C558 Early Maturity(2)

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, Xiaomo's face was pale and he was sweating non-stop. He held his stomach tightly with both hands. His expression was very painful. "Mummy, my... stomach hurts."

Jiajia, who was in deep sleep, was woken up. When she turned on the light, she was so scared that her soul flew away. She hurriedly found a coat for Xiaomo and hugged him without stopping, but even the nearby city hospital. Fortunately, the hospital was not too far away. Otherwise, it would not be easy to take a taxi in the middle of the night. Jiajia skillfully registered the number and directly hung up the emergency room with Xiaomo.

In the middle of the night, there were only a few people on duty. The entire hospital seemed to be empty and very quiet.

Fortunately, after half an hour, the lights went out. Xiaomo was pushed out from the inside. Jiajia hurriedly went forward and asked, "Doctor, how is my child? Is he alright?"

The middle-aged doctor Zhuang glared at her with blame. "The child just had surgery last night, right? How can you let him eat that kind of junk food? In the future, he must be banned from eating. At least half a year. Now, the child will be fine after the intravenous intravenous disinfection. "

When Jiajia heard that the doctor was fine, she relaxed slightly. "I know. I will pay attention to it in the future. Thank you, doctor!"

When the nurse on duty put the drip on Xiaomo, Jiajia went forward and sat down in front of the bed. "You are lucky that you ate that kind of unhealthy thing right after the surgery. Mummy told you why you never listened to her. The doctor said that you must stop eating for more than half a year. Don't even think about eating that in the future. " Jiajia's tone was heavier, mainly because she was worried about Xiaomo's health. He had just left the hospital and entered the hospital. Was he really going to scare her to death?

After Jiajia said that, Xiaomo's mouth curled up in grievance. Coupled with that pale little face, it was really as pitiful as it could be. "Mummy, I was wrong."

Seeing his expression, Jiajia could not bear to continue scolding. It was still a piece of flesh that fell off her body, so she did not blame him anymore. "Does it still hurt?"

Xiaomo nodded innocently. Mummy was so fierce just now. He had never seen Mummy so fierce before. He was scared to death.

Jiajia sighed softly and gently rubbed his stomach for him.

Jiajia slept with Xiaomo on the bed with her clothes closed that night.

The next morning, Jiajia brought Xiaomo home and told him not to run around at home. She wanted to do something.

Xiaomo was still a little frightened last night. He consciously sat on the sofa and watched TV. Now he did not dare to make Mummy angry.

It was rare to see Xiaomo so obedient. She nodded in satisfaction. She went to the room to change into a formal professional suit and then walked out of the house. She had to report to the company today. The company would not give her so much time. She had to go to work immediately. Otherwise, she and Xiaomo would have to go to work. She had also made arrangements for the afternoon. She had to register for Xiaomo as soon as possible. Jiajia realized that ever since she became a mother, not only did she have to be a father, but also a mother. From time to time, she had to put on a superhuman performance. It was really too troublesome. She was so tired, but she could only keep her spirits up because there was still a tough battle to fight.

However, Xiaomo, this dishonest child, really could not stay idle for even a moment. He took advantage of the moment when Jiajia walked out of the house. The rear leg. He went to the front of the home phone and dialed a number skillfully. It was Chu Moyan's. He had a genius brain who had photographic memory.

After three pouts, the other party picked up the phone. "Xiaomo?" Chu Moyan's probing voice came from the other side.

"Haha, it's me. Did Uncle Moyan miss me?" Xiaomo laughed.

"Xiaomo, did you cause trouble again and make Mummy unhappy?" One had to admit that Chu Moyan knew Xiaomo very well in this aspect. He had guessed correctly.

Xiaomo secretly muttered in his heart, How did Uncle Moyan become a god? But he still answered truthfully, "Yesterday he ate something unclean, and last night he went to the hospital and had an intravenous drip." His voice still became softer and softer as he spoke. He admired himself for eating so much in one go yesterday.

After listening to him, Chu Moyan's helpless voice came from the other end of the phone. "Xiaomo, Mummy must have a lot of things to do when we just got back. You have to listen to me. Don't let Mummy get distracted, okay?" Needless to say, this little guy must have eaten the food on the street stalls. He grew up in America and could not eat these at all. Jiajia must have been frightened last night. His progress must have sped up. He had to rush back to take care of the mother and son.

"Yes, yes, yes, I know." Xiaomo answered impatiently.

"Uncle Moyan, when are you coming back?" This was the main point of his next question.

"Uh... Uncle, I have some things to do here, so I'll come back to accompany Xiaomo, okay?" With coaxing, even the secretary beside him couldn't help but wipe away his cold sweat. When did their boss learn to abduct children like this?

Xiaomo rolled his eyes helplessly. What was there to accompany him? It was clearly him who wanted to accompany Mummy, but he still used him as an excuse. Uncle Moyan was really bad!

When Xiaomo called, the secretary was reporting some confidential information to him. Who knew that at this time, Boss's private phone rang. According to his many years of observation, his boss hated people calling him when he was busy. However, something even more shocking happened. Not only was his boss not angry, but he was also furious. Instead, he picked up the phone with a hint of joy. Moreover, on the other end of the phone, if he didn't guess wrongly, it should be a child. One should know that the boss used to be the most impatient child. How could he not be shocked? Could it be Boss's child? The secretary's imagination ran wild. When did Boss have a child? How could he not know?