Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Wenshui turned around, fell to the side, stretched out his long legs and rubbed his temples.

Everyone rushed in, but Mr. Zhuo stood aside, looked at Wenshui and said, "How is Yao Rong? Is she... okay?"

"Why didn't you ask how the child was doing?" Wenshui felt strange and looked at Mr. Zhuo and said.

Mr. Zhuo pursed his lips, but his old face was full of guilt, and whispered: "Yao Rong is a poor child. In just one year, she lost her parents and her mother, and she still has Yao Shengming. If she has three advantages and two disadvantages, I will I can’t explain it to the Yao family.”

"Very good." Wenshui stood up, stretched out his arms to hug Mr. Zhuo, and said to him respectfully, "Grandpa Zhuo has always had a good taste."

Wenshui said "very good" two times in a row, but Zhuo Lao was so excited that tears filled his eyes. He choked and nodded, and said with red eyes: "That's good, that's good."

In the big bedroom, Yao Rong was lying on the bed, and she stretched out her hand weakly.

"My child, my child." Yao Rong was about to get up, but was held on by Zhuo Shu. He whispered to her: "You just had an operation and are weak. Please rest first."

Yao Rong turned to look at Zhuo Shu, his eyes full of confusion and said, "Zhuo Shu, why don't you let me hold him?"

She looked at everyone and saw everyone standing beside the bed. Her voice was choked and she said, "Where is the child? I just want to hug him. I just want to hug him."

"I don't care what happened to him, I just want to hold him." Yao Rong whispered, a little emotional, crying: "Even if he is stillborn, he is my child."

Thinking that she had been pregnant for so long, even though she was now weak and had to give birth prematurely, she had nothing to fear even if it was a stillbirth. Even if it was a stillbirth, it was still her child.

"Hmm." Gu Chuyan listened. She blinked her almond-shaped eyes, forced her tears back, turned and walked aside.

On the sheets in front of the table, I saw the child with his eyes tightly closed, no breathing or heartbeat, his skin was as dark as charcoal, and the skin all over his body was caused by ingesting toxins.

"Aunty, give me a hug." Gu Chuyan said, reaching out to pick up the child, walked to the bed, and handed him to Yao Rong.

Yao Rong held the child in his arms with trembling hands and saw that his skin was dark and he looked like he had been poisoned and died, especially his lips were purple.

"How could it be like this?" Yao Rong whispered, reaching out to touch his small face and body. Her hands were pressed against his body, but there was no heartbeat.

Her voice was choked. She wanted to cry but didn't dare. She pursed her lips and choked.

"Wenshui said that you took in a lot of poison in your body, but he helped suck it out, so your skin looks like it was poisoned. But Wenshui just soaked him with potion," Gu Chuyan said.

"But it doesn't seem to have much effect." Gu Chuyan whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch Yao Rong's arm, and said softly: "You have to believe that nothing will happen, let me ask for water and try again later. ”

"Wow." Although Yao Rong was holding back her emotions, when she heard that the child had sucked away the poison for her, Yao Rong couldn't help crying anymore.

She lay on Gu Chuyan's shoulder, biting Gu Chuyan, sobbing continuously, her body trembling, and she was extremely emotional.

"We must save him. He is still so young. If he really leaves, how will he take care of himself?" Yao Rong hugged the child tightly and whispered.

Gu Chuyan hugged her and let Yao Rong bite her shoulder, but said with a smile: "You are here, don't be afraid."

"Yes." Yao Rong was nestling in Gu Chuyan's arms like a child at this moment.