The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

"Yes."

His eyes were clear and he did not deny it.

Bai Xiran was a little annoyed.

How could this man be so righteous!

She walked back from the window sill in two or three steps, and then stood in front of the man, staring at him condescendingly, "So you know it's dangerous, you know I'll be angry, but you still go anyway?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Bai Xiran poked his chest heavily with his fingers, "I'll just ask you, if you knew the result now, would you still go without telling me?"

She gave an ultimatum.

Mo Junzhe's eyes froze slightly, and there was an obvious struggle in his heart.

He closed his fingers slightly, but never took his eyes off his little wife's face.

"you answer me."

Bai Xiran urged him, the eagerness was already written on his face, no matter how hard he restrained himself.

The two sides are deadlocked.

After a long while, someone was finally defeated.

Mo Junzhe opened his thin lips lightly and said "yes".

"what?"

"Even if you know the result, you still have to go."

Bai Xiran, "?!!"

She felt like something was going to explode in her head.

"Even if you know that I will be angry, and you know that your daughter will be issued a critical illness notice while lying on the bed, you still make this decision?!"

The sound is a bit loud.

The little girl on the bed seemed to be woken up.

Bai Xiran looked back at her and patted her belly lightly.

Seeing the familiar Ma Ma, Mo Weitian grinned to the side again, smiled suddenly, and fell asleep again.

The stagnant atmosphere has not changed.

Mo Junzhe's eyes were cold, and there was obvious guilt in his heart. He only stated the facts seriously, "If I don't go, the consequences will be more serious."

In the end, Mr. Feng offered him a favor.

He has to deal with it himself.

Bai Xiran had only disappointment on his face.

She suddenly laughed softly, her body stiffened slightly, and she leaned on the hospital bed, her drooping eye sockets were red, and her voice trembled.

But he just stretched out his hand, and his fingertips landed on the clothes in front of the little girl.

She wears several layers.

Then he opened it layer by layer, revealing his round belly.

And in front of the little girl, on the piece of skin covering the heart, there was a large bruise.

Mo Junzhe's heart suffocated!
"The doctor just pressed it out."

"She cried and fussed for a long time today, and then she took the medicine and finally fell asleep, and then went into shock suddenly. Such a small child, even if she had a finger to press, left such an obvious mark."

"But luckily, the ribs are still fine."

Bai Xiran's tone was flat, as if he was describing an event that had nothing to do with him.

She just quietly looked at the little girl on the bed, then hooked her lips, and helped her put on her clothes again.

"Go out, Mr. Mo."

She called him Mr. Mo.

It's been a long time since this title came up.

Mo Junzhe was very clear that his little wife looked at him like a stranger now.

His lips twitched, wanting to explain.

But there was a knock on the door just outside.

"President, there is a call."

Xiong Dong poked his head in, and the shape of his lips repeatedly emphasized to him that it was the number that must be answered.

The man looked at the little girl on the bed, then at the little wife who had her back to him, unwilling to respond at all, and finally chose to leave temporarily.

"I'll go back to the ward first, and I'll come down later..."

"No need." Bai Xiran's voice was cold, and he patted the little girl's back lightly with his fingers. Only when he looked at Mo Weitian, his eyes would soften.

She heard the sound of the wheelchair rolling, and said coldly.

"Mr. Mo should take good care of his injuries."