For a moment, people looked at each other, and the venue became silent.

Gong Jiang shouted loudly: "I'm a doctor!" ”

As soon as the words fell, two men immediately rushed out, dragged him to the lounge behind the stage regardless of etiquette.

Wen Yang took advantage of the chaos and followed closely behind Gong Jiang.

Zhang Mingyue and Lemon hurriedly stood up and ran behind the stage, but were stopped by the people at the door and were not allowed to enter.

The people at the door looked a little nervous, and several guests also stood up and came to the door of the lounge behind the stage, but they were also politely but resolutely turned away.

Probably because the people inside were in a hurry to enter, and the door was not closed tightly.

Wen Yang stayed outside the door very well, looking in through the crack in the door.

Seeing that it was a dog, the short one of them wanted to drive the dog away, and the other tall man shook his head at his companion when he saw that the dog was dressed. Today's people are all friends of the boss, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog, since the dog is not making trouble, don't care about it.

Leaning against the crack in the door, Wen Yang squinted his eyes and saw a group of people inside coaxing around a milk baby.

Although the child's eyebrows were not opened, he looked like a ball of meat, and he looked almost the same, but Wen Yang still saw at a glance that the baby in the house who was grabbed by Gong Jiang and lifted upside down was Zhao Sicong, who had just reached the full moon downstairs.

Congcong's child's originally white and tender little face is showing a terrifying purple red, slowly turning to blue and purple. One. Root. Read. Novel xstxt turn.

A pair of dark eyes kicked the boss, his fists were clenched tightly, and his little body hanging in the air twitched and moved.

Cong Cong's mother was full of tears, her whole body was soft, and she slipped straight to the ground.

The middle-aged man with an anxious face on the side, who seemed to be Congcong's father, looked anxious, and while supporting his wife, he called nervously: "Hey, what?" The ambulance takes 20 minutes to arrive!? ”

Gong Jiang faced the door sideways, holding Sicong's ankle with his right hand, and slammed his back with a lot of force with his left hand.

After slapping hard four or five times, Sicong's chest thumped, and a small milky white slippery object suddenly spit out of his mouth with a violent coughing sound, and fell to the floor with a snap.

Gong Jiang still held Sicong's foot and neck upside down, and continued to pat him the back until a loud cry rang out.

As the cry sounded, the child's face changed from purple to a normal color that turned red from crying too loudly.

Holding the child's head with one hand, Gong Jiang brought the upside-down child over, and the young woman in the blue cloth coat immediately took Sicong from his hand, gently stroked the child's back very familiarly, and coaxed Sicong who was crying.

Glancing at the bulging chest of the blue cloth coat, Wen Yang strangely found that this woman was actually a wet nurse.

Seeing that her son was fine, Congcong's mother stood up stiffly, and stretched out her hand to ask the nurse to hand the child to her.

There was also an old couple in the room who looked like they were about to faint, and this would also be relieved, and a little nanny-like woman next to them was rubbing their chests one by one: "Old lady, it's okay, Sicong is fine!" ”

"My precious grandson!"

As soon as she breathed a sigh of relief, the old lady shouted, clapping her legs with her hands, and the old tears were all over her face.

Sicong's father squatted down, and picked up the small milky white object that was coughed up on the ground without being dirty, looked at the light suspiciously, and pinched it.

"Ahem,"

Gong Jiang coughed dryly: "It seems to be a banana." Your family Congcong was choked just now, and this should be fine. If you are not worried, you can send it to the hospital again. ”

After hearing this, Father Sicong did not hesitate to put his finger holding the strange thing close to his nose and sniffed it, Wen Yang looked a little speechless through the crack in the door.

"It's a banana."

The middle-aged man nodded, threw a small banana into the ashtray on the table, reached out and took two tissues from the person next to him to wipe it, and leaned over to look at his son.

The people in the entire lounge, except for Gong Jiang, all looked around the child with teary eyes.

Zhao Sicong was surrounded by a group of people in the middle, and Wen Yang could only see a bunch of buttocks pouting outward.

