[Mr. Mo, the child is awake. 】

The news was sent by Yan Qing.

Mo Sihan glanced at the closed door and walked away without looking back.

At the moment, he can't take care of too much, and the child's affairs are the top priority.

It doesn't matter whether Xiaoqingtuan is his own or not, the important thing is that his love for children will not disappear out of thin air.

This kind of love has long been engraved into his blood and bones, how can a paternity test report change it?

In the isolation ward, Xiaoqingtuan woke up and couldn't see Mo Sihan crying all the time, and the nurse coaxed her for a long time and didn't coax her well.

"Ding!" The elevator doors opened.

Yan Qing respectfully shouted, "Mr. Mo."

Mo Sihan commanded, "Yan Qing, you go downstairs to guard the young grandmother, and I will watch here."

"Okay, Mr. Mo."

You can see through the clear glass.

Mo Sihan tapped his hand lightly on the glass, revealing his trademark daddy smile.

As soon as the little youth group saw Mo Sihan, they pitifully stretched out their hands to ask their father to hug them.

This shows how dependent the child is on him.

Over the years, Mo Sihan has been very qualified for the role of father, and I have to say that he has done a good job.

Obviously, there was only a piece of glass apart, but Mo Sihan felt that this was probably the farthest distance in the world, and he couldn't see it but couldn't touch it, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Xiao Qingtuan stared at Mo Sihan with tears in his eyes and kept shouting for his father, crying breathlessly.

Mo Sihan clenched his back tooth socket, and the sadness in his heart was difficult to calm down.

He really couldn't bear to see the child crying like this, so he turned away from her ruthlessly.

If he doesn't, he may lose control of his emotions, go crazy, and rush in to pick up the child at all costs.

A man's composure is sometimes in vain, and it can be broken at the slightest poke.

It's hard to imagine that a man as cold as Mo Sihan would have a day when his emotions were exposed.

At this moment, his lips were excessively pale, and he stood in place decadently and stiffly.

In a blink of an eye, it is time for the child to take injections and medicines, which is usually the most boiled at this time.

Not long ago, Mo Sihan would slap the glass hard like crazy because he couldn't get used to seeing this kind of scene.

Now he is adapted, and from the inside out, there is a maturity and restraint that has passed through a thousand sails.

Because he knows that only if he behaves calmly, the child will not be afraid.

What do such young children know?

Mo Sihan gave two thumbs up to Xiaoqingtuan, encouraging her to be brave and cheer.

At this moment, he wants to be a superhuman father and save his baby daughter.

Recently, Mo Sihan's spirit has been in a tense state all the time.

He couldn't rest in peace, he couldn't eat properly, and his whole human form was boneless.

He spent most of his time outside the isolation ward with Xiaoqingtuan, and when he was really tired, he sat on a stool and took a nap.

But even if he took a nap, Mo Sihan would be awakened by nightmares, and he would always go to see the child as soon as he woke up, and his heart would not calm down until he was sure that the child was well.

Under the light, the high-spirited man was now in shape, and his hair was a little long because it was not groomed.

He has always been noble and proud, how could he ever be like this......

This kind of Mo Sihan is really distressing.

*

Downstairs ward.

Yan Qing followed Mo Sihan's intentions and kept squatting at the door of Zhu Wuwu's ward.

The news brought by Dr. Bai in the morning was not small, Yan Qing originally thought that she would hear the woman's heart-rending cry, but in fact it was not.

The room was quiet, chillingly quiet.

Yan Qing suddenly had a bad thought: Will it ......

Just as he was about to force his way in, the doorknob turned.

"Squeak!"

The man inside opened the door and walked out.

Yan Qing originally thought that he would see Zhu Wuwu whose eyes were crying like walnuts, but what he didn't expect was that Zhu Wuwu changed his decadent appearance, and his face was deliberately put on makeup, as delicate and beautiful as ever.

A woman is sometimes a strange creature, and when you think she is weak, she is like a willow, full of resilience.

Zhu Wuwu glanced at Yan Qing indifferently and hurriedly walked past him.

"Young grandma, where are you going?" Yan Qing hurriedly followed.

You don't have to think about it to know that she is going upstairs to watch the little youth group.

The elevator went to the isolation ward.

From afar, Zhu Wuwu looked up and inadvertently saw Mo Sihan grimacing at the child through the glass.

I used to feel a warm picture, but now I don't feel it.

Her pitiful little trust in him had now collapsed.

Zhu Wuwu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

She had only recently learned the shocking news, but she had no time to grieve until her child's illness was cured.

No matter what, Xiaoqingtuan is the daughter she believes in her heart, and this will never change.

The moment Zhu Wuwu's gentle smiling face appeared in the child's sight, Xiao Qingtuan was stunned for a moment.

Only a second later, the child cried aggrievedly.

I haven't seen my mother for a few days, and the child is missing his mother.

The world of children is very simple, laugh when they are happy, and cry when they are sad.

