sent Li Weiwei and their mother and daughter back to the hotel, and Jiang Mingxia went back to the apartment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After taking a shower, he turned on his phone and kept his fingertips on the picture on the screen. The eyes are as dark as the night, and the surging tide in my heart cannot be calm for a long time.

He had to admit the fact that he had very good feelings for her, and always unconsciously wanted to be nice to her, to spoil her, to love, to her.

Jiang Mingxia opened his eyes in the middle of the night, and the mobile phone on the bedside suddenly vibrate.

He picked up his phone quickly, and he knew that there was only one person calling him at this time.

Li Weiwei.

Her voice came through his phone, clear in his empty room.

"Mingxia, Xiaoxiao she has a fever, her head is so hot, it's hot......"

He could hear her tone of concern, eagerness.

"Weiwei, listen to me, calm down, you help Xiaoxiao get dressed, and wait for me to take you to the hospital."

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

Jiang Mingxia was glad that the hotel he was looking for was near his apartment.

Jiang Mingxia said that he would arrive soon, really soon. Less than ten minutes had passed, and he hurried over without saying much. Holding a smile and walking outside, Li Weiwei followed behind him

It's not that Li Weiwei doesn't know how to deal with such a thing. It's that he's there, and she subconsciously wants to rely on him.

Xiaoxiao has been sick since she was a child, and she is already familiar with taking her to the hospital. Even in an unfamiliar city, where the hospital is, the driver can take them to the hospital when they go out and take a taxi.

The first thing I thought of was calling Jiang Mingxia, or because he was Xiaoxiao's father, he had this responsibility.

She really wanted to lean on a strong arm.

Smelling the smell of disinfectant water that the hospital hated again, Li Weiwei's eyes were sour and astringent. The hospital really carries too many bad memories for her.

The grief of losing my father's heart, and the physical pain that is difficult to control when laughing and laughing, are all memories of pain and pain.

Seeing Jiang Mingxia hanging up the emergency room with a smile, Li Weiwei followed.

I first measured Xiaoxiao's body temperature, 38 degrees Celsius. She breathed a sigh of relief first, but fortunately it wasn't a high fever.

Xiaoxiao's usually white and tender little face burned red at this time, nesting in Jiang Mingxia's arms like a kitten, her eyelashes were wet with tears, her face wrinkled uncomfortably, and her mouth sobbed low and made a subtle sound, which made her angina.

Li Weiwei's eyes turned red instantly, she blamed herself very much in her heart, and her gaze at Jiang Mingxia couldn't help but bring a sense of grievance.

He doesn't know, he doesn't know anything.

The tears in his eyes fell suddenly, and for a while the pear blossoms were embarrassed with rain.

As soon as Jiang Mingxia raised her eyes, she saw Li Weiwei's tears, her eyes were stabbed, and she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.