Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

"The cook at home probably added pumpkin or something." Murong Qiqing smiled and explained to her, "How about I ask the cook to come over and ask you?"

Qianqian shook her head: "No need, I also want to cook for Mommy, can Mommy learn with me?"

Hearing her heartwarming words, Murong Qiqing was naturally moved in her heart, and immediately nodded: "Okay, we will learn when we have time."

After saying this, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Xiao Bao was putting the small spoon into his mouth.She hurriedly turned her head, took the spoon and blew lightly for several times before letting Xiao Bao drink it, and said: "Blow it to cool down before drinking, this porridge has just come out of the pot."

Xiao Bao nodded, pouted and imitated her by blowing softly.

Murong Qiqing smiled and rubbed his head.

Qianqian's face darkened.

If she had attracted Murong Qiqing's attention a few days ago, Murong Qiqing would not have noticed Xiaobao again.But today, something seems to have changed.

Thinking that Murong Qiqing went to Xiaobao's room instead of her own room last night, she couldn't help biting her lower lip.

"Auntie, this millet porridge is not sweet enough, I want to add more sugar." Qianqian said again, with aggrieved lips, "I like sugar, but I couldn't eat it before."

Murong Qiqing immediately showed guilt and pity on her face, and immediately ordered the cook to bring her sugar and add it in.

"Help her stir the porridge sugar evenly," Murong Qiqing told the cook carefully: "Just the right amount, too much sugar is bad for children's teeth."

After saying this, she turned her head and asked Xiaobao: "Xiaobao, do you want to add some sugar?"

Xiao Bao shook his head, he doesn't like sweets.

Seeing this, Qianqian tightly clenched her hands under the dining table.

After the meal, Murong Qiqing proposed that several people go to the living room to help Xiaobao assemble the model together.

Qianqian's hands were almost bleeding.

Just when Murong Qiqing wanted to take Xiaobao to pick up the model, she suddenly yelled "Oh!"
Murong Qiqing was taken aback and turned her head quickly: "What's going on? Qianqian, what's wrong with you?"

"My stomach hurts! It hurts so much!" Qianqian yelled while holding her stomach, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and her whole face was wrinkled.

Seeing Murong Qiqing approaching, she threw herself into Murong Qiqing's arms, tears streaming down her face.

Murong Qiqing hugged her in a hurry: "What's going on? Why does my stomach hurt all of a sudden?"

The breakfast I ate just now is similar to what I eat on weekdays, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Qianqian shook her head vigorously, her lips were slightly pale, as if she was too painful to speak.

Seeing her shrunk into a shrimp, Murong Qiqing's heart ached so much that she hugged her and ran outside.When she arrived at the door, she suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned her head to Xiaobao and said: "The teacher will come to class after a while, you go to the study to assemble the model and wait."

"Okay." Xiaobao nodded obediently, very sensible, "Mommy, go quickly."

Murong Qiqing hurried out with Qianqian in her arms.

Because of Murong Qiqing's pause, Qianqian felt uncomfortable again.She lay on Murong Qiqing's shoulder, and glanced over her shoulder in Xiaobao's direction, full of resentment.

Who knew that his eyes would meet Xiaobao's!

Qianqian's heart skipped a beat, she was so frightened that she hurriedly buried her head back in Murong Qiqing's arms.

With her glance, Xiao Bao saw clearly.He couldn't help frowning, feeling something was wrong in his heart.

Murong Qiqing sent Qianqian to the hospital, the doctor did an examination but found no reason, only said that he might have eaten something wrong.

"Take some medicine first, and observe later." The doctor prescribed some probiotics to regulate the stomach.

Murong Qiqing breathed a sigh of relief, thanked the doctor, took the medicine, picked up Qianqian and prepared to go out.Unexpectedly, I ran into Song Zifang in the hospital corridor.

Song Zifang was stunned when he saw Murong Qiqing, and when he saw the child in her arms, he couldn't help but walked over: "This is?"

Qianqian looks so much like Murong Qiqing, no wonder he was stunned.

Murong Qiqing was a little helpless and funny, as long as acquaintances saw her and Qianqian together, they would always show such an expression.But Murong Qiqing didn't explain it, and of course she couldn't explain it either.

"Why did you come to the pediatrics department?" She changed the subject abruptly.

Song Zifang is in the Department of Psychiatric Surgery, which is not in the same building as this Department.

Song Zifang realized that she didn't want to mention Qianqian, so he followed her words thoughtfully: "A relative's child is undergoing surgery here, and he told me to come and take a look."

"So that's how it is." Murong Qiqing nodded, and she took a slight step to the side, "Then you do your work first, I won't bother you right now."

After all, the two are not very familiar with each other, and there is no extra words to communicate in the hospital.

But Song Zifang didn't intend to let her go. He hadn't been able to find a chance to get along with Murong Qiqing these days, so he couldn't help but want to get along with Murong Qiqing for a while after finally seeing someone.

"Things have been settled, I just rest now and I'm not busy." He smiled friendly and chose a topic that Murong Qiqing couldn't refuse: "How is your mother now?"

After all, Wu Yuzhu was his patient before, and now it is normal for him to care about the situation.This topic also reminded Murong Qiqing of how he had done his best in the past, so naturally he would not alienate and refuse under the favorable impression.

Sure enough, Murong Qiqing had no intention of leaving, and she smiled warmly: "Thank you Doctor Song for your concern. Now she is doing well, and she is knitting sweaters in the yard all day long."

Yes, the birthday present that Wu Yuzhu wanted to give to Xiaobao has not yet been woven.

Song Zifang laughed softly: "Your mother is very elegant, as long as her health improves."

The two chatted for a while, and Song Zifang looked at the time: "I have always said that I have no chance to invite you to dinner, but today is just free, so I invite you to try the taste at the restaurant next door?"

Murong Qiqing subconsciously refused: "No need..."

"I've said it all. Miss Murong won't let me, a big man, say nothing. Will I be rewarded for this face?" There was a sense of persecution in his words, but the warm smile on his face and the personable manner Temperament, this statement does not sound aggressive, on the contrary, it is easy to gain people's favor with these jokes.

After saying a few words, Murong Qiqing couldn't refuse, so she could only follow Qianqian with her arms in her arms.

The restaurant Song Zifang chose was right next to the hospital, so it was naturally because of Murong Qiqing.After being seated, he ordered some meals, and Song Zifang thoughtfully ordered a children's meal for Qianqian.

"Thank you uncle." Qianqian smiled sweetly at Song Zifang under Murong Qiqing's instruction.

It was also at this time that Song Zifang looked at Qianqian more carefully.He was stunned at first, and then suddenly said: "This child looks... very familiar."

Murong Qiqing was already used to it: "Yes, everyone said that it was printed from the same mold as me."

"Well... not just you, it seems to be..." Song Zifang frowned, but he didn't grasp the thought just now.He always felt that besides Murong Qiqing, this child seemed to have another shadow.

As a doctor, there are always certain aspects of the human body that are more sensitive than ordinary people.