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There was also a small note attached to the box, telling her that it was for her to replenish her body.

After that day, Mo Qianqian also learned later that Master Nangong came to Z City after knowing that she had an accident, and after seeing that she was fine, he went back with confidence.

She found that the father she had always imagined was like this, with a serious face and no words, but he would care about her silently......

…………

After staying in the hospital for more than a week, Mo Qianqian's body has recovered a lot, because with Beichen Shaoting by his side, his mood is not as bad as at the beginning.

Only occasionally, she still thinks about the child she lost.

In the blink of an eye, she was discharged from the hospital.

On the day of discharge, only Ning Ziqi came to pick her up, and neither Beichen Shixi nor Beichen Yumeng appeared.

Mo Qianqian is still a little strange, such a lively, how could Beichen Yumeng not come to make up.

Hasn't she always liked to join in the fun?

"Mom, why didn't Meng Meng come?"

She asked Ning Ziqi curiously, and Ning Ziqi sighed while helping Mo Qianqian sort out her clothes: "Beichen Shixi is angry with her and doesn't allow her to go out." ”

"Angry? What did she do? Mo asked curiously.

"You'll find out when you get back!" Ning Ziqi shook her head, she really didn't know how to tell Mo Qianqian about Meng Meng now.

Hearing this, Mo Qianqian nodded, and didn't care too much, just thinking that Beichen Yumeng had made a small mistake and was punished by Beichen Shixi.

…………

After packing up the things, Mo Qianqian and his party returned to Beichen's house.

As soon as she came back, the maid came out with Beichen Yu, who had just woken up.

When the little guy saw Mo Qianqian coming, he hurriedly moved his body, shook his little arm, and made a gesture to let Mo Qianqian hug him.

Seeing that his son still recognized him, Mo Qianqian's heart was full of joy, and he hurriedly reached out and hugged the little guy into his arms.

When she saw her son again, her eyes couldn't help but moisten.

The little guy was lying on Mo Qian's body, looking excited, and his little hands were clutching her shoulders dissatisfied.

Accidentally, it pulled the long hair on her shoulders.

Mo Qianqian gasped in pain at that time!

Beichen Shaoting on the side immediately blackened his face when he saw this, he reached out and pulled the little guy's hand away, freeing Mo Qian's hair.

"I'll hug you!" He didn't say a word, he scooped Beichen Yu over and hugged him directly into his arms!

Beichen Shaoting's physical strength is good, so it is not effortless to hold him with one hand.

But Mo Qianqian was still a little worried about his arm.

"Your hands are all right......"

"Of course, I have no problem holding you!" Beichen Shaoting snorted disdainfully.

Mo Qianqian: "......"

The little guy was a little dissatisfied at first and was suddenly hugged over, and moved his body dissatisfied, but when he stared at Beichen Shaoting's black eyes for a while, he didn't react.

Mo Qianqian rubbed his sore head, and looked at Beichen Yu with some amusement.

"Little one, are you blaming me for not coming back to see you in days?" Mo Qianqian looked at his son gently and asked in a low voice.

Beichen Yu didn't know how to speak, of course he wouldn't answer Mo Qian's words, but curiously shifted his attention to Beichen Shaoting.

Curious, he stretched out his little white hand and touched it on his stubble chin.

It's a bit of a stick, but it seems to be quite fun.