Chapter 1641: The disease of side dishes (five)

"Do you mean, my son, have a mental illness?" This answer, Chu Cuiyi was a little unacceptable.
"Yeah, yeah, your son is mentally ill, are you satisfied?" Shui Anluo said angrily.
Chu Niyi held both hands on the steering wheel, as if digesting the news.
Shui Anluo patted him on the arm again, "You drive."
Chu Cuiyi returned to his mind and hurriedly hurried to drive to the airport.
"No, why does my son have this kind of disease?" Chu Cui's brows frowned even more and more. The key is that Xiao Cai Bao was not harmed by anyone. He was born, born, and did not trust anyone.
Shui Anluo leaned on the back of the chair and squeezed his forehead with one hand. "I have carefully guarded him for the past two years, and it was so difficult for him to trust me. I also want to know how my son got this. disease."
When they rushed to the hospital, it was already the evening of the next day, and the small vegetable bag was still dripping. The little hand seemed to have been pierced several times.
Shui Anluo ran to the bed, and Xiaocaibao cried when she saw her crying hysterically.
Shui Anluo hugged him carefully and lowered his head to kiss his little head: "Mummy is back, Mummy is back."
Chu Mobai looked at them, and then signaled Chu Niyi to go out.
"What's wrong with the vegetable dish? Last night, I cried and did not let the doctor touch it. I felt dizzy and helped him to hang on." Chu Mobai frowned.
What's going on, what's going on without trusting the doctor.
"It's okay, it's too small, so I'm afraid." Chu Cuiyi said, he couldn't say that his son was sick. "You and my mother go back first, we'll watch at the hospital."
The Xiaocaibao stopped crying until he twitched, but his little hand kept holding Shui'anluo's clothing corner.
He Xiaoran and Chu Mobai were sent away. Chu Cunyi went back to the ward and sat down beside the bed. Xiaocaibao watched him defensively, and his feet kicked him and motioned him away.
Chu Cuiyi reached out and held his little feet.
"Well, mommy." Xiaocaibao was about to cry. Why did Daddy hold his feet?
Chu Cunyi let go of his little feet, and the vegetable bag was immediately collected, covered with a quilt, worried that he might be held by Daddy again.
He used to think that this was his son's pride, but now, it feels so special.
Shui Anluo helped him cover his little feet, looked down at his chubby little hand, bowed his head and kissed him, "Does your stomach hurt?"
Xiao Caibao shook his head and whispered, "My hand hurts."
"Mummy blows," Shui Anluo whispered, and kissed him again.
"Follow Daddy, will Mommy help you buy food?" Shui Anluo asked.
"No, don't, don't." Xiao Caibao struggled to hug Mommy tightly.
Shui Anluo looked down at the side dish, "Let Dad be with you, okay, Dad brought you fun toys, and your favorite apad. Would you like to play with Dad? hungry."
"Daddy." Xiaocaibao muttered his mouth, meaning, let Daddy go to buy something, and Mummy accompanied me.
Chu Cuiyi took a deep breath, but before he fully accepted his son's condition, he reached out and touched his son's small head. "Let's go, stay with him."
Xiaocaibao turned around with big eyes. Today Daddy did not say that he was not a man, nor did he murder him?
Strange, is there a conspiracy?