Chapter 1974: The difference between workaround and metamorphosis (7)

"Mum, mum." Xiaodoubao said anxiously, "Brother, brother he--"
Before the Xiaodoubao was finished, the baby had already carried the Xiaocai bag. Shui'anluo saw the blood on the forehead of the Xiaocai bag. When his legs were soft, he almost fell to the ground.
An Fengyang's legs were fast, and he greeted him in a few steps. He picked up the side dish directly and walked out, "Ya."
Qiao Yaruan didn't have much time to think about it, and he followed immediately.
Xiao Biaoer and Xiao Mianmian were still following, apparently crying.
Chu Cuiyi stretched out his hand and held his leg. The back of the hand was blue and straight, and obviously he had been restraining his emotions. Because he couldn't get up, his son was injured. The only thing he could do was not to add chaos.
Shui Anluo also went out for the first time. For a while, there were only three little girls still crying at home, and Chu Xinyi, who couldn't get out, and could not go out.
Wu Xin used to soothe the three little girls. Chu Cuiyi kept his eyes fixed on his legs.
Xin Xin looked back, her heart was astringent.
That's Chu Muyi, a godlike man.
Xiaodoubao was crying while crawling on Daddy.
Chu Cuiyi reached out and supported her small body, and Xiaodou was buried in Daddy's arms, and the small body was still shaking.
Xiao Biao always said that she was wrong, she should not push the side dishes, so he would not get on the stool, now she still has blood on her hands.
Xun Xin reached out and wiped tears for Little Bud, soothing her frightened mood.
Chu Cuiyi never spoke, just patted her daughter's back, and did not let go of her until she fell asleep.
Xi Xin coaxed the other two and put them on the sofa.
"Brother." Wu Xin whispered.
Chu Cuiyi looked up slightly and looked at the time again. "They should go to the hospital and ask how the third child is." He spoke quietly, as if he was just asking about the weather.
Xin Xin nodded, and immediately called An Fengyang.
In the hospital, Shui Anluo was still walking around the emergency room. Qiao Yaruan leaned against the wall, and the Fengfeng Station was straight, waiting for the result.
The baby said that they didn't pay attention when playing, so they knocked over the small vegetable bag, and their head was on the stool, because he didn't take good care of his brother.
But Qiao Yaruan knew that the little baby didn't say he was guarding the little ones, so many children would be out of temper with the side dishes.
An Fengyang went out to answer the phone. Qiao Yaruan went to Shui Anluo and whispered, "I'm sorry, it must be a little bit small."
"I'm sorry, the children are not important." Shui Anluo said, but did not look back. She checked when she was in the car. The wound was not shallow, but it was not serious enough to threaten her life. She only distressed her son. That's it.
Shui Anluo looked back at Qiao Yaruan. "Don't talk about her when you go back. The child was very hard to live with you. She is small, she has a good heart." Shui Anluo's comfort is not her heart, but She doesn't want to trigger another bad thing for the bad things that have happened.
Qiao Yaruan stretched her arms around her shoulders and bowed her head without speaking.
The baby also kept looking at the lights in the emergency room, and his brows were tightly frowning. If he could hold the little at first, maybe this would not happen, it was all his fault.
An Feng emerged from the hospital before he said: "In the emergency, there is no danger of life, but the forehead needs to be stitched, and the boss is fine."