Tang Buhua actually felt a little worried, and of course she heard Chen Jiayin's bad tone.

But when I think about it again, no matter how much Chen Jiayin calculates, it is just a matter of design drawings.

Is it because my own competition results are not good, or... the design drawings are not up to standard?

Even if it was all this, Tang Buhuai felt that this would not affect anything at all. If the drawings were not good, she would just draw them again.

So, when Tang Buhua thought about this, he felt that it didn't matter. Here... Of course, Murong Duoduo's affairs are more important.

Tang Buhua hung up the phone and entered the ward carefully.

Murong Duoduo lay on the bed, sleeping a little restlessly, gently frowned her small eyebrows like willow leaves, as if she was very nervous.

Tang Buhua subconsciously reached out his hand and gently held Murong Duoduo's small hand outside.

Duoduo is different from her...

Her childhood was in chaos...

When I was a child, I was kept at home by Tang Buhuai, facing the cold nanny every day, and then I was caught by that person and locked up for a long time.

Then……

Until now...

It’s not like she had a dark childhood. She is much happier than many truly pitiful children, but...

Murong Duoduo is not like her. Xiao Duoduo is a real person as her name suggests. Flowers that have grown in greenhouses since childhood.

However, this is true. The purer and fragile it is, the more people want to protect her well and cannot stand her a little hurt.

Fortunately, nothing big happened this time, otherwise she would have been frightened.

Murong Duoduo is a child who is loved by the whole family. Those who dare to treat her like this will never have a good ending.

"It hurts...well, it hurts..." Murong Duoduo snorted lightly, and his body shrank slightly.

"It hurts? Duoduo, what's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Tang Buhua heard Murong Duoduo's cry of pain, clenched her little hand, and leaned closer to look at her face.

"Um... no." Murong Duoduo subconsciously shrank his feet.

Fortunately, her little move was hidden in the quilt, and Tang Buhua didn't see it, otherwise... the little secret on her feet would not be preserved.

Murong Duoduo slept uneasy for a while, and gradually, his breathing became stable again.

The sound of opening the door came from the door.

"Candy, Duoduo, how is Duoduo?" As soon as Mu Yutian came in, she saw Murong Duoduo lying peacefully on the bed. A big stone in her heart fell to the ground. She couldn't help but feel a little sad. She still felt sorry for her daughter.

"Aunt, Duoduo is fine, and there is no problem in checking." Tang Buhua stepped forward and grabbed Mu Yutian to Murong Duoduo's bedside, lowering his voice a little.

"Well, good boy." Mu Yutian nodded gently and touched Tang Buhuai's little face.

Although the two of them lowered their voices and spoke, they still woke up Murong Duoduo, who was sleeping uneasyly.

"Well... um..." Murong Duoduo woke up slightly, and she slowly opened her confused big eyes.

"Mommy..." Murong Duoduo saw Mu Yutian's figure hazy, and then his eyes finally focused and accurately saw his mother's appearance.

"Baby." Mu Yutian went over, reached out to hug Murong Duoduo's body, lowered her head, and gently kissed the little girl's temples.
Chapter completed!