"Woo~ It's not heavy, Grandma Wu said, Zhaozhao is only thirty pounds, but he can be thin. ”

Everyone stared at her little fleshy face suspiciously, and no one seemed to believe it except for the new moon Mama.

It's really scary to worship blindly!!

The doctors at the hospital had arrived as soon as possible, followed by the branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences to deliver the butterflies needed for the study.

The doctor disinfected Mu Shiyan's injured finger, and finally carefully applied a band-aid.

Zhao Zhao snorted softly, the little milk voice was very soft, she felt that no one could hear it, but as soon as she raised her head, she met Mu Shiyan's narrowed eyes, and suddenly showed a sweet and silly smile towards him.

The doctor also sprayed some Yunnan Baiyao on her arm that had been bruised on the railing.

She was in pain after she knew it.

Thanks to Mu Shiyan's "delicate" blessing, he fished for Yunnan Baiyao spray.

The research process could not be delayed, and everyone was a little cramped in the face of Mu Shiyan, so after getting the butterfly, they went to do the experiment intensively.

Dr. Wu automatically asked Ying to take the child, Tang Xinyue brought a hot towel to wipe Zhaozhao's face, touched her soft hair, and then went to the laboratory on the second floor for the last one.

Zhao Zhao was wrapped in the smell of Yunnan Baiyao spray, and his eyes fell on Mu Shiyan opposite.

Jumping down from the chair, then stepping away from his little short legs, under Mu Shiyan's momentary gaze, walked to his side, and gently tugged at his clothes, "Big brother, do your fingers still hurt?"

Mu Shiyan's gaze moved downward, meeting Zhaozhao's bright eyes.

It's her.

Certainty at first glance.

Although she, much smaller than he imagined.

It should be ten years old, but it looks like a three-year-old.

"It doesn't hurt. ”

"Liar, in fact, it hurts, last time my grandmother's hand was injured, I gave her a snort, grandma said, the wound is good, said Zhaozhao Huhu, the wound can be healed, and the flesh can grow. ”

The little milk voice is loud, and no one can refuse this cuteness.

Mu Shiyan looked at the little girl condescendingly, took out his mobile phone and sent a message out.

Twenty minutes later, Dr. Wu quickly delivered his laptop and a plate of roast duck to the reception room and placed them in front of Mu Shiyan and Zhao Zhao.

"Young master, the roast duck you asked for is here, don't you want those cakes?"

Dr. Wu was a little puzzled, the young master's diet has always been very regular, but now, it is not yet a meal, this is the first time that he is not at the meal, let him send the food.

"No!"

When Dr. Wu heard what the young master said, he didn't dare to disturb anymore, and quietly withdrew and closed the door.

"Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, this duck is burned, you snort and let it recover. Mu Shiyan's voice was very light, even if he just said something expressionlessly, it had a taste of bewitchment.

Zhaozhao: "......"

God is so burned, it's poisonous!

It's all sliced into roast duck slices, bringing her back to life?

If it was really a three-year-old child, I would really believe it.

But although she is not a three-year-old baby, she has to be a three-year-old baby under the nose of such a torch-eyed person.

Zhao Zhao took a deep breath and nodded innocently and ignorantly under Mu Shiyan's gaze.

She climbed into the chair and lay on the edge of the table, puffing up her fleshy little face, "Ah~ ......"

The scent of roast duck was exhaled, and her little belly grunted uncontrollably.