Chapter 335

Usually the family has a head fever. They don't have to go to the hospital. There are family doctors.

However, Jing Qian is small and has poor resistance. A small cold may cause a series of diseases. The family dare not delay and want to take him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination.

Originally, he was going to Huo Mingyang's Haitian hospital, but the old house was a little far from Haitian hospital. Jing Qian coughed constantly, his small face turned red and groaned bitterly.

They stopped picking and went to the nearest hospital.

But I didn't expect to meet him before I entered the hospital hall.

Compared with the last meeting, Qiao Mu found that he had changed a lot. He was a little haggard. He seemed to be a few years old all at once.

She turned her head to look at the man beside her. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a faint look in his eyes.

Jing Qian groaned bitterly, and simuccio patted him on the back to calm his mood.

Xi Lucheng seemed at a loss. He looked at the child in Xi Muqiao's arms, rubbed his hands, and asked softly, "child, are you uncomfortable?"

Of course, simuccio would not answer. He looked away, took the lead and walked over.

Seeing this, the seat was stiff and angry.

Last time, after listening to what Xi Muqiao said, Qiao Mu really felt that Xi Lu had no responsibility as a man, especially when he hurt Xi Muqiao's psychology.

She nodded to simukio and trotted after simukio.

He didn't expect that Qiao Mu would nod with him. For a while, he was in a hurry. He turned around and looked at Xi Muqiao who had entered the hall. His heart was filled with pain.

If he didn't have an asshole, is he at home now?

"Simuccio, slow down, I can't keep up!" Joe Mu tugged at his sleeve.

Hearing the speech, the man slowed down, looked at her and didn't speak.

"Don't be sad..."

"Did Yanyan get through?" The man made a sudden noise and interrupted Qiao Mu's words.

Qiao Mu knew he had a heart knot. He didn't say anything. He took out his mobile phone from his bag. "No, no one answered. I'll call again."

Qiaomu dials out the phone, but still no one answers the phone.

She shook her head at simujo, and the man's face was a little gloomy.

Xi Muyan has been busy with his own design since returning home. He happened to be on a business trip these days. Unexpectedly, he couldn't contact anyone since yesterday.

Jing Qian felt terrible. He closed his eyes and began to cry. Xi Muqiao coaxed a few words. Someone over there greeted him and took them directly to the examination room.

At that time, Xi Muyan was in the neighboring Jingcheng.

"Nanlinmo, are you sick?"

The man grabbed the water cup thrown by the woman and put it on the table. He looked pale and didn't speak.

Xi Muyan was angry. He threw the things at nanlinmo like money. "You don't have the ability to lock me up for a lifetime!"

"Yan Yan, let's talk."

Xi Muyan gasped violently, his hair was a little messy, and his exquisite face no longer existed.

At noon yesterday, she returned to the hotel. As soon as she opened the door, she stretched out a hand behind her, unscrewed the door and pushed her in.

After the man came in, he made a phone call without saying a word. The door was locked from the outside. Even all the networks and telephones in the house, as long as they can contact the outside, were cut off.

Even her mobile phone was confiscated. From noon yesterday to now, she shouted hoarse, but nanlinmo was still indifferent.

If he didn't fight back or scold back, he didn't respond at all, which made Xi Muyan crazy.

"Let's talk." Nanlin Mo stood by and looked at her with his eyes down. It was still this sentence.

Xi Muyan's answer was still a refusal. He threw a word coldly, "get out!"

"If you are like this, I can't let you go."

"If you can, you'll trap me. Nanlinmo, you're the second bastard man I've ever seen, loser! What's the difference between you and me? The same pig and dog are not as good as! "

Nanlin Mo's eyelashes trembled and acquiesced to her words.

Xi Muyan took a deep breath, cleared his dry throat, went to the table, poured a glass of water, sipped and moistened his throat.

The man sighed, walked to her with long legs, looked down at the woman who was a head shorter than himself, moved his five fingers and shook her hand.

When her finger just touched the back of Xi Muyan's hand, she threw it away, "don't touch me!"

Nanlinmo was not surprised by her reaction, but he didn't flinch. He stretched out again and firmly held the weak boneless hand.

Xi Muyan slammed the water cup down and shook his hand hard to get rid of it.

But her strength could not compare with that of a man. Nanlin was afraid of her injury and quickly imprisoned her in her arms.

"Yan Yan, don't struggle, I'll hurt you."

The man's low voice was somewhat helpless, somewhat disappointed and somewhat gentle, which reminded Xi Muyan of the past in a trance.

He said, words, don't move, it will be hot.

He said, Yan Yan, don't be angry. I'll pick you up after school.

He also said, Yan Yan, no matter what you become, you are my baby.

He said a lot. After a few years, what the man said appeared in her mind word by word, very clear, as if it were yesterday.

As soon as her nose was sour, tears would rush out. She bit her teeth and endured it desperately. She didn't want to show her fragile side in front of him.

"Let go of me!" The voice trembled a little.

After four years together, nanlinmo knew her very well and knew that she was crying, "don't let go, talk, I don't want to let go anymore."

"Do you know how disgusting it makes me feel when you say this!" Xi Muyan choked.

Nanlinmo's face was a little pale, half drooping his eyelashes, his chin against her head, a heart seemed to have broken a hole, bleeding out bit by bit.

He knew how much she hated this sentence. That's what he said at the beginning, but he didn't abide by chengruo and let her leave other countries with pregnancy.

At the thought of her 22-year-old, she tried to hide everyone. He regretted that he wanted to give himself a few knives when he gave birth and brought up children abroad.

"Right, Yan Yan, I'm sorry."

At the moment, any words are powerless in the face of the once facts.

"Give me back my cell phone. My son calls me every day!"

Yesterday, he took away his mobile phone. No one could contact her. Big baby didn't talk to her. I don't know if she would cry.

Nanlinmo didn't speak, but held her tightly. He lost such warmth for three years and couldn't let go.

"Nanlinmo, how many times have you asked me to say it? It's no use hanging around like this. I don't want to have any contact with you anymore!"