Chapter 1209

Although Meng Xiaolan is thinking like this in the heart, it is not obvious on the surface.

On the contrary, after helping to take care of Mu Beiting, he took a story book and sat down.

Although it's care, it doesn't use her. After all, there are servants in Mu's family. The old lady and Lu Zhixuan are all there, so she can't do it.

It's just a water on the side, a handle and something.

"Every year, Auntie Meng tells you stories, OK?" Meng Xiaolan warm voice mouth, in the extra quiet ward also don't feel disturbing.

Every year, he just looked at Mu Beiting on the hospital bed, and his big eyes flashed on his face and said nothing.

Meng Xiaolan see, seems to have been used to, warm voice opened: "today we tell the story of the turtle rabbit race, OK?"

Without waiting for a response, she read the story.

Mrs. Mu and Ms. Lu did not stop.

"Once upon a time, in a lush forest, there was a group of animals..."

Her voice was gentle and, strictly speaking, even pleasant.

But just open his mouth, every year he raised his little hand to cover his ears.

Meng Xiaolan is a little embarrassed for a moment. She can't think how such a small child can become a fine one.

For a while, it was a bit awkward, and I didn't know whether to continue reading.

One side of the old lady Mu said: "just, he does not like to listen to you do not read."

"Yes." Meng Xiaolan is not angry, nodded and put away the book, but the line of sight can not help but turn around every year.

The child is really cute, but his temperament is really annoying.

But he looks very similar to Mu Beiting and doesn't know who his mother is.

Although Meng Xiaolan is curious, she also knows that this is not what she should ask, so she suppresses her curiosity.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sunlight from the window slanted in and shrouded the man on the bed with a layer of halo, which made his cold face soft and gentle.

Meng Xiaolan can't help but lose God.

I didn't think there was anything out of date before. After all, there is no lack of good-looking men in the world.

But now contact down, she felt a bit hate their original high, carrying the shelf, otherwise now will not be su Xiangwan into his eyes.

Every year he is still staring at Mu Beiting for fear of missing a blink of an eye.

The old lady sighed for fear that his half old child would be tired.

But every year he was stubborn and had a good temper. If anyone didn't let him stay here, he would start to make trouble.

Suddenly, every year's eyes are widened a little bit.

The round grape eye is black and bright, fixed looking at Mu Beiting for a few seconds, sliding down the chair, turning head to run out.

Meng Xiaolan looked and quickly got up.

Mrs. Mu and Ms. Lu also hurriedly followed: "Oh, my little sweetheart, where are you going?"

Meng Xiaolan is young and close, so she is quick.

After looking at a few steps, he caught up with the short legs every year and immediately held him: "what's the matter with aunt Meng every year?"

Year after year, she began to shake her hand with her delicate eyebrows.

However, he was too young to get rid of.

Meng Xiaolan tried to pick him up, but he began to cry every year.

Although not a drop of golden beans, but the voice resounded throughout the hospital.

Meng Xiaolan can't help but feel embarrassed, so she has to withdraw her hand.

Every year is also a skater, she stopped crying, he also ran out from under her hand, with small short legs staggered to the end of the office.