Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Just when he was getting restless, he suddenly felt a warm and soft touch on the back of his hand.

I saw the little girl who called Ge Guo squatting on the chair with her bare feet, stretched out her fist-sized hand, and touched the wound on the back of his hand.

He didn't say anything.

The little girl had imitated the sound of 'hissing' and gasping in pain, as if she was the injured one.

His little body trembled, then he turned around, raised his head, looked at him, and said urgently, "Blood..."

"Dad, blood..."

"Blood, blood, pain."

Li Beijue's irritable mood was suddenly shattered by her. He pursed his thin lips into a straight line, then put her back on the hospital bed, stood up, and leaned over, "It doesn't hurt, Nono, be good, sleep for a while."

"Dad...it hurts..."

Nuonuo disobeyed and stood up to chase him.

Li Beijue was so frightened that he quickly grabbed her and pressed the bedside bell.

Soon, the nurse and Huo Yi came in.

Li Beijue had a straight face and glanced at the nurse sternly, "Take care of her. If you can't take care of her, go back and eat yourself!"

So angry.

The nurse shuddered and became very nervous, "Don't worry, Mr. Li, I have taken good care of Miss Nono."

After saying that, she walked over quickly, hugged Nono for help, and comforted her softly, "Nono, be good, we are still infusion now, don't move around, otherwise your hands will bleed and hurt. Nono doesn't like pain. Okay, let's lie down and let Auntie read you a storybook, okay?"

She coaxed her gently and put Nono on the bed.

As a result, the little girl, who has always been well-behaved and easy to take care of, was particularly uncooperative today. She struggled to run away as soon as she kicked off her feet, and kept shouting in her little pink mouth, "Eight... dad... hands... bloody... …”

"Dad...just..."

She was only one year old, and her speech was at the stage where she was jumping out word by word. When I get anxious, my articulation becomes unclear.

A good father, one moment becomes one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eight, and the next moment, he becomes a striker.

Occasionally there are one or two right ones caught in the middle.

It sounds like Martian language, with a milky sound.

"Dad...hand...blood." She seemed to be particularly concerned about Li Beijue's bleeding hand. She refused to listen to the nurse and kept struggling on the bed, trying to run to Li Beijue, while hurriedly turning around and shouting, "Put...snow..."

Huo Yi couldn't stand it any longer. He felt sorry for the young lady's understanding, but walked up to Li Beijue and reminded him in a low voice, "Sir, do you want to take care of the injury on your hand?"

He knew the injury on his hand, and Li Beijue originally didn't want to take care of it, but when he saw the little girl insisting and yelling anxiously, he frowned and relaxed, "Let the nurse come."

Seeing that he was finally willing to treat the wound, Huo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that he would regret it, so he hurried to find a nurse.

Soon, the nurse came over with a simple disinfectant bandage. Seeing Li Beijue standing there, he hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage to speak, "Young Master Li, it's not convenient for me to treat your wound while you are standing. Can you sit on the chair next to you?"

trouble!

Li Beijue was extremely impatient. When he saw Nono on the hospital bed, he endured it. He walked to the chair and sat down, extending his hand.

The little nurse squatted down opposite him. When she saw the back of his injured hand clearly, she raised her head in surprise. When she came into close contact with that noble and handsome face, the tips of her ears turned red again, and she buried her head like a thief. head.