Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Zhuo Shu was silent, pursed his thin lips, reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"It'll be fine." Zhuo Shu said in a deep voice.

Yao Rong's hands were trembling, and she grabbed his shirt hard and asked, "What's wrong with him, baby?"

After finally giving birth to a son, for his safety, she gave it to Zhuo Dongyang and asked him to take him back to the Zhuo family compound, but she didn't expect that she didn't know what happened.

"There is danger." Zhuo Shuo looked at her condition and knew that he could no longer hide it.

Yao Rong almost fainted when he heard this. He looked up at him and asked, "What on earth is going on?"

"The physical examination did not detect it. As he grew up, it was found that he inhaled a large amount of venom in his mother's womb, which caused blood vessels to become blocked and required chemotherapy." Zhuo Shu said.

The blood vessel blockage was already serious, but luckily I was there.

"Go back to Zhuo's house, I want to go back to Zhuo's house." Yao Rong couldn't control his emotions.

Zhuo Shu watched her turn around and run onto the plane without changing into her pajamas. He turned around and explained the matter to the bodyguard before turning around and getting on the plane.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Yao Rong bit his fingertips and said to Zhuo Shu.

The helicopter left City S and went straight to the Zhuo family compound. Every minute was torture for Yao Rong.

"Don't worry, it will be fine." Zhuo Shu said. Yao Rong huddled into a ball, nodded frequently, like a helpless child, and said, "Yeah."

The plane descended. Yao Rong didn't wait for the plane to stop, jumped down from it, fell to the ground, got up and ran forward, and saw servants coming and going.

"Where is the young master?" Yao Rong turned around and stood in front of them and asked.

They looked at Yao Rong and said in surprise: "Young lady?"

Yao Rong looked like a madman, his hair was messy, his nightgown was messy, and it was covered with mud.

"That wing over there." The servant pointed to the front and said. Yao Rong turned around, rushed over, and pushed the door open.

Luxurious bedroom, magnificently decorated.

A soft little bed with simple furnishings. A child was lying on the bed. His face was plump and tender, but his face was yellow, as if he was malnourished. His eyelashes moved and he opened his eyes.

"Baby." Yao Rong stepped forward and covered his mouth.

I saw an intravenous drip hanging next to the bed, and a needle was inserted into the back of the child's hand, which was being infused.

"Hmm." When the child saw Yao Rong, he moved and raised his finger to point. It was obviously in pain, but he couldn't speak or express.

"It's okay, mom is here." Yao Rong reached out and picked him up.

The child blinked and just stared at her, feeling that Yao Rong was familiar yet strange.

"Be good, it's okay, dad said it will be okay." Yao Rong said, watching the child purse his lips, his black eyes blinked, tears dripping out.

But although he shed tears, he did not cry. He raised his little hands, lowered his head, and breathed twice.

"Huhu" Yao Rong saw this and imitated him, blowing a few times on the back of his hand where the needle was inserted, and hugged him tightly.

Zhuo Shu followed behind and saw Yao Rong's figure. He turned around and stood there silently and walked out.

"Pa" Zhuo Shu was a little depressed, lit a cigarette and smoked to vent his emotions.

"Ring" The phone vibrated. Zhuo Shuo looked at the incoming call and said in a deep voice: "Cold."

"How is the situation? I have arranged to ask for water to return and will arrive in about an hour." Xiao Mohan's magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Han, thank you." Zhuo Shuo was a little surprised. He didn't know how Xiao Mohan heard the news.

"Speak directly if you have something to say. There is no need to hide it. Children are very important." Xiao Mohan said. Zhuo Shu didn't want Xiao Mohan to be distracted, so he didn't tell him about it.