"Xiao Mo?" Lan Jiao paused for a moment, then walked over and pushed the child. What she received in reply was silence.
Dizzy!
What should I do? If there was really something wrong with the dead child, Bo Zhanye would blame her!
No, can't!
Lan Jiao's panicked eyes fell on her injured hand, and her eyes became sinister.
The next second, she walked over, picked up Xiao Mo and put him on the bed. She cleaned up the blood on the back of his head and the ground. It didn't look scary at all.
Then he raised his hand and bit it hard on his own hand!
"Hmm~~" The pain intensified, and she groaned, her face turned pale and green, but the force on her mouth did not stop, but continued to exert force.
The wounds that were already injured and bleeding became more serious, the skin and flesh were flying, and it looked so scary.
This should be enough.
Lan Jiao let go, wiped her mouth quickly, and then took out her mobile phone to call Xiao Ziyu: "Ziyu, come here and save Xiao Mo, save Xiao Mo~~"
After that, he called Bo Zhanye again: "Zhanye, it's not good, Xiao Mo is injured, come back quickly."
The voice was anxious, sad, and panicked.
The two people who received the call rushed to the villa as quickly as possible.
Xiao Ziyu arrived first. When he saw Xiao Mo lying on the bed, he immediately walked over:
"Where is the little ancestor injured?"
Lan Jiao cried and said: "The back of his head hit the corner of the table, please take a look for him quickly."
"Okay, don't panic, I'll treat him right away." Xiao Ziyu turned over Bo Xiaomo, opened the medical box, and began to check and treat him quickly and skillfully.
Five minutes later, Bo Zhanye walked into the room with a slender and noble figure, with obvious concern on his brows.
After seeing Bo Xiaomo who was unconscious on the bed, he strode over and asked, "What's going on?"
"Oh~~" Lan Jiao shed a few lines of tears immediately, sobbed and choked:
"I brought snacks to Xiao Mo so that he wouldn't have to read for a while. Unexpectedly, he suddenly lost his temper and lost control of his emotions. He lost control and hit the corner of the table and fainted."
"It's my fault. I didn't take good care of Xiao Mo. I'm sorry."
Her crying and acknowledgment of mistakes were not like other women's crying, but rather self-blame, sadness, and reflection on things with a clear mind.
However, it still makes people feel distressed that a strong woman can panic to tears.
Bo Zhanye's attention was not on Lan Jiao, and his eyebrows were raised.
Xiao Mo's condition has improved significantly and he rarely gets sick. He also promised Lan Xixi that he would always be optimistic. Why did he suddenly get sick now?
He asked Xiao Ziyu in a heavy and serious tone: "How is the situation?"
Xiao Ziyu bandaged the wound and stood up:
"The wound is not serious. Wait a while to see if the little ancestor wakes up. If not, take a picture and do a careful examination to see if there is a concussion.
But don’t worry about the specifics, my little ancestor’s physical condition has always been very good.”
As he said this, he suddenly noticed something and his face was shocked:
"Hey, Sister-in-law Jiu, why are your hands bleeding so much!"
Following this exclamation, Bo Zhanye's eyes fell, and he saw - those slender white hands were full of blood, which turned brown due to thirst, and in the blood, there was an obvious tooth.
The mark was very deep and heavy, the skin and flesh were flying, and it looked extremely scary.
Look again, there is blood all over the ground! It’s quite serious!
Lan Jiao's face tightened and she retracted her hand: "It's okay...it's a small injury, I'll just apply the medicine myself."
She obviously didn't want everyone to see what she was covering up.
Bo Zhanye's face suddenly turned cold, he took her hand and asked coldly: "Did Xiao Mo bite you?"
Although it is a question, the tone is firm.
Lan Jiao shook her head in embarrassment and said awkwardly: "It's okay. It's understandable that Xiao Mo loses control of his emotions. It doesn't hurt at all. It's okay. You can take care of Xiao Mo and I'll go wash him."
With that said, she pushed his hand away and walked into the bathroom.
With every step he took, a drop of blood would drip on the ground.