C472 The Weakness of the Little Milk Bag

Yi Xiaomi felt bad when she heard the man's words. The corner of her mouth twitched violently as she struggled with all her might.

"Shang Moze, you are a sick person. Just stay there obediently. What are you going to do? Get out of here!"

Yi Xiaomi was totally convinced by this man. Did Young Master Shang really understand the situation now? He was shot, not scratched by a tree branch!

"I want to go out and build a snowman," the man said with a smile. He looked charming.

Making a snowman... The corner of Yi Xiaomi's mouth twitched. Young Master Shang, do you know how wrong it is to say these three words from your mouth?

"Shang Moze, take good care of yourself. It's so cold outside..."

"Just put on more clothes," the man said. He got off the bed and picked up the clothes that he had prepared earlier. "This is to keep warm. The north wind can't even blow in."

"But Uncle," Ling Xichen grabbed the woman's finger. "Your gunshot wound. If it worsens outside, Mommy will have to take good care of you again."

"Moreover, it's that kind of cheap labor. Oh, no, I won't even give you a salary. This is all for nothing! "

Every time Little Milk Bun said a word, Yi Xiaomi's eyes became more determined. Her son was right. This man's injury was bad for a day, and she felt guilty.

"Shang Moze, you should lie down. Little Prince Xichen and I will go out first." Yi Xiaomi bent down and picked Little Milk Bun up.

When she walked to the door, the woman stopped and looked back. "By the way, I will call a doctor to accompany you."

However, before Yi Xiaomi could step out, a warm breath came from behind her. The strong masculine breath was like a large net and lingered around her.

Turning her head in surprise, Yi Xiaomi saw that the man had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth. "Wife, how can a family reward snow without me?"

"Also, if you don't take me with you today," Shang Moze said. His long arm suddenly stretched out and snatched Little Milk Bun into his arms.

Shang Moze used one hand to pull the little devil's face. He was a little lazy. "Then your son will stay with me."

"Uncle, you are despicable!" Ling Xichen lowered his voice and was very angry.

"I also feel that I am quite despicable. But, son, you are playing with your father. The older you get, the wiser! "

"That, otherwise," Yi Xiaomi looked at the two of them, one big and one small. "Little Prince Xichen, you accompany Shang Moze. He is now a patient!"

It seemed that it was not very humane to leave Shang Moze alone in the sick house and play by himself.

What the heck, big idiot actually wants to abandon me. Thinking of this, Ling Xichen's entire body felt terrible...

"Mommy, no, I want to go out with you to play with the snow." His original intention was to make Shang Moze envious, jealous, and hate him!

Why was he left behind instead?

"Son, be good. I am still injured. Besides, it has been a long time since the two of us had a good talk." Shang Moze said with an evil smile on his face.

Brat, I will let you see what it means to steal a chicken and not eat a rice...

"Yes, yes, yes. Little Prince Xichen, you can stay here." Yi Xiaomi thought for a while and felt that it made more and more sense.

"Mommy," Ling Xichen ignored the low and charming smile by his ear and gritted his teeth. "Actually, proper exercise will help the wound recover!"

The man's eyebrows raised with a charming smile. Hehe, playing with me is still too tender!

"Really?" When Yi Xiaomi heard this, she hesitated, "But the temperature outside..."

"Mommy, really. Exercising more activities is beneficial to promote blood circulation and increase immunity. Eating well and sleeping well. My waist is no longer sore and my back is no longer painful."

Yi Xiaomi's mouth twitched as she listened to her son's long list of advertisements. What was going on with this advertisement that looked like a God Calcium film...

In the end, Yi Xiaomi was unable to convince her son and finally agreed to let Shang Moze and Little Prince Xichen go out alone.

There was a piece of silver outside, and soft white snowflakes fell from the sky. They spun, jumped, and fell. They were light and beautiful, like dancing fairies.

On the ground, many people had already come out. Although it was a hospital, the rare snow still made everyone excited.

Breathing in the fresh air, although it was a little cold, it made Young Master Shang feel comfortable.

These few days, in the ward, he was really going to suffocate to death... Finally, he had a feeling that he still had legs to regenerate...

Yi Xiaomi became even more excited and directly ran away. She occupied a place and started to build snowmen in high spirits.

Then, one big and one small opened the following conversation...

"You did it on purpose?" Young Master Shang looked at the cheerful woman and the corner of his mouth curled up. " Unfortunately, your mommy still brought me out!"

"Uncle, if it wasn't for me, would you have come out so smoothly?"

"Is that so? Actually, you don't have to help me. It's just that you have to stay with me in the ward."

"Don't be so proud of yourself. Let me tell you, Mommy won't have children with you." Ling Xichen snorted coldly. "I won't let you leave me and form a family again!"

Shang Moze was stunned when he heard Little Milk Bun's words. Then, the corners of his eyes twitched. He had only scared this little devil earlier. He didn't expect that he would remember...

"Son." Shang Moze slowly squatted down. He felt that he needed to save his future. "Did someone say something to you?"

This kid had gotten along well with him before, but now he suddenly had enmity with him...

"Yeah, your beautiful Mo told me that if you and Mommy were to be together again, you would have a younger brother and sister. He wouldn't want me anymore."

Ling Xichen was a child after all. Since he was young, his father wasn't by his side. Yi Xiaomi was relying on him all over the world.

When he thought about how his mommy wanted to abandon him, Ling Xichen panicked. He didn't want big idiot to be with his former father anymore.

He could not have a father, but he could not have big idiot.

Shang Moze's heart tightened when he saw Little Milk Bun's red eyes. He squatted down and reached out his hand to touch the little man's head.

"Son, you are a gift from the heavens to father. Why would father not want you?"

"I don't believe it." Ling Xichen reached out his hand and wiped the corner of his eye. Then he waved away the man's big hand. His young face regained its calmness.

"Dad promised you that he won't take your brother and sister anymore, okay?" Sighing, Shang Moze held the little man in his arms.

Although this child was precocious, he was still a child. Furthermore, he was not by Ling Jue's side since he was young. With this child's intelligence, he could sense that Ling Jue was not his biological father. In the end, his heart was sensitive and fragile.

Furthermore, if Ling Xichen objected, even if he and Yi Xiaomi took 99 steps, the remaining step would definitely be empty.