"Dad, don't go to that bad woman in the future, you will accompany me and Mommy in the future~"

The little guy's voice is so innocent, and the smile on his face is so innocent.

Ordinary people have long been melted by the voice and smile of the little baby.

But Ji Ziming had a cold face, his eyes were dark and swarthy, and he was very cold, looking at Xiao Ji Chi's gaze was not at all like a father's gaze looking at his son.

Those cold eyes, with scrutiny and coldness.

The little guy was suddenly scared when he was looked at by Ji Ziming like this, and the smile on his little face disappeared suddenly.

With one arm, he threw himself into Qu Jingwan's arms.

"Mommy ......"

The little guy called softly, and before he had time to follow Qu Jingwan's coquettishness, he was pulled out of Qu Jingwan's arms by Ji Ziming, who had a cold face.

"Ah~!"

Xiao Ji Chi screamed, and his body was in the air, and he was carried by Ji Ziming in the palm of his hand.

"Mommy, help!"

Listening to the little guy's cry for help, Qu Jingwan, who was stunned by today's incident, finally came back to her senses.

She hurriedly stood up and looked towards Ji Ziming, her palm slightly open, wanting to take the little guy from Ji Ziming's palm.

"Eh, Ziming, what are you doing here?"

It's just a pity that Ji Ziming didn't pay attention to Qu Jingwan at all, just glanced at Qu Jingwan coldly, turned around, and walked out of the ward with the little guy.

Along the way, the little guy who was carried by Ji Ziming was noisy and noisy, but Ji Ziming ignored it all the way.

He walked directly and carried the little guy to an office.

The sign at the door of the office reads Brain Clinic.

After carrying the little guy to the brain clinic, Ji Ziming threw the little guy on the bed in the office without care.

"Wow~!" The little one screamed, and fell on the bed.

"Mr. Ji? What are you? ”

Because of this hospital, there is the investment of the Ji family, so who doesn't know Ji Ziming in this hospital?

Seeing Ji Ziming carrying the young master of the Ji family to them, several doctors were a little surprised.

"Give him his brain, give me a detailed investigation."

Ji Ziming pointed at Xiao Ji Chi and said coldly.

Listening to Ji Ziming's words, several people were dumbfounded.

"Check the brain? But Young Master Ji doesn't seem to have anything to do. ”

Several doctors also knew about the problem of this little young master of the Ji family, but they had really checked it, and there was nothing wrong with this little master's brain!

"I'm giving me a careful examination, oh, by the way, I'm calling the doctor who is one of the more expert psychologists in your hospital."

Ji Ziming glanced at Xiao Ji Chi, who had been thrown on the bed for a long time and had not been able to get up, and his voice was full of coldness.

"Huh? Mr. Ji, Master Ji's illness still needs a psychiatrist? ”

Several doctors were the second monk and looked at Ji Ziming confusedly, completely unable to understand what Ji Ziming was thinking.

But under Ji Ziming's cold gaze, everyone just swallowed their saliva and obeyed Ji Ziming's proposal.

"I'm not sick! I don't want to see a doctor! ”

Xiao Ji Chi heard that his father was still asking people to come to see him, and the little guy who was in a bad mood made a fuss again.

"That woman is not my mother! I'm not sick! ”