In one of the most exclusive private hospitals in Jiangcheng.

Su Xiaoya sat beside the bedside of the VIP ward with a sad face, looking at Qi Zixiao's miserable little face.

Qi Zixiao's handsome face was oozing with sweat.

The beautiful amber eyes were closed, the long eyelashes were drooping, the two hands were wrapped around the quilt, and the body trembled slightly.

Su Xiaoya was very distressed, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Mommy"

Suddenly, Qi Zixiao on the hospital bed seemed to be having a nightmare, shivering and muttering.

"Mommy, I'm cold."

Su Xiaoya's heart was sour, and he hurriedly reached out to hug his son, and went to get an electric heating baby and stuffed it into the quilt.

She was a little apprehensive.

Unknowingly, Xiao Mengbao grew up, only 11 years old, his height has grown to 165, and his personality is becoming more and more like Qi Muchen.

In front of the outer rén miàn, he is domineering and cold, and he is a little domineering president.

And he was born smart, a genius boy, no matter what he did, he was perfect, and there seemed to be no difficulty that he couldn't solve.

Such a son makes Su Xiaoya very proud of him, but there is always a little regret in his heart.

The little Mengbao, who talks sweetly and glutinously, likes to be coquettish in her arms, and always hangs in her arms like a koala, will never come back.

Only at this time will Qi Zixiao show his most vulnerable side in front of her.

"Good baby."

Su Xiaoya's eyes became sour, and he hugged him tightly with both hands, keeping him warm, and gently kissed his son's cold cheek like when he was a child.

There was a knock at the door, she turned around and saw Qi Muchen standing at the door, an ambiguous light flashing in her amber eyes.

"Qi bastard." Su Xiaoya's eyes were red, and he rushed over and snuggled in his arms, and couldn't help but start complaining.

"Didn't you say it was all in your plan? Why did Xiao Bao have such an accident? Is this part of your plan? ”

Qi Muchen's eyes darkened, is this a little thing blaming him?

Seeing that Qi Muchen was silent, Su Xiaoya bit his lower lip and whispered.

"I'm sorry, I know you've been stressful during this time. I just feel sorry for the baby. ”

Qi Muchen sighed and kissed her forehead, his voice low.

"Little thing, you go to the rest meeting first. I'm here to watch over him. ”

"The doctor said that he was overly frightened, so I asked the maid to find some special medicine, and asked the maid to cook some pigeon eggs, which can be frightened, and when he wakes up, you go and bring them to him."

Su Xiaoya nodded, and left with red eyes.

Qi Muchen sat on the edge of the hospital bed, and after witnessing Su Xiaoya's figure disappearing, his eyes sank, and he reached out and patted Xiaobaobao's quilt.

The tone is a little unkind.

"Qi Zixiao, Mommy is gone, are you still awake?"

Qi Zixiao, who had closed his eyes just now, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of cunning flashed in his handsome eyes.

He held the sheet with one hand, and his body was like a fish, sliding up with agility and sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Although his face still looked pale, he was in good spirits, and he did not look like he was overly frightened.

Qi Zixiao sat up straight, reached out and took an apple beside the bed, put it in his hand and threw it down.

With the other hand, he picked up a fruit knife and began to peel the apple quickly.

But the apple was immediately pressed by Qi Muchen's thin fingers, and Qi Zixiao met his father's amber eyes as deep as a secluded pool.

(Education 123 Literature Network)