Chapter 253

Ximuqiao didn't fall asleep immediately. His eyes always fell on Qiao Mu's small face.

The delicate facial features can't be familiar again, but simuccio greedily looked at them again and again, but he didn't think he could see enough.

After tomorrow, Jiangcheng may cause a great storm because of this. As the person at the center of the storm, her pressure can be imagined.

She may not care what others say about her, but he does.

On the ninth day of junior high school, the erythema on Jing Qian's face has almost receded. Xi Muyan agreed to leave the hospital.

In fact, Jing Qian could have been discharged from the hospital long ago, but Xi Muyan was not at ease and insisted on his child's recovery before he was discharged from the hospital.

A few days ago, the shocking erythema has subsided a lot. If you look carefully, you can see a faint red mark. Xi Muyan's breath that has been held in his heart finally vomited out.

Her son has no scar on his face. He is still a cute little Zhengtai.

People come and go in the hospital. No matter how low-key they are, they are still found by Xi's family who often go in and out of the hospital recently.

I don't know who sent it. Many people know that the little guy living in the advanced ward is the little grandson of the Xi family.

Reporters from all walks of life have been stationed around the hospital.

Fortunately, not everyone can get in and out of the senior ward area. The reporter tried his best, exhausted his contacts and failed to smoothly enter the senior ward area to inquire about news.

For the reporters who want to get information in the hospital, simuccio can let them all go away obediently.

But this time simuccio ignored them. As long as they didn't disturb Jing Qian's rest, they were allowed to stay in the hospital for how long.

Huo Mingyang came to the ward every day to complain. He said that there were more reporters squatting in the hospital than patients, which seriously disturbed the order of the hospital.

Every time I haven't finished, I don't have Xi Muyan to call out.

Today, the little guy was discharged from the hospital. Simuccio and Qiaomu came to pick him up in person.

Ximu Qiaoben thought about coming by himself. After all, if Qiaomu's identity is exposed, it will certainly bring her great changes.

But Qiao Mu insisted on coming. Since ximuqiao made this decision, she couldn't let all the pressure of public opinion on him. She wanted to share it for him.

After following simukio for so long, she also learned something about simukio from Yuan Sufei.

At first, grandma said that simuccio was also a poor child. At that time, she didn't understand until her mother-in-law said that when he was a child.

She was shocked. Simuccio, the son of heaven, was called dark in his youth. No wonder his character was so cold and indifferent, and even some... Little perverts.

Her Mr. Xi, it's really not easy these years. She shoulders the burden of the Xi family. She loves her Mr. Xi very much. She doesn't want him to work so hard.

He has always sheltered her from the wind and rain. Now, she also wants to help him share some within her ability.

Qiao Mu's equipment is very complete. Her ankle long down jacket covers her figure. She wears a mask, hat and sunglasses that cover most of her face. The whole small face is covered tightly.

Before going out, Xi Muqiao and Aunt Wang looked at Qiao Mu's dress for a long time. They couldn't recognize the two people who stayed with Qiao mu all day, let alone the reporters.

Qiao Mu looked at Lao Jiu in the mirror and was very satisfied with her dress that she couldn't recognize herself.

In the hospital, Xi Muyan once again weaves a lie that is very attractive to children.

Son smash, your daddy who maintains the peace of the universe wrote again and asked your aunt to be your mother for a period of time. Jing Qian should be obedient, otherwise daddy will be angry.

Jingqian children worshipped their father who maintained the peace of the universe almost madly and agreed happily with a small head.

So, for Jingqian children, uncle and aunt became father and mother.

The reporter's thief is fierce. He is not only guarding at the front door of the hospital, but also at the back door of the hospital.

But this has no impact on simukio and Qiaomu. They came to pick up Jingqian in person today to make it clear that Jingqian is simukio's son.

The more journalists come, the better for them.

Afraid that the reporter was too crazy and accidentally injured Qiao mu, Xi Muqiao arranged several bodyguards to prevent the reporter from being too close to Qiao mu.

He broke through the crowd and finally came to the ward.

We should be happy when we leave the hospital. The little guy is wearing a small red coat and a small red hat. He ignores the traces that haven't subsided. The little face is like a skinned egg.

"Jing Qian should be good for a while. Lie on his uncle's shoulder. Don't look up without his uncle's permission."

The little guy looked up at the altitude of simuccio. His small eyebrows twisted into a small valley and corrected, "it's dad."

Simuccio gently raised his eyebrows. "Er... Yes, my uncle was wrong. It's dad."

Xi Muyan took Qiao Mu's hand, looked at the tightly packed Qiao Mu and sighed, "I'm sorry, sister-in-law. You and my brother have to clean up what I've done."

Qiao Mu knew that it was not easy for her these years. He casually hugged her shoulder and winked at her, "what a big thing, even if I'm not your little sister-in-law and good sisters, I have to help you. Who and who are we?"

Xi Muyan had mixed feelings. The more so, the less he knew what to say.

After packing up, Aunt Wang and Xi Muyan take Jing Qian's clothes and toys, while Xi Muqiao holds Jing Qian in his arms, and Qiao Mu carries his arm on one side.

As soon as I got out of the hospital hall, the outside seemed to explode. Reporters from all walks of life rushed here one after another, and there were crackling pictures in my ears.

Fortunately, some tall bodyguards stopped on both sides, and the reporter had to worry.

"Excuse me, Mr. Xi. Is this your child?"

Xi Muqiao did not turn his eyes, continued to walk forward and opened his mouth coolly, "I thought I was very obvious."

The reporters around took a breath of air conditioning. Although they had guessed for a long time, they were surprised to hear the exact answer from simuccio.

"Mr. Xi, is this the child's mother next to you?"

Xi Muqiao glanced at the arm held by Qiao mu, and his voice was still cool and thin. "Can't you see if you have eyes?"

"Miss, when did you give birth to your child?"

"How old are you this year?"

“……”

Qiao Mu deliberately thickened his voice and answered reporters one by one in addition to his age.

The more so, the more dissatisfied the reporter was. Gradually, some people began to be presumptuous and challenged simuccio's patience a little bit.

"Mr. Xi, why did you hide your mother and son these years because they are mistresses and illegitimate children, which will discredit your image as a public figure?"

Simuccio's footsteps were a meal, his handsome eyebrows were slightly broken, and his cold eyes shot straight at the journalist like an ice skate.