Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

Leng Yichen and An Xiaojing looked at each other and sighed helplessly.An Xiaojing shrugged at Leng Yichen.

"How about we go skiing?"

An Xiaojing suddenly thought of an idea, her eyes lit up, and she suggested with great interest.

Leng Yichen was a little surprised, but also felt that this idea was good.

Neither Xiaoli nor Xuemu had ever gone skiing before, so they were a little puzzled after hearing this suggestion.But Xiao Li had seen skiing in the photo and thought it was fun, so he was the first to raise his hand in favor.

"I can do it, I don't have any comments."

This kid is getting cooler and cooler, and he is like a little boy god.

An Xiaojing sometimes becomes nympho when she looks at her son.

Seeing her brother agreeing, Xuemu also raised her hand and replied softly: "Okay!"

An Xiaojing smiled and nodded.

Finally, there was something exciting for them.

An Xiaojing and Leng Yichen took Xiaoli and Xuemu to the ski resort.

Xue Mu looked at the vast expanse of whiteness in the distance, very happy, and ran a few steps in the snow.

Xiao Li also looked at the snow in amazement, squatted down, kneaded a ball of snowball, the corners of his mouth curled up, and hit Xuemu.

It happened to hit Xuemu's ass.

Xue Mu was startled, and turned her head aggrieved.

"Brother! What are you doing!"

As soon as he turned around, another snowball hit his shoulder.

Xue Mu pursed her mouth, snorted, and threw a snowball towards Xiao Li, but because she was too weak, the snowball fell into the snow before it hit Xiao Li.

Xiao Li laughed loudly.

Xue Mu stared wide-eyed at the snowball falling, curled her lips, threw away the snowball she had kneaded, and ran towards An Xiaojing.

"Mummy!"

Xiao Li laughed so hard that he lay on the ground, pounding the ground with his hands, laughing so hard that his stomach hurts.

Seeing Leng Yichen walking towards him, he stretched out his hand to hold Leng Yichen's hand, his voice full of laughter.

But people are full of interest in such a young man.

Leng Yichen looked at Xiaoli suspiciously.

What's wrong with this kid...

Finally stopped laughing, Xiao Li obediently put on the skiing equipment as instructed, turned around and saw that Xue Mu was ready, stared at him with wide eyes, and almost laughed again for a while.

"Okay, let's go skiing, slide slowly, don't worry, be careful of falling." An Xiaojing patted the top of their heads, smiling slightly, her voice soft.

The two nodded: "En!"

Leng Yichen took them there, while An Xiaojing slowly adapted to herself in the back.

Xiaoli skiing is very good, very smooth.There was a strong sense of joy on his fair little face, and his laughter echoed across the snow.

Xue Mu seemed a little scared, moving her steps in small steps.

At this moment, An Xiaojing came over.

"You go and look at Xiaoli, and I'll look at Xuemu."

Leng Yichen nodded, then slid towards Xiaoli.

An Xiaojing smiled and looked at Xuemu's frightened look.

I can't help but feel that my son is very cute.

"Xuemu, are you afraid?"

Xue Mu raised her head, her big eyes were a little timid: "Well... a little bit."

An Xiaojing reached out and touched his head.

"Don't be afraid, just slide slowly and control the strength."

Xuemu nodded and decided to study hard.

He clenched his fist, and his feet slipped suddenly.

He suddenly widened his eyes in horror, whimpered, and rolled down.

Leng Yichen and Xiaoli didn't know what happened, but suddenly they heard An Xiaojing scream.

Leng Yichen and Xiaoli suddenly stopped and looked back, their expressions changed dramatically.

An Xiaojing watched Xuemu roll down the slope in horror, trembling hands, trying to hold him but couldn't resist the speed of his fall.

Leng Yichen was shocked, and quickly slid towards Xuemu, but naturally he missed him.

All I could do was watch him fall from sight.

After a while, Xuemu had rolled to the bottom of the slope.

An Xiaojing's face was pale, and she hugged Xuemu.

Xue Mu slightly opened her eyes, her voice was weak: "Mommy..."

After saying these words, Xue Mu saw that he passed out, and An Xiaojing saw that his fair face was bruised, and blood was bleeding from his forehead, and her heart ached very much.

"Xuemu..."

Her voice was tense, trembling, with a hint of self-blame.

"younger brother……"

Xiao Li looked at Xue Mu nervously and called him, feeling very distressed.

"Send it to the hospital, hurry up." Leng Yichen said in a deep voice, with an ugly face, picked up Xuemu, unloaded the skiing equipment, and rushed to the hospital quickly.

An Xiaojing and Xiao Li followed behind.

An Xiaojing blamed herself very much.

It's all because she didn't take good care of the child and let him go down.

Her face was almost as white as the snow.

Xiaoli was also very anxious in his heart, while comforting An Xiaojing, he secretly prayed that his brother would be fine.

When he arrived at the hospital, Leng Yichen quickly called for a doctor, and pushed Xuemu into the operating room without saying a word.

Xue Mu's forehead was badly wounded and looked like it needed stitches.

An Xiaojing watched her son being pushed into the operating room, her face turned pale, and her eyes turned red instantly.

Leng Yichen hugged her into his arms and comforted her.

"Don't worry, Xuemu will be fine."

"Yes! Brother will be fine!" Xiao Li clenched his fists, his voice was firm, and his dark eyes were full of firmness.

An Xiaojing nodded slightly, but she was still in a bad mood.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault for not being optimistic about him..."

Leng Yichen hugged her tightly again.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault, stop blaming yourself."

"Yes! Mommy, it's not your fault!" Xiao Li raised his head and said.

Leng Yichen slowly let go of her.

"I'll go through the formalities, you wait here. Xiaoli, stay with Mommy."

"Okay!" Xiaoli nodded, then ran to An Xiaojing's side, pulling her to sit down.

An Xiaojing lowered her head, bit her lips tightly, tears still fell down after all.

Xiao Li anxiously wiped away her tears.

"Mom, don't cry, brother will be fine!!"

An Xiaojing raised her head, hugged Xiaoli into her arms, nodded, and agreed in a muffled voice.

Leng Yichen completed all the formalities, paid the money, and when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the back.

He suddenly widened his eyes and chased after that figure, feeling a little puzzled but also a little excited.

That figure is so familiar!

It's like Leng Chenxi!

Chen Xi, is that you?

Dawn...

Are you back?

Leng Yichen wasn't sure, but that figure was so familiar, he couldn't be more familiar with it, it was his younger brother.

Must be!

Dawn!

I'm back, why don't you come to me?

However, An Xiaojing and the child are still waiting for him.

And the figure similar to Leng Chenxi just now disappeared long ago.

Leng Yichen felt a little lost.

And a little sad at the same time.

No longer thinking about it, I had to go back to the operating room.

An Xiaojing and Xiaoli faced the door of the operating room together.

Waiting nervously.

Leng Yichen strode forward.

Holding them both in his arms.