When Fang Wen arrived home, Mao Xinyou was standing in the courtyard holding the child.

"What are you doing standing here? Why don't you go into the house?" he asked.

He has returned to normal, but she has not yet recovered from his strangeness.

She looked longingly towards the door of the house and replied angrily: "Cool!"

He didn't bother her, but she got angry first.

Fang Wen peeked at her, took off his thin coat, and wrapped it around Mao Jingchen.

"You are cool, is my son cold?"

He complained and took the child, hugging the small body to his chest.

"She has a cold face! She is a bad mother, is she her son?"

When facing his wife and children, no matter what he said or what his tone was, every expression and movement he made was filled with strong love.

In late spring and early summer, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and coupled with the wind at night, it is indeed a bit cool.

He could always grasp the key points and make her admit her guilt, leaving her with nothing to say in defense.

Mao Xinyou tucked the baby's coat and raised her eyes to look at him.

"Give me the child, and you can go into the house! I'm waiting for grandpa and grandpa here!"

"You still let my son suffer the cold with you! He hasn't come back yet? The two old men must have gone for a walk!"

He freed up his hand and prepared to call his father.

"I made the call. Dad said he would be back soon!"

"Then why are you in a hurry?" He said, "Go in and wait!"

She sighed and looked at her son.

"You try to carry him in? Will he let you?"

"Who wouldn't let me?" he asked.

"It's your son! Who did you learn it from? It only takes a few months!"

He rolled his eyes and punched her forehead with his fingertips.

"Learned it from my mother!"

He didn't believe it and walked toward the house.

Sure enough, before he stepped through the door, Mao Jingchen knew that he was twisting his little body in his father's arms, feeling uncomfortable.

Fang Wen patted and coaxed him, but he didn't stop him from crying.

"Hey!" He turned back to the yard, and the child immediately stopped talking with satisfaction. "You brat, you've grown up!"

He tried it twice in a row with the same result.

"Is the yard different from the house?" He lowered his head and scolded slightly. "Move the crib out and you can sleep in the yard tonight!"

The little kid didn't understand either. He raised his little head and grinned at his father.

"You still have the nerve to laugh? Think carefully about whether this is the right thing to do!"

"Ohhh...ahhh..."

The father and son were chatting here, and the two old men over there were also back.

Mao Xinyou went up to greet him and saw that his father was dressed formally and was not in the right mood. It didn't look like he was going for a walk at all.

"Dad, where have you been?"

Luo Minzhi didn't say anything. Fang Qinglin, who had been mumbling all the way, was still saying: "Lao Luo, I said you are quite stupid! Why did you go to the police station to vent your anger on your own child?"

"Police station?" She was stunned.

Fang Wen also came over with his child in his arms.

"Isn't that true? If I hadn't pulled him back, he would have gone in!" Fang Qinglin didn't know the inside story, so he followed his guess. "Lao Luo, it's unfair for everyone to have filial parents! Let's not bother the police with these trivial matters. It’s just a matter of going in! Xinyou’s brother felt even more embarrassed. In the end, the small conflict turned into a big one, wasn’t it? The internal conflicts were digested internally! Xinyou, Fang Wen, please advise!”

"Thank you, Dad!" she said.

"My family, how can I say thank you?"

Fang Qinglin waved his hand and went back to the house.

Luo Minzhi and Mao Xinyou were silent, and Fang Wen handed the child to his wife.

"Dad, you have me and your daughter, what are you worried about? You just need to live here, take a walk when it's time, exercise when it's time, don't think about anything, leave the rest to us! Trust me, nothing will happen!"

Fang Wen's statement made Mao Xinyou feel grateful. He would never back down for her.

"Hey!" Luo Minzhi sighed.

"Go back, Dad!" she said.

Several people walked into the house. The couple was worried, but as soon as they entered the house, the child became emotional again.

But strangely, Mao Jingchen was lying on his mother's chest, obediently.

"It turns out the baby is waiting for grandpa!" she said with a smile.

"Yeah!" Fang Wen agreed. "If grandpa doesn't come back, he won't come into the house!"

"Really Jingchen?" Luo Minzhi caressed his grandson and smiled. "Grandpa went for a walk with grandpa!"

In fact, how could he abandon his daughter and grandson?

...

At the Sixth Hospital of the City, Li Xiangxiang eagerly opened the ward door and shouted to the bodyguard: "It's not good, Miss Zhang has a rash all over her body and can't breathe. Call the doctor quickly!"

"No way?" A bodyguard poked his head and took a look.

Zhang Ruqing fell on the sofa in the living room, looking very painful.

The other bodyguard was afraid that something might happen, so he called the doctor. "You watch, I'll call him!"

After a while, the doctor on duty arrived to diagnose Zhang Ruqing.

"I have urticaria all over my body, like an allergy!" the doctor asked Li Xiangxiang. "What has the patient eaten?"

"No, just eat normally!"

"I... have trouble breathing!" Zhang Ruqing gasped for air.

The director was off work, and the doctor was the doctor on duty after all. After careful palpation and auscultation, the cause of the disease was not clear.

"The respiratory tract is a bit swollen and the heartbeat is too fast. First, transfer to the respiratory department. I will contact the cardiac surgery department for consultation!"

The doctor called the nurse in, and together they lifted Zhang Ruqing, who was in great pain, to the hospital bed.

The nurse pushed me downstairs for further examination.

Zhang Ruqing had already put on the prosthesis, and Li Xiangxiang was also carrying a prepared small bag.

Passing the face recognition exit also means that Zhang Ruqing finally escaped from the strict management of the psychiatric department.

Arrangements were made outside, and without much effort and time, Zhang Ruqing walked out of the hospital building with the support of Li Xiangxiang. It was a world of freedom that he had not seen for a long time.

She stopped, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm out! Are you ready?"

Zhang Ruqing murmured to himself and opened his eyes. His sparkling fierceness really shocked the woman next to him.

"Let's go... let's go, Miss Zhang!"

Li Xiangxiang helped her walk to the parking lot, thinking to herself...

When they arrived, Sun Chuangui drove the car out of the hospital.

Zhang Ruqing sat in the back seat, and Li Xiangxiang sat in the passenger seat, peeking at the man driving from time to time.

Sun Chuangui was afraid that the woman behind him would notice something, so he warned Li Xiangxiang to stay calm with his eyes.

But it stands to reason that Zhang Ruqing should have discovered something. However, she was facing the window at this time, immersed in her imagination about the future.

More importantly, she also has to deal with the people waiting not far away.

There was a car with double flashes parked on the roadside, and Sun Chuangui pulled over and parked behind it.

Qin Shili and his secretary Qian Jingxian got out of the car in front and opened the door.

"Oh, I'm so allergic, thank you for your hard work, Qingqing!"

Zhang Ruqing put on sunglasses to cover the red spots on her face.

She never touches mangoes, she will act like this when she touches them.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your help!" she said leisurely.

"You told me earlier, wouldn't you have been able to escape earlier?" He paused and asked directly. "Qingqing, password disk?"

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise! I wonder where Mr. Qin is?"
To be continued...