It's not as complicated as adults.

Seeing the child crying, Zhu Wuwu's heart was filled with dense pain, she held back the pain, tried to smile, and made various gestures to the child to coax the child.

After a while, the obedient little youth group stopped crying.

The nurse breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but sigh from within: a mother is a mother, and in the eyes of the child, no one can replace it.

In the past two hours, Zhu Wuwu has not been idle, although only standing or gesturing.

Later, the child finally fell asleep.

Zhu Wuwu sat on the corridor bench and closed his eyes tiredly for a moment.

She thought about eating well from today onwards, resting well and recuperating her spirits, and taking turns taking care of the children with Mo Sihan.

Although the child's disease is difficult to treat, it is too early to give up, and when a suitable bone marrow donor is found for surgery, the child may be saved.

Until then, she will be a strong, responsible, and loving mother.

*

In the long hallway, it was unspeakably quiet.

Mo Sihan walked to Zhu Wuwu's side, bent down and looked at Zhu Wuwu with deep eyes.

Although her face was covered with makeup, she still looked very pale.

Mo Sihan's eyes were firmly fixed on Zhu Wuwu, and his voice was full of endless sadness: "Zhu Wuwu, let's talk about the child's affairs, shall we?"

"Don't talk to me." Zhu Wuwu leaned his head back in his chair, looking like he didn't even have the strength to speak, "I don't want to talk about this."

Mo Sihan couldn't help but feel distressed, and hugged Zhu Wuwu tightly into his hot chest.

Zhu Wuwu did not resist, and opened his eyes indifferently and looked at him, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"I'll look into the child's affairs, I promise you." Mo Sihan promised her.

Zhu Wuwu shook his head mechanically: "......"

What guarantees does he take?

Mo Sihan's words only made her feel funny.

He lied to her a long time ago that her child was still alive in the world.

But a lie is still a lie after all, and no matter how many lies are told, it will not be fulfilled.

Zhu Wuwu recalled the day she gave birth to the child, she knelt on the ground and cried and begged him to let her look at the child, but Mo Sihan cruelly refused.

Later, Mo Sihan tried every possible way to lie to her that her child was not dead.

"Mo Sihan, in fact, I know that my child died on the day he was born because of the umbilical cord around his neck. The kid who was in the hospital at the time, no

It's a random child you brought in, but you don't have to go to great lengths to deceive me." Zhu Wuwu said bitterly, his tone full of sadness.

"Who told you that our children are born dead?" Mo Sihan asked her rhetorically.

"Who else could it be?"

Mo Sihan suddenly thought of someone in his mind, and subconsciously said, "Su Lan?"

「……」

May you be silent.

A trace of unprecedented cold flashed in Mo Sihan's eyes.

On the day I gave birth to the child, the child was indeed sent to the hospital because of the umbilical cord around the neck.

Mo Sihan was guarding the baby in the hospital until he received a call from Dr. Ai saying that the mother had signs of hemorrhage, so he had to rush home.

It is very likely that during this time, something unexpected happened to him......

In short, in the matter of children, no matter who it is, he will never let go.

"Actually, I don't blame you for the child." Zhu Wuwu's heart was filled with dense pain, and his voice choked up, "Where there is a cause, there is an effect, that child I originally wanted to kill her, and it was because of this cruel thought that I would get such a bad result."

What ridiculous statements?

"Good luck worry, do you have to do this?" Mo Sihan's emotions were a little out of control, "So, you think that the child you gave birth to is dead, and I have been lying to you with the Little Youth League?"

"Can you stop talking about this again?"

Her voice made him deep in the cold place, and he couldn't feel a trace of warmth, and the pain in his heart deepened little by little.

Mo Sihan's posture of holding Zhu Wuwu on the back of the chair was very tough, he lowered his head and shadowed the outline of his entire face, and his whole body exuded low air pressure, making passers-by retreat.

"I wish you no worries, the fact that the Little Youth League is not our biological daughter will never be less shocked than yours." Mo Sihan's chest rose and fell violently, and the anger in his body seemed to be rolling, "I said, I will find out about this matter, why don't you believe me?"

Zhu Wuwu's tone was bored, and he said hysterically, "Can you stop talking about this? Does this matter now? Now my only concern is whether the illness of the Little Youth League can be cured."

Zhu Wuwu's face was pale, and he looked at him as if he was looking at a stranger.

Mo Sihan looked at her in astonishment, and suddenly lowered his head and pressed her lips fiercely, not kissing, but deeply plundering.

The lights in the hallway were bright, and all the protests from Zhu Wuwu turned into a buo.

After a long time, Mo Sihan let go of her.

Zhu Wuwu mocked him sarcastically, "Mo Sihan, this is how you express your anger? Is this the only thing you're best at? What does this prove?"

Mo Sihan stood up with a painful expression on his face and left the corridor in a negative mood.

Finally, he and she fought back to the pre-liberation period overnight.