1.5 Million Dollar Child Custody Contract

  Dong Jiachang felt a little sorry, and comforted her a few words: "Xiaoxuan, you go back first, Auntie will come to see you later."

  Zhao Xiaoxuan nodded, and took a last look at Leng Yunlin. He still looked calm, so she had no choice but to turn her head and leave.

  Dong Jiachang watched her turn around, and the smile on her face gradually faded. Turning around, when he was about to reprimand Leng Yunlin, he had already stood up, and said indifferently: "I'm going up to rest."

   "Wait a minute!" How could Dong Jiachang endure his negligent attitude? However, Leng Yunlin's indifference made her unable to vent her anger.

   "Your dad will come back tomorrow, stay at home for me!"

  He didn't answer, nor paid attention to her. He just came to the door. After a long time, he heard the sound of the door closing.

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   Early the next morning.

  After a busy night, Mu Qingyu finally stayed by Mu Shangen's bed to take a nap when it was almost morning.

  As for Li Xiaoran, he has already gone home at night—there is only one person to accompany him in the hospital, this is the rule.

  The first ray of sunlight in the morning woke up the exhausted Mu Qingyu.

   "Enen, are you okay?"

"Mother."

   Mu Shangen has woken up. The sudden convulsions and suffocation last night were not a big deal, but localized convulsions caused by insufficient blood supply to the heart. After emergency rescue last night, there is no problem now.

  His small hand was holding onto Mu Qingyu's fingers, his pale face was still bloodless, and his big and black eyes looked lifeless.

"how do you feel?"

   "Hmm. Mom, itchy—" He tried to move his body, trying to scratch the itch on his back, but he didn't expect his arm to hurt when he just moved.

  Mu Qingyu hurriedly stabilized him, and then scratched him: "Is it here?"

   "Hehe~itch~~" Mu Shangen smiled, and this smile made his little face look a little more energetic.

   "Qingyu, I bought breakfast." Li Xiaoran entered the door, raising the breakfast in his hand. Seeing Mu Shangen's big eyes, he was also pleasantly surprised: "Enen, are you awake?"

   "Uncle Li~" Mu Shangen's voice was a bit waxy due to physical fatigue. But although he was pale, he was in good spirits.

   "Enen, is there anything uncomfortable?" Li Xiaoran walked in and put the breakfast aside.

   "No more." Mu Shangen shook his head, Mu Qingyu helped him roll up the crib, and stuffed a pillow behind his back so that he could sit more comfortably.

   "Enen, do you want to eat something?"

   Mu Shangen shook his head: "Mom, I want to eat the food you cooked for me."

  Mu Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, okay, mom will make it for you when I get home."

   While talking, doctors and nurses came in to examine Mu Shangen.

  Mu Qingyu and Li Xiaoran immediately got up and greeted them.

   "Doctor, how is it?"

   "There is basically nothing serious this time! But now the child's condition is gradually deteriorating, and the same sentence, I advise you to make a decision to have an operation on the child, and don't delay the opportunity!"

  The doctor took off the stethoscope and explained after listening.

   "En! Got it! Thank you, thank you doctor!"