Qiao Mu was very anxious, and after the little girl shouted 'Second Uncle' in a thick nasal voice on the phone, she began to sob.

It hurts him for the heart.

Knowing that Ling Zihuan was in the palace suite of the Water Town Hotel, Qiao Mu didn't even check in, and went straight to the elevator with his suitcase.

On the floor of the palace suite, Qiao Mu pushed the suitcase out of the elevator in a hurry, and quickly found the room where Ling Zihuan was according to the sign.

The door was open, but he didn't hesitate to push it in.

As soon as he took two steps, he heard Ling Zihuan whispering softly, "Wood, it hurts......"

Qiao Mu: "!!"

He steadied himself, threw the suitcase at the door, and when he stepped into the spacious living room, he saw Ling Zihuan lying on the sofa and rolling, with a blanket on his body.

As for Mu Yi, he was squatting in front of her, holding a warm baby with a minion pattern in his hand, and he was pulling the wrapper.

Sensing the unfamiliar aura in the room, Mu Yi paused, stared sideways, and the moment he saw Qiao Mu, he was in a trance for a moment.

How could Qiao Ershao be in Dijing?!

Qiao Mu and his gaze met in the air, and for a short time, it seemed that the blades collided, and the short arms met.

There was no winning or losing, because Mu Yi took the lead in lowering his eyes.

He put the warm baby on the coffee table, got up and walked towards Qiao Mu, and when he stood in front of him, his attitude was respectful and polite, "Er Shao." ”

"Hmm. Qiao Mu responded, his eyes fell on the warm baby, and he faintly guessed the little girl's 'illness'.

That thing is usually only used when girls have menstrual cramps.

Ling Zihuan heard the movement, turned over, leaned on the sofa and looked around, and when he saw Qiao Mu, he was very aggrieved, "Second uncle......"

Mu Yi pursed her lips when she heard her soft call, "Second Shao, Miss Ling is not feeling well, please help take care of it, I will go to the film and television base first." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Qiao Mu to speak, and paced towards the door, leaving a cold and arrogant figure.

The moment he closed the door, Mu Yi's lowered eyes were only a cold gray color.

That's good.

From the beginning, I knew that identity is a gap that cannot be crossed.

Even if you like it, you only dare to put it in the corner of your heart and accumulate over time.

So be it, everything is fine.

……

After Mu Yi left, Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows and put away the gloom on his handsome face.

"Second uncle......" The little girl called weakly, and also called back his ups and downs.

Qiao Mu threw the windbreaker on his body aside, walked to the sofa, and bent down to probe her forehead, "What's the matter?"

Ling Zihuan looked at him aggrievedly, and kept rubbing his lower abdomen under the blanket, "My stomach hurts......"

Qiao Mu sighed for a while, helpless, and happy after the fright.

He had just heard her cry, and his heart was panicking.

In the short distance from the lobby to the suite, he made countless assumptions, afraid that she would have an accident and that she would be hurt.

He Qiao Er also had such a frightened day, it was really ridiculous.

Qiao Mu helped Ling Zihuan up, then sat down on the sofa with a deep waist, hugged the little girl's shoulders and took her into his arms, and slowly put his palm on her lower abdomen, "Second uncle will rub it for you, it won't hurt in a while." ”

Ling Zihuan snuggled in Qiao Mu's arms, this posture was a little intimate and a little ambiguous.

She blinked, and her dark pupils fell on the palm of his hand rubbing his lower abdomen, a little shy in the fog, although through the blanket, there was still a faint heat penetrating in.

It's magical!

His technique is neither light nor heavy, as if it can really relieve abdominal pain.