Gu Yanzhi has advised him more than once or twice, but he also knows in his heart that he said it purely in vain.

However, every time I finally go home, I see my mother tired. How can I not feel distressed when I am a son?

"Let's have a rest."

"Well, remember to call me when they arrive."

"I see."

......

About fifteen minutes later, from a distance, I saw that team looking for the team emitting trench gas all the time, and Gu burning frowned.

Sure enough, the team stopped at the next second.

"Good morning, brother-in-law."

Oh.

Gu Yanzhi often sees that unpleasant face and wants to hit it with a punch.

Not to mention the reason, I looked at the open rear window:

"Good morning, uncle ~"

"Xiao Ning, good morning."

Father and son are treated differently.

When Gu ran saw his little nephew, his whole face smiled.

Jiang Tingxu got out of the car and came over:

"Good morning, brother."

"Good morning."

Looking inside through the window, I naturally saw Wen Jie who was already asleep:

"Aunt Wen is on the night shift again?"

Gu Yanzhi was very helpless:

"I can't persuade you."

"Well, unless aunt Wen retires, she will never improve."

It's not a question of persuasion at all. As doctors, they naturally have a better understanding of the situation in the hospital.

But I'm afraid it will be difficult for Aunt Wen to retire.

Jiang Tingxu made a gesture to the car behind him and directly got on Gu Yanzhi's car.

As for the father and son in the car behind him, they were stunned.

The little guy is already lying behind the driver's seat:

"Dad, Jiang listens to Xu's uncle's car."

Moboyuan blew a few breaths of cool air in his chest:

"I see."

"What about that?"

The man glanced at the little man lying beside him:

"Mo Zhining, you are so useless!"

Um?

"You can't even keep your mother. What do you want?"

Can you blame yourself for this?

Dad, do you want to be so unreasonable?

"Hum, can't dad still keep your wife?"

Sure enough, none of the Mohists is good.

Little guy, that's a button, Lu Ning.

Mo Boyuan listened to his son's words and really wanted to throw the smelly boy out. Then he thought: his own, his own, not picked up in the trash can.

"Go back to your seat and sit down."

"Oh."

After sitting down, he was very sensible to fasten his seat belt.

The car finally started again and started.

After all, Yuncheng is not very close to Jincheng. It takes at least three to four hours to drive.

Along the way, no one talked to the little guy. I was so bored that I had to play with my fingers.

Just playing, I accidentally tore off the barb on the nail cap, and then a string of blood beads came out.

"Wow ~ ~"

His son's cry suddenly sounded in the car, and moboyuan was also surprised:

"What's the matter with you?"

The villain held up his bleeding fingers and said:

"Wu Wu... Ning Ning's hand hurts and bleeds."

Moboyuan quickly drove to the next emergency lane, slowed down and stopped.

The three cars that followed also followed.

After the car stops, Mo Boyuan gets off the car, goes around to the rear door, and then opens the door from the outside:

"Give me your hand."

The villain was crying. When he saw his father standing next to him, he quickly stretched out his hand to hug him.

Moboyuan did not take over his son:

"Where did you bleed? How did you bleed? Show me first."

This boy, he doesn't care whether it's right or wrong.