Chapter 222 Dad loves mom very much

Su Yanhe was a little panicked for a moment.

However, she quickly adjusted and bit Sang He directly: "Don't say anything here. If you didn't take good care of Mianmian, could Mianmian be lying here until now?"

Sang He felt very guilty about Mianmian's kidnapped.

In addition, she was too lazy to argue with Su Yanhe in the ward, so she did not continue this topic.

He just said lightly: "The appraisal results will come out tomorrow, and the truth will be revealed by then."

"Ms. Su," Sang He raised his eyes and looked at Su Yanhe, his voice as if it was covered with ice, "I hope you will be as arrogant as you are now."

After saying that, Sang He remembered something again, and "good intention" reminded him: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that if the malicious forgery of proof is serious, he will go to jail."

Su Yanhe was immediately as if Sang He had said it.

She just wanted to have a child with her husband and didn't want to go to jail.

However, Miss Tang said that she would not move, and the rest would be solved.

Hearing Sang He's inner thoughts, Mianmian also understood that Sang He was not blaming her anymore, and even stuck out his tongue at Sang He mischievously.

Luo Wenmo lowered his head and rubbed Mianmian's head, and said in a warm voice: "You're so hungry, Dad, go buy you some delicious food."

He was obviously tied up and was frightened and hospitalized, but he actually comforted her in turn.

Hearing this, Luo Wenmo reached out and tapped Mianmian's forehead gently: "You are the ones who are smart."

"Mianmian is fine." Mianmian continued with her little breasts.

Xiao Tuanzi pursed: "Mianmian likes to stay in variety shows with her mother, and she also likes to play with those friends. Mianmian doesn't want to stay in the hospital."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

He nodded with satisfaction and said obediently: "Okay, I love your mother."

Sanghe was particularly surprised: "Mianmian!"

You can play happily in variety shows, and you can only lie in bed in the hospital.

The little hand subconsciously grabbed Sang He's hand.

Knowing that Su Yanhe and his wife were not here to pick them up, Mianmian's face smiled again, and her hanging heart finally fell down.

Before Su Yanhe could speak, Sanghe spoke confidently and said, "No, I just come and see you."

I was so happy to get this reply.

Mianmian reacted first, reached out and pulled Luo Wenmo's clothes, recalling his thoughts: "Dad, mom asks you to have a meal."

Mianmian smiled sweetly, wanting to say something, but from the corner of her eyes he caught a glimpse of Su Yanhe and his wife standing at the end of the bed.

Sang He rubbed Mianmian's head softly: "Silly child."

But what she didn't know was that Tang Xinyao's so-called handling was to find someone to tie Mianmian, but the matter had failed.

Upon hearing this, Sang He's heart seemed to be held by a pair of big hands, making her breathless for a moment.

Luo Wenmo didn't expect Sang He to say such words on his own initiative, and was stunned for a moment.

Sang He realized something, raised his eyebrows and looked down at Xiaotuanzi.

And the disinfectant smells really bad.

After Luo Wenmo left, Sang He told Mianmian a story.

Sang He's nose felt sour, and his heart was particularly touched.

Although she didn't know what happened later, she knew that the person who grabbed her was very strong. If her mother snatched her from that person, she would definitely be injured.

This little dumpling is sometimes so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

The idle people finally left, and the real family of three got along even more harmoniously.

"Mom... are they here to pick Mianmian away?" Mianmian asked in a low voice.

"You eat too." Sang He suddenly spoke.

She didn't want to see her mother hurt.

At the same time, Luo Wenmo placed the bed on the table and then placed the things he bought one by one.

The sweet little tits sounded: "Mom, Mianmian is fine, don't worry Mianmian."

"By the way, mom, are you injured?" Mianmian looked at Sang He with concern suddenly.

Mianmian raised her back along Luo Wenmo's strong head, and the smile on her face became even more intense.

"Okay, mom knows that Mianmian is the strongest." Sang He said with a smile.

It was not until Luo Wenmo came back again that Sang He stopped, "It's time to have a meal."

But for her, Mianmian's body is still the most important thing.

Mianmian also saw it.

Sang He was about to feed Mianmian food, but he was stunned when he looked at the things on the table.

He was obviously just a four-year-old little dumpling.

The family of three finished their meal soon.

Luo Wenmo hurriedly looked over.

Seeing the deep worry in Sang He's eyes, Mianmian raised her fleshy little hand and patted Sang He's back of his hand seriously.

"Your body has not been completely recovered yet, let's talk about it later." Sang He said while covering Mianmian with a quilt.

"Mom..." Mianmian woke up slowly, and when she saw Sang He's worried face, she tugged and smiled. Xiao Tuanzi burst into tears with joy, "Mianmian thought she would never see her mother in this life."

"I'll ask the doctor later, and I'll be discharged from the hospital if the doctor agrees," Sanghe didn't insist on his opinion. "Now you have to have a good rest."

"I heard it." Luo Wenmo came to his senses and chuckled.

Sang He nodded with a smile.

Mianmian lay obediently on the bed and blinked her black eyes at Sang He.

Not long after I sat down, the long, dense eyelashes on the little man on the bed trembled.

Now she can only pray that Tang Xinyao can handle this matter well.

She slowed down for a while and said, "Mom is fine. Mom is very good. It was the old lady you helped to save you."

"Then Mianmian is discharged from the hospital and I will go to thank the old lady." Mianmian said thoughtfully.

"Dad loves mom very much," Mianmian said suddenly, with her big black eyes tilted with her head and black eyes. "It was said that she bought food for Mianmian, but the ones she bought were all the food her mother liked."

After Luo Wenmo finished packing up his things, Sang He was thinking about letting Mianmian sleep for a while, but Mianmian grabbed the quilt and asked in a low voice: "Mom, when will we go back to record the show?"

Sang He expressed his understanding of this.

Without wanting to continue talking to Su Yanhe, Sanghe turned his head and sat on the edge of the bed, continuing to guard Mianmian.

[When is this stupid child? I still care about me.]

The smile on the porcelain doll-like face disappeared immediately.

But Sang He couldn't say a word.

"Thank you, Dad." Mianmian said in a silence.

It seemed particularly unnecessary for Su Yanhe and his wife to stand here at this time.

[I haven't found this little dumpling to talk so much before.]

【That's what I want to go back?】

After a few words awkwardly, Su Yanhe and his wife left the ward.

After saying that, he sat up with Mianmian.

【Slutty.】

Sang He's voice in his heart is clearly doting.

Mianmian chuckled.

It turns out that my mother would be embarrassed.
Chapter completed!