Chapter 354: Warm treasure, I am hurting 4

The number of warmth opened slightly, and eventually did not hold back.
Qian Qianmo saw her come over, took the initiative to stand up and gave her the seat at the bedside.
The number did not look at him, sit down at the bed, and gently put the little guy into his arms, and then looked up at him coldly.
晟 千墨 understand what, in this position to feed their little daughter to drink medicine.
The room became very quiet for a while.
It is clear that there is still heavy downpour outside, but this will be quiet at the bedside, leaving only the breathing of each other.
The number of warm eyes hung, looking at his slender fingers holding a spoon, looking at the childish little hands, eyes free, fuzzy, burning.
When he finished the soup, the number of warmth finally slowly raised his head and looked at him, calm and light tone: "Don't you not know me?"
Qian Qianmo looked at her, her eyes were quiet and she did not speak.
"Don't you know who I am?"
He looked at him warmly and smiled softly: "Speak."
Qian Qianmo looked at her and finally slowly squinted her eyes and whispered: "In the middle of the night, you are holding a child and it is not safe."
The number of warmth took a deep breath, and the eyes were red again, one word at a time: "You mean, you just kindly help me?"
晟 Thousands of ink noodles hanged down invisibly and nodded.
The number of people stared at him silently for a moment, turned to look at the ground, the sound was light, the three words spit out from the mouth were cold and radiant: "Go and roll."
Qian Qianmo wants to play her as a monkey, but she is not willing to cooperate.
He can speak.
He can clearly speak.
No matter what kind of hardship, he can talk to her.
He looked at her eyes, he took her hand, he said that waiting for him for a while, he was more than her eager to open the door of the hospital, he carefully and hurriedly fed the childish medicine...
晟 Thousands of ink, I am not blind!
......
But he still said that he did not know her.
The number of warmth is a proud person, why bother to let himself lie in front of him...
And her chilling is that since he did not intend to recognize her, why should she appear again in front of her and do these things...
It will only make her more chilling.
But her voice just fell, and the little guy in her arms moved her little finger and slowly opened her eyes.
The childish cockroach opened his eyes, his eyes were wet, and he looked at the person sitting in front of him with a confused look.
Qingzhi seems to think that he is dreaming, stretch out his little fingers, and slowly extend a little.
Thousands of inks did not move.
Until a childish soft little hand gently hooked one of his fingers. The little guy clutched his hand and grabbed it softly.
Then he looked at him innocently.
The eyes are clean and covered with a thin mist.
The small mouth is also red, and it is still weak in illness.
But I know that I have to hold on to him.
The number of warmth does not start at the beginning, slightly closes the stinging eyes, restrains the sound line of his own unstable atmosphere, so calmly whispered: "Childish, let go."
The child was unclear and looked up from the warm arms and looked at the number of warmth. The number of warmth did not look at her. Hesitated and hesitated. If he chose to listen to a few warm words, he reluctantly took back his little hand and his eyes were watery. Looking at the man by the bed.
In the cognition of the young child, the gentle uncle said before he left, but he appeared now, he appeared in front of the child, that is, will not go any further.
But the number does not like this uncle.
What, what to do.