President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Runian went to the hospital.

Arriving at Xuanyuanmo's ward, he saw that familiar figure.

"It happens that you are here, Aunt Qing, so I will save trouble. Here, this is white radish pork rib soup, which will help Xuanyuan Mo's injury. Aunt Qing, please help feed it." Song Runian said, putting the heat preservation box in his hand hand it over.

Without saying a word, Xuanyuan Qing reached out and took the insulation box.

She doesn't care about other things, but as long as Xuanyuan Mo is involved, she will agree without hesitation.

Especially the matter of feeding soup to make Xuanyuan Mo recover sooner.

But as soon as she stirred the soup in the insulated box, Xuanyuan Qing noticed something was wrong, "You white radish looks so strange."

Xuanyuan Mo also leaned over to take a look, "Really, Nian Nian, these white radishes look a bit like people."

"It's just people. Recently, Xing Xing learned how to carve at home. These are all works for practice. I don't want to waste them, so I just stew the soup and share it with everyone." Song Ru Nian replied with a nod.

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Qing's face collapsed in an instant, and she threw the spoon into the insulated box, "The things we practiced were brought out for us to drink, why, the entire Xuanyuan family belongs to you, and you can't even bear the money for a few white radishes? "

"Of course I'm willing, but it's not necessary. It's not impossible to eat such white radishes." Song Runian's attitude was still gentle and relaxed.

After a pause, he added, "Besides, let you all ask again, this is my purpose."

"Ask me again, what's the situation with such an ugly white radish?"

"Of course not. I want you to ask who is the person carved on the white radish." Song Runian shook her head.

Xuanyuan Qing snorted, but did not follow up on the question.

On the contrary, Xuanyuan Mo was very cooperative, with a gentle smile overflowing from the corner of his eyes, "So who is this?"

"It's me. Xing Xing said that this task is to carve out the person he likes most in his heart, so do you know what it means to carve my appearance?" Song Ru Nian smiled brightly.

"Understood, yes, in the eyes of children, parents are the best existence in the world, if you don't carve who you carve." Xuanyuan Mo nodded very cooperatively.

While talking, Xuanyuan Qing suddenly walked out with a sullen face.

And shut the door loudly.

"It's okay." Xuanyuan Mo had already seen the strangeness, "She must have felt that you meant something, and forced her to go back and apologize to Grandpa, that's why it happened."

"I really mean that." Song Runian nodded, "Otherwise, why would I send this kind of white radish? Aunt Qing is suspicious and sensitive to these things, isn't she?"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Mo opened his mouth, but couldn't find anything to say.

After a long while, she sighed helplessly, "It's useless. I've persuaded her several times not to regret it before she died, but she just didn't listen, and she almost quarreled with Vivian yesterday because of this matter."

At that time, Xuanyuan Qing thought that he was still deeply asleep, but in fact he had already woken up, and he listened to the verbatim of the conversation between the two.

"You also worked hard to hide." Song Runian sighed.

Xuanyuan Mo smiled bitterly, "What else should I do? Just wake up and force her with Vivienne. She is still sick, and I'm worried that if I force her, something will happen..."

Therefore, I can only pretend that I don't know, at least in this way, Xuanyuan Qing can live a more comfortable life.

As for when she will be able to figure it out, just let it happen!