"Wuwu~~~Dad, Xiaochi is really not sick~~wuwu~~ Xiaochi is really not sick, Xiaochi, don't go to the hospital...Xiaochi is not sick~~~Why should you go to the hospital~~~" Xiaochi was a little balled up Curling up in the corner of the sofa, stubborn and stubborn.

Wen Xichi's face was very small, thin, and very pale. The last time I saw him in the Mo Museum, Wen Xichi was wearing a milky white coat. He was so pale and fragile that he even blended in with his clothes.

"Xiaochi, be good, don't hold on to the sofa. Come to uncle. Uncle will take you to the hospital..." Wen Jili squatted in front of Wen Xichi, coaxing in a low voice. There was heating in the room, and Xiaochi was wearing a thin home clothes. , the belly has been obviously bulging.

"No~~I'm not sick~~Xiaochi is really not sick~~~Dad~~~Xiaochi is really not sick...wuwu~~~If you are not sick, go to some hospital~~~I won't go...wuwu~ ~~I won’t go to the hospital~~~”

Xiaochi bit his lower lip, and the sweat on his forehead oozed out in pain. His face was whiter than the cream-white sofa he was leaning on, and his tears were streaming down his face. It was heartbreaking to see him.

A little child, because he longed for his father too much, his face was as white as a sheet of pain, his forehead was so headache that he broke out in cold sweat, but he still insisted that he was not sick and did not need to go to the hospital. He curled up in a ball in pain but refused to care, just for his own heart. Eager for his father, Qin Jing closed his eyes, sniffed, and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

Wen Jili forcibly brought Xiaochi over, and the child kept struggling in his arms, "Dad~~ I don't want to go to the hospital~~~Xiaochi is not sick~~Xiaochi is really not sick~~~Mom said, Xiaochi is a good boy If you obey me and don’t get sick, daddy will come back~~~Xiaochi is not sick~~wuwu~~~”

Xiaochi screamed until he was exhausted, and the little man kept struggling in Wen Jili's arms. Occasionally, Wen Jili's arm touched his bulging belly, and he heard moans and groans of pain that could not be suppressed, but He still stubbornly insisted that he was not sick and did not need to go to the hospital.

Wen Jili had no choice but to put Wen Xichi down first and said in a cold voice, "Xiaochi, you have to go to the hospital when you are sick! Who can show you such a temper!"

Xiaochi trembled a little when Wen Jili drank. He curled up on the sofa, holding his waist and covering his abdomen. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. His small face was covered with tears or sweat, but it was just a wet stain.

"No~~Xiao~~Xiao~~Xiaochi is not~~sick~~No~~hospital~~Xiaochi~~~no~~"

Qin Jing stood nearby, quietly watching Wen Jili and Xiaochi, how they went back and forth, you coaxed me to shout, in Luoyi's house, standing there like a person who has broken into another time and space. , how out of place it is.

In the end, Xiaochi was crying, sobbing, and stubborn, and just like this, he fainted on the sofa with a weird and pitiful posture of bending over and holding his abdomen.

Wen Jili directly picked up Xiaochi who fainted, hurriedly walked out of the house, and carried him downstairs.

Qin Jing calmly walked to the balcony and saw Wen Jili carefully placing Xiaochi in the back seat of the car. Then, he quickly walked back to the driver's seat, got in and started the car.

After that, the car drove away without mercy, and then the two familiar Bentleys disappeared from her sight. After the storm, after the storm...

The fingers of Qin Jing's hand holding the door frame were sore and red. She stood on the balcony, facing the cold wind that kept blowing, her face expressionless from the cold, and she stared blankly in the direction where Wen Jili's car disappeared.
Chapter completed!