The atmosphere froze for a moment. Lin Zihan didn't know what to say to the arrogant and domineering child. He was too young. He only knew how to possess, and didn't understand that real love was to hope each other's happiness and happiness. It was a choice.
One big and one small looked at each other, their eyes sparked like lightning and thunder, and no one would step back.
Until outside the door came Shen Qingqing's voice, "Mo Mo, elder martial brother Lin, are you still in it?"
"Mommy, we're here!" Lengyanmo instantly restored his soft and cute voice, as if it was just a part of him standing here confronting Lin Zihan.
"What are you doing inside? Why don't you come out yet? We've already finished the injection. We can go home." Shen Qingqing said gently across the door.
With cold eyes, Mo Yanmo gouged out Lin Zihan. Then he opened the door with a happy smile and jumped on Shen Qingqing's arms innocently. "Mommy, uncle Lin just said that his clothes couldn't be washed clean. Mo Mo helped him wash them together!"
Just out of the bathroom, Lin Zihan saw such a scene. He couldn't help smoking. He thought that this little steamed stuffed bun is really a first-class actor. It's a pity not to be an actor. Otherwise, he would be a famous movie king in the future!
Shen Qingqing saw that Lin Zihan was only wearing a gray sweater, and his previous windbreaker disappeared. He asked suspiciously, "elder martial brother Lin, didn't you go to wash clothes? Where are the clothes?"
Before linzihan spoke, xiaobaozi said, "Uncle Lin said that all the clothes were smelly after washing, so he threw them away."
Lin Zihan had to nod in agreement.
Shen Qingqing looked at him with a trace of guilt and apologized, "elder martial brother, I'm really sorry. How much is that dress? I'll pay you!"
"You and I need to worry about this. It's just a dress. It's no big deal." Lin Zihan said with a faint smile.
Cold words Mo heavily coughed a few times, secretly glanced at him with the corner of his eye, motioned him not to speak disorderly.
Shen Qingqing panicked when he heard his cough. He raised his hand to touch his forehead and asked, "Mo Mo, how do you cough? Do you have a cold?"
"No, it's just that my throat is itchy. I'm thirsty." Mo sneered and waved his hand, then said to Lin Zihan, "Uncle Lin, thank you for sending us to the hospital tonight, and thank you for taking care of Abu. I'll ask my father to give you a lot of money in return!"
Lin Zihan's mouth twitched again.
Shen Qingqing touched Mo's head, half blaming and half conniving, and said, "well, Mo Mo, don't talk nonsense. Uncle Lin won't accept your father's gift. Abramovich is ready. It's time for us to go back. "
After listening, Mo ran back to Abramovich's ward, leaving Shen Qingqing and Lin Zihan looking at each other.
She bit her lip and took the lead to open her mouth, "elder martial brother, don't worry about Mo Mo's words. Children can't take it seriously."
Lin Zihan actually wants to say that I don't care about Leng Yanmo's remarks. I just want to hear what you say. What's the relationship between you and Leng Shaoheng? Are you with him?
But this sentence is still hard for him to pronounce, so he had to smile, "it doesn't matter, I don't care."
Shen Qingqing wanted to say something more, so he held Abu back and took her hand, "Mommy, let's go home!"
She had to look at Lin Zihan with apologetic eyes, turned around and took the hand of lengyanmo.
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