Love in the morning and love in the evening: Master Si loves his wife 1314

In the vast night, the high crescent moon appeared and disappeared among the clouds, and An Ran hurriedly walked with the child in her arms.

The hospital is two kilometers away, and it is difficult to hail a taxi at this time.

"Xiaoran, hold on!"

An Ran was panting and running on the road wearing slippers. The night wind stirred up her long messy hair, and she had no time to take care of it.

Suddenly a glare of bright light hits the eyes, the empty street, the car is speeding from the front.

"what……!"

Accompanied by An Ran's exclamation, the black Maybach suddenly stopped in front of her.

The man in the car frowned, his tough and delicate cheeks tightened suddenly, "What's going on?"

The driver was still in shock, staring straight at the panting woman in front of the car, his expression extremely astonished, "It was the young lady who suddenly bumped into her..."

is her!

In an instant, there was a gloomy chill in the car, the man narrowed his eyes and glanced coldly out of the window, his slender fingers clenched tightly.

He saw An Ran with disheveled hair and hugging a child, looking unkempt.

"Drive." The man's sharp thin lips gave an indifferent order, without a trace of emotion.

"Yes, young master." The driver respectfully obeyed, not daring to talk too much.

The car hadn't restarted yet, and in the dark night, An Ran recovered and recognized the car at a glance.

Bang bang bang!
She rushed forward and slammed on the car window, and the sick baby was frightened and cried.

"Mu Heng, Xiao Ran has a persistent high fever, let me get in the car quickly!"

An Ran shouted hurriedly. At this moment, her only thought was to rush to the hospital immediately.

However, there was no response, except for the child's shrill cry.

"Mu Heng, I beg you, Xiaoran will burn out if this continues..."

An Ran begged almost desperately, looking at the elegant but extremely cold man in the car, her eyes were full of longing.

Finally, the window slowly fell.

Si Muheng squinted at the scene just across the door. Standing in the cold wind was the anxious mother, and the pale face of the seriously ill baby.

"Why did I let you get in the car?" The corner of his lips curled slightly, his mocking tone was cold to the bone.

An Ran's eyes froze, and her young and beautiful cheeks were shrouded in gloom.

Thinking of the wedding with Si Muheng that attracted the attention of the whole city more than a year ago, she seemed to be recalling a dream.

The An family and the Si family are rightly matched, they are a perfect couple, they love each other deeply, they are blessed and admired, but...

There was a burst of soreness in his nose, An Ran interrupted his trance, and continued to beg bitterly: "Xiao Ran is your son, whether you believe it or not, at least because he is only three months old!"

"So what?" Si Muheng's expression turned cold again, a mocking smile froze on his lips, "I have no obligation to send other people's children to the hospital!"

After the words fell, the car windows were resolutely closed.

Looking at the sculpture-like cold side profile under the dark light, An Ran felt a chill creeping down his back.

"Muheng, please, save Xiaoran..."

An Ran knelt down in front of the car door with a plop, tears streaming from her eyes onto the cold concrete road.

"Drive!" Si Muheng's face was as cold as iron, he gritted his teeth and gave the driver another order.

The child kept crying, and An Ran watched the car drive away, the hopelessness in her heart turned into a bitter dry smile.

"Si Muheng, if something happens to Xiaoran, I will wish you the best of luck!"

She was hoarse, holding the listless baby tightly, her empty eyes filled with endless sorrow.

The silence of midnight was broken by mournful screams. The driver kept his hands on the steering wheel, and even though he drove more than ten meters away, he still couldn't bear to speed up.

"Master, Young Mistress, she..." The driver spoke softly, he hesitated halfway through his words.

Si Muheng's face was frozen with gloom, and his lowered cold eyes suddenly stopped.

"Turn around."

His tone was cold and unchanged, but there was a trace of imperceptible compassion.

outside the hospital.

An Ran got out of the car, didn't bother to say hello to Si Muheng, hugged the child tightly and went straight away.

She staggered towards the brightly lit emergency hall, and hurried footsteps called the nurse on duty.

After a while of panic, the child was finally carried away to bring down the fever. An Ran waited anxiously in the consulting room, not daring to leave.

"Miss An, the baby is suffering from severe pneumonia, please go and pay the hospitalization fee first."

Seeing the antipyretic needle pushing into the child's delicate skin, An Ran just breathed a sigh of relief, but the doctor's reminder made her flustered again.

"I..." An Ran frowned, bit her lips and raised her eyes, "Do I have to be hospitalized? Can prescribing some medicine relieve the symptoms?"

The doctor yawned impatiently and asked, "You can stop, but who will be responsible if something happens? Aren't you the child's mother?"

Of course she is!

Si Muheng used to be her soul, but now their child is her life.

An Ran rubbed her hands anxiously, looking at Si Ran's pale and sick face with distress, "I am his mother, but I..."