in the hospital corridors.

Sui Bao sat on the bench with his little short legs, and couldn't help sighing, his little face was full of melancholy.

She stretched out her little hand and touched the jade spirit on her chest, and asked the Peacock Lord with her consciousness, "Brother Peacock, why is Brother Ying's courage so small?" ”

Obviously, she was going to tell him in the next second that her mother's soul lived in the jade plate.

But looking at Brother Ying's reaction, fortunately she didn't say anything......

"It's hard to say." The Peacock Venerable Lord was combing his feathers boredly, and when he heard the voice of the little milk dumpling, he was inevitably excited, and hurriedly asked, "Sui Bao obediently, when will you have time to chat with this seat?" ”

Since Su Hanyu finished telling Sui Bao those words last night, he fell into a deep sleep again.

The Peacock Venerable Lord had a hunch, and this time, she was afraid that she would have to sleep for several days.

Mobile phones, tablets, game consoles or something, he's tired of playing these days, and now he doesn't talk to anyone for a while, and his heart is like a cat scratching.

Aside from these superficial factors, the Peacock Venerable Lord actually has a little bit of his own careful thoughts, in short, this matter must not be known to the little milk baby.

didn't get an answer, Sui Bao sighed again and replied, "Wait for Mom to wake up." ”

"Suibao, won't your conscience hurt?" The Peacock Venerable Lord couldn't sit still.

He said in pieces: "This seat was originally so carefree outside, and you couldn't get out of this broken jade card, so I didn't want to let you accompany me for a few words."

What's the matter, your mother is a mother, so this seat is not your contract spirit animal? ”

The more the Peacock Venerable Lord thought about it, the more angry he became, and he scolded and said a lot, only to realize that Sui Bao had not responded for a long time.

It stands to reason that a person and a beast who have signed a blood contract should be able to sense each other at all times.

Unless—the host party shielded him.

"Stinky girl, I'll be a dog if I ignore you!" The Peacock Venerable Lord was furious, and his big wings flapped and crackled.

It's just that this time he learned smartly, and he only dared to flutter, and he didn't dare to leak any spiritual power.

He has lived for so many years and has never fought a war, but he really didn't know that he was so strong.

That big ear really hurts!

Unilaterally blocked his Suibao's mind was not on this at all, and he had a bitter face, struggling with how to explain to Ning Ziyan later.

She secretly glanced at Zhou Chongjin, who replied to the message, and hurriedly sat down a second before he looked at her.

It's a pity that the little mouth that pursed slightly because of nervousness betrayed her.

The corners of Zhou Chongjin's lips hooked slightly, and explained: "Zhou Ying was just frightened, and his nerves were too tense to faint, at his age, he has no underlying diseases, so there will be no great danger." ”

Although Sui Bao didn't understand his words a little, there was no danger in it, and she could still understand it.

The little milk dumpling breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Zhou Chongjin, lowered his head and stared at his toes, and muttered in a low voice: "Sui Bao is wrong, I will definitely change it in the future!" ”

Zhou Chongjin was surprised when he heard this.

He began to reflect, was it too profound to involve the technical terms just now, so the little milk dumplings didn't understand it at all?

Worried that she blamed herself too much, Zhou Chongjin wanted to comfort her, and when the words came to her mouth, she saw Sui Bao, who had originally lowered her head, raised her head suddenly and slid off the chair.

"Watch your step!" Zhou Chongjin was taken aback and got up closely.

Then I saw the little milk dumpling rushing over and hugging the thigh of the person who came, and said in a milky voice: "Dad, you are here, Sui Bao wants to kill you!" ”

Ning Tingchen had a cold face, bent down to pick up the little man in front of him who was smiling fakely, and strode in front of Zhou Chongjin.

"How's the guy?"

"It's still being rescued, it shouldn't be a big deal." Sensing the coercion coming from the opposite side, Zhou Chongjin couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for Sui Bao.

It's no wonder that the little milk dumpling was still muttering something wrong just now, it turned out that he was practicing in advance to prevent problems before they happen.

It's no wonder that Sui Bao is afraid, even if he has been working under President Ning for a few years, he doesn't dare to offend this one easily.

Ning Tingchen responded lightly, and his eyes fell on the face of the little milk group in his arms.

I don't know if I don't see this, just one glance, his heart is about to break.

In the red eyes of the old treasure, there were bright teardrops swirling, and the shouting "Dad" was even more crying.

Her little fleshy hand grabbed Ning Tingchen's collar and asked timidly, "Dad, did Sui Bao do something wrong?" ”

Ning Tingchen wanted to say no, so he listened to the little milk dumpling sobbing and continued: "I'm sorry, Sui Bao didn't mean to scare my brother......"

Before she finished speaking, the little pearl rolling in her eyes couldn't help it anymore and smashed it down.

The warm tears smashed on the clothes, but it was more like smashing into the hearts of everyone present, which was uncomfortable.

Not only Ning Ziyan, who had just arrived far away, but also the nurses waiting next to him.

No matter what the reason is, making such a cute little milk dumpling cry is his pot for being a father.

"Suibao doesn't cry, brother hugs." Ning Ziyan listened to the cry, and his heart was tightly clenched.

At the moment, he didn't care about the elders and young, so he strode over directly, planning to dig the little milk group out of the arms of his third uncle.

Who is Ke Ning Tingchen?

Aside from the iron-blooded methods in the mall and the identity of the head of the Ning family, he is also Ning Ziyan's third uncle, and he is the one who watched him grow up with a bare ass since he was a child.

Moving his eyes, he knew what he was thinking.

A poisonous hand that sideways avoided Ning Ziyan, Ning Tingchen lowered his voice and coaxed gently: "Sui Bao doesn't cry, Dad doesn't blame you, and Zhou Ying won't blame you." ”