Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 447 The Deep Female Sea King vs. Robot Junior 46

rescue?

Quan Jiu listened to these two words and couldn't connect them with the energetic Xiao Tuo.

Almost all the people who can enter the emergency room have half a foot in the gate of hell.

She looked away from the screen and took small steps to Xiao Tuo:

"Are you sick?"

Xiao Tuo: "...Hmm."

He was injured trying to save her, but the person involved didn't know it and asked him back with an innocent and surprised look.

Quan Jiu's eyes immediately became complicated when he looked at Xiao Tuo.

It's so pitiful to be diagnosed with a terminal illness at such a young age.

Xiao Tuo: "..."

"Stop working, sit there and have a good rest."

He was only eighteen years old and had just grown up. Quan Jiu decided to protect this little delicate flower of the motherland.

Xiao Tuo couldn't stand the pity in her eyes: "My illness has been cured."

Quan Jiu agreed unconditionally, with a little pampering:

"Okay, okay, as long as you agree."

Terminal cancer, uremia, cerebral hemorrhage, a series of disease names were already running through her mind.

In his final life, she must ignore past grudges and treat him well.

Xiao Tuo: “…”

Facts have proved that the rumors will not stop at the wise. In just one afternoon, the little breasted dumpling looked at him and something was wrong.

"Brother, do you want to eat?"

Youyou took out the lollipop that 001 bought for him.

Xiao Tuo pointed to Han Qi who was talking on the phone on the balcony:

"You call him godfather, Meng Jiang's mother, and my brother?"

Naituanzi nodded in confusion.

Is there something wrong?

Xiao Tuo raised his hand and knocked on his forehead: "No matter how big or small you are, call me uncle."

Naituanzi: "..."

He doesn't understand.

Don’t normal people want to be called younger?

After struggling for a moment, Naituanzi decided to obey his wishes:

"Uncle, eat some candy."

Just think of it as complying with his last wish.

…

Quan Jiu was still inquiring about Xiao Tuo's condition with Zhu Wei. As soon as the news was sent out, she was pulled into a discussion group.

Group name: Disease communication group.

Quan Jiu: “…”

[Zhu Wei: Welcome the goddess~]

[Song Boyang: Welcome]

[Tan Shuang: Ah ah ah ah, goddess, I’ve added you, please pass it quickly! 】

[Zhu Wei: Damn! Misstep, you thief, don’t disturb my goddess (machete)]

Due to everyone's enthusiasm, Quan Jiu had to jump out.

[Little Mengmeng: How are you?]

[Zhu Wei, Tan Shuang, Song Boyang: good, good, good, good!!]

Across the screen, Quan Jiu could picture three faces nodding their heads in greeting.

[Xiao Mengmeng: Is Xiao Tuo’s illness serious? 】

[Zhu Wei: It’s so serious that doctors can’t treat him and can only discharge him]

Quan Jiu stared at the screen, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Doctors have given up treatment, which is undoubtedly the worst case scenario.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man sitting on the sofa playing Go with Nai Tuanzi, and her heart suddenly became heavy.

"Your expression made me suspect that I was already a dead person."

When Xiao Tuo raised his head, his eyes met hers.

It was rare that Quan Jiu didn't quarrel with him: "Shall I take your pulse?"

"Do you know medical skills?" Xiao Tuo looked surprised.

Quan Jiu walked over and sat down next to him: "I know a little bit."

The woman's soft, boneless hand put on his wrist, her warm fingertips resting on the surface of his skin, and a steady stream of heat spread over him.

Xiao Tuo lowered his eyes and looked at Quan Jiu with a serious expression. The woman's skin was like cream, her red lips were moist, and she was quietly feeling his pulse.

"It's not a disease..." Quan Jiu was a little frustrated.

According to Zhu Wei, the doctors in the hospital also said that he was not sick, but he was indeed sent for rescue.

[Tan Shuang: Senior Meng, Brother Xiao is used to being arrogant. He can't stand the sympathetic looks of others. He doesn't want people to know about his illness. Please try not to mention it in front of him.]

When Quan Jiu saw this news, her right hand had not yet moved away from Xiao Tuo's wrist. She slowly stopped her hand and could only comfort her in vain:

"Just keep your mind calm, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Xiao Tuo: "...Hmm."

He's really not sick.

The Han family and the Ling family were playing games with each other, and it reached a critical moment. Han Qi was involved in affairs and had to return to the company early.

Because of the fire, he gave Quan Jiu four days of leave and asked her to have a good rest at home.

When Han Qi left, Naituanzi was still reluctant to leave, pulling on his sleeve and saying reluctantly:

"Goodbye godfather..."

He missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to please a beauty.

As soon as Han Qi left, Quan Jiu plunged into the laboratory, leaving Nai Tuanzi and Xiao Tuo staring at each other.

Xiao Tuo leaned lazily on the sofa pillow and raised his fingers at him.

In order to respect the last wishes of the dying person, Naituanzi leaned over and stuck out her butt:

"What's wrong uncle?"

Xiao Tuo got straight to the point: "Do you want Han Qi to be your stepfather?"

Nai Tuanzi kicked off her slippers, climbed onto the sofa and lay on her stomach, holding her chin in her hands:

"Is it that obvious?"

But Mommy didn’t see it.

Xiao Tuo said calmly: "A second-hand man is not worthy of your mother."

It was the first time Naitanzi heard the term "second-hand man" and she raised her eyes in confusion:

"ah?"

Because of this "your mother", he looked at Xiao Tuo more favorably.

Xiao Tuo: "A man who gets married and divorces is just worthless second-hand goods. A good woman will not want such a man."

Milk dumpling: "???"

Really?

He picked his little head.

He did mind that Han Qi was married, and Xiao Tuo's words directly aggravated his grudge.

"well……"

He sighed.

Why is it so difficult to find a good man for my mother?

Xiao Tuo stopped clicking, looked at him with a thoughtful expression, and pointed at the chessboard:

"Are you coming again?"

Nai Tuanzi sat up like a carp: "Come on!"

He thought he was already very powerful, but he didn't expect that in front of Xiao Tuo, he was just a little brother.

Two hours later.

Naituanzi knelt for sixteen rounds in a row, and his death became more and more tragic each time.

The originally energetic child lowered his head, holding the white chess piece in his hand and clenching his teeth.

"I lost again..."

Xiao Tuo: "Come again."

Playing so many games of chess with the little guy is not because he likes to bully children, but because he found that he has a high level of understanding.

On the surface, his losses became more severe each time, but in fact, his chess style had become smooth and tolerant due to his influence.

When Naitanzi played chess before, he was like a tiger descending a mountain, with great momentum and winning speed very quickly. Similarly, the disadvantages were also obvious. Once he encountered an opponent who was stronger than him, he would be at a loss.

After sixteen rounds of games, Naituanzi has learned how to make long-term plans, and has even been able to perfectly replicate the tactics he used several times before.

"Not coming."

Naituanzi pursed her lips and pushed the chess piece away willfully.

Who is not a baby? He will be incompetent and furious for a while.

Xiao Tuo didn't expect that his temper would come as soon as he said it: "I won't let you anyway."

Naituanzi's cheeks puffed up: "I don't need you to give in either."

(End of chapter)