I don't know why, Zhao Sicong cried so loudly, separated by a bunch of people and a door, Wen Yang felt that the child's lung capacity was okay.

"Mrs. Zhao, Congcong seems to be ......"

The nurse hesitated to open her mouth.

Sicong was brought up by her since she was a child, although she is not the child's real mother, but when it comes to feelings, she cares about this child more than anyone else. As soon as she turned her face just now, Sicong's mother took a banana and gave the child a bite, but the child smiled and smiled, and her face began to turn purple. Although this will have been saved by that gentleman, his heart is still pounding at this moment.

Congcong's mother hugged the child, kept kissing the child's little face, crying and laughing. Hearing the wet nurse mention her son, she asked a little nervously, "What's wrong with Congcong?" ”

Father Congcong suddenly turned his head to look at her, his eyes stern.

I had just been frightened at this time, and everyone in the room was a little nervous.

The nurse was stared at by several people at once, startled, and said, "Congcong is crying wrong......

It is estimated that Congcong's parents are usually busy, and the nurse who invited them does not have much experience with children.

As soon as she heard what the wet nurse said, she hurriedly held the child and looked up and down, but she couldn't see anything wrong.

The child's grandmother trembled and hugged Sicong.

The child broke away from his mother's embrace, and his crying seemed to be a little louder, his hands and feet kept kicking, and the crying was mixed with a strange breath sound, intermittent, as if he was choking and about to die.

This time, even Wen Yang, who had never been a father, heard that something was wrong.

The man guarding the door had a strange expression, as if he wanted to go in, but couldn't leave.

The tall man gritted his teeth, whispered to the short man, and hurriedly pushed the door in to see his future boss, who continued to stand faithfully in front of the doorman.

As soon as the door opened, Wen Yang ran in after the tall man.

There were so many people that no one noticed that a dog in a superman suit had slipped into the house.

Taking advantage of his size, Wen Yang slipped into the house and saw Gong Jiang, who was originally standing on the side, began to struggle to pull away the people surrounding Zhao Sicong and squeeze in.

"Let one go, let one go! Leave space for your child to breathe normally. Irrelevant people go out for a while! ”

As soon as he saw Gong Jiang, Daddy Congcong was like grasping a life-saving straw.

This middle-aged man wearing a suit that he didn't know what brand - Wen Yang didn't have time to think about what brand that dress was, he felt expensive - his broad forehead was wrinkled, his face was tired and anxious, and with a wave of his hand, everyone went out, and in the end only Zhao Sicong, the Zhao family and his wife, Sicong's grandparents, wet nurse, Gong Jiang, and a super dog on the ground were left in the house.

The tall man who had just squeezed in only had time to glance at the milk baby in Mrs. Zhao's arms, and then turned around and went out with a more depressed expression.

I was shouting in the house just now that it was okay, why did I look at it now, and it was still not right?

The tall man frowned, and when he went out, the short man asked him a few words, and he was also depressed.

"Where's the dog?"

Looking at the husky that suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, Zhao Han was puzzled.

Gong Jiang was observing the child, and when he turned his head and saw a stupid face of a husky, he couldn't help but be inexplicable. When did Big Mao run in?

Sicong's mother wiped her tears: "Husband, it's the dog in the elevator I told you." ”

"Oooh." Zhao Han remembered it and responded casually.

Dogs are dogs, and I don't have time to worry about this at the moment.

Wen Yang squatted in place, watching Gong Jiang gently lean his head on Zhao Sicong's small chest, not knowing what he was doing, and only after more than half a minute did he raise his head.

"We're all right?"

Grandma Sicong seemed to be old, and she couldn't bear this tense atmosphere, so she took Gong Jiang's hand in a hurry and asked expectantly.

Wen Yang squatted there, looking at the crying Zhao Sicong from a distance, but he remembered a past incident many years ago in his mind.

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I want to try my best to update more.,A chapter of the code was sent first.,If it's updated at night.,The time will be late.。