She didn't say anything, leaned down (body shēn), and prepared to carry her.

"I'm telling you, I don't have that much patience, so get up and go to the hospital."

The old lady looked at the little girl who was squatting on the ground and preparing to carry herself, her eyes were a little ruddy.

"Whoever wants you to carry it, hurry up."

Zhu Xiaoxiao, who was standing on the side, wrinkled her eyebrows, this little old lady, why is she so stubborn, the little lady is so good to her, and she doesn't accept it.

"(奶nǎi) (奶nǎi), to have such a good granddaughter as our little lady is a blessing that you have cultivated in your previous life.

The old lady's eyes were always staring at Lu Xiaomu, as if she was reluctant to leave for a moment.

Lu Xiaomu looked back at the old lady with tears in her eyes, and her forehead was as hot as a coal basin.

She took a deep breath and shouted at Zhu Xiaoxiao.

"Little Sister Zhu, take a hand, why is this guy so shafted than me."

"Yes, little lady." Zhu Xiaoxiao took the order and reached out to pull the old lady lying on the sofa.

It may be that the fever is high, and the old lady seems to be groggy and wants to refuse, but she has no strength to refuse.

"I don't want you to carry it." She muttered.

Lu Xiaomu puffed up his eyes.

"Shut up, who do you think (love ài) cares about you, if I hadn't met me today, I wouldn't want to see you again in my life." Lu Xiaomu was a little uneasy.

In fact, she will take care of her, even if her father is gone, she will come to see her.

After all, they are relatives, and no matter how much they hate, they are relatives.

The old lady just lay on her little back, thinking about the little (body shēn) shadow who had been beaten by herself when she was a child, and her tears rolled in her eyes.

All kinds of images from the past were projected in her mind like a movie.

The head is getting heavier and heavier.

"Mother Yun misses you." The old lady shouted in a drowsy voice.

"Little Sister Zhu, open the door, hurry up." Lu Xiaomu said a little anxiously.

Xiao Zhu opened the car door, and Zhu Xiaoxiao hurriedly helped get it in.

"Little lady, give me the car keys."

Lu Xiaomu handed her the car keys from her pocket.

Lu Xiaomu looked at the wrinkled face leaning on her arms, her heart (情qg) was a little complicated, time really passed so fast, thinking that she was still a child, (milk nǎi) (milk nǎi) was still a young woman, in the blink of an eye, she became like this.

"Little lady, you are so kind, you must have been Guanyin Bodhisattva in your last life." Zhu Xiaoxiao looked in the rearview mirror at the little lady who had been rubbing her hands for the old lady and said.

Lu Xiaomu puffed up his eyes.

"I'm still like a Buddha, you can see it, no matter what she does, she's really an uncomfortable guy." Lu Xiaomu scolded.

Zhu Xiaoxiao pulled the corners of her lips and laughed.

"Little madam, I finally know now why Mr. likes you so much, you are really different from mortals."

Lu Xiaomu puffed up his eyes.

"Come on, the horse (fart) is less shooting, let's go to the hospital quickly"

The old lady's whole body was burned soft.

Gently spill between the lips.

"Yunyun"

Listening to (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) calling his father's nickname, Lu Xiaomu's heart was like a knife cutting, it hurt, it hurt to the bone.

It's been almost half a month since her father left, but she still can't let go.

"Shut up, do you want people to live," Lu Xiaomu said with a little stiffness in his throat.

She always pokes her sore spot if she wants anyone to live, and her father is her weakness.

"Can't help others raise children, knowing that it's not yours, you're stupid," the old lady said in a low voice, and it seemed to be crying.