Chapter 682: To embrace
With Li Jian’s upright character, it was impossible for him to let Bo Yanqing do what he did, let alone under his nose.
Yes!
Go tell Li Jian!
However, as soon as Yi Qinghuan turned around, he looked up and saw Yan Chi smoking under the light at the door of the police station.
He stood on the steps, squinting his eyes and looking at her with a half-smile.
Yi Qinghuan suddenly felt forced to be discouraged.
On the other side, Bo Yanqing returned to Feng Sheng. He didn't even let Yan Chi's shoes into the house. He went in barefoot to put on slippers. He hurriedly packed a few sets of necessary clothes and wore his own shoes when leaving. Yan Chi took the pair downstairs and threw them away in the trash can.
Before driving, he swiped a few times on his phone and ordered a pair of leather shoes to be delivered to Yan Chi tomorrow.
When he returned to the hospital, Nan Jiaojiao and Qian Qian were sleeping soundly.
Bo Yanqing didn't turn on the light, put down her things gently, poured a glass of water, asked the nurse for a quilt, and planned to spend the night on the sofa.
He was a light sleeper, and when he heard the sound of turning over in the middle of the night, Bo Yanqing woke up immediately.
Nan Jiaojiao was fine. Sissi was hiding in the quilt and crying. She didn’t know whether she was awake or not with her eyes closed.
Bo Yanqing lifted up the quilt and lay down in it, held Sissi in her arms, patted the little one's face, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
Sissi lifted the quilt She glanced at him and closed her eyes again, tears streaming down her face.
"Uncle, my stomach hurts."
Bo Yan memorized all the things he should pay attention to after gastric lavage early in the morning, but he still called Xu Shu to ask a few questions, and then wrapped Qian in his coat. Akane, get out of bed and look for medicine.
The little guy couldn't put it down, so he had to hold it in his arms, pick up the pills with one hand, pour water with one hand, then carry him back to the bed, break the pills into several small pieces, and feed them to her. .
You can't rub your belly hard at this time. The strength of Bo Yanqing's hand gradually decreased. Slowly, he just put his palm on Sissi's belly. She also felt a little more comfortable. This caused Bo Yanqing's hand to keep supporting it. , almost hanging in the air, not daring to sleep. He struggled until the middle of the night. After Sissi fell asleep, his hand still rested on her belly for half an hour before he put it down.
It was already dawn when I woke up.
Bo Yanqing glanced at the time and happened to see Nan Jiaojiao in the next bed smiling at him.
He subconsciously touched his beard and asked, "When did you wake up?" "Just now," Nan Jiaojiao pointed to the bedside, "your cell phone was ringing."
"Yes."
He took out his cell phone from under the pillow, answered it, and heard him say "woke up", "it hurts at the latest", "send it in".
"Shu Xian has cooked some porridge and brought it to me. I'll go out to get it and send Qian Qian out to him." Lift up.
"Sissi is asleep. Pick her up now. What if she gets cold?"
"It's okay, I'll wrap her up in a blanket."
Bo Yanqing hugged her The arms under the head were taken out and stuffed into the quilt.
She scolded lightly: "Did you forget that your hand was injured?"
"Huh?" Nan Jiaojiao glanced down and took a pretentious breath, "Ah, it hurts."
< br>Bo Yanqing put his hand on her forehead, flicked it, went to the bathroom to wash briefly, then came back and wrapped Sissy in a thin blanket.
When he came back, he had a thermos bucket in his hand.
"White porridge, get up and eat some."
Nan Jiaojiao stretched out her hand, "I want to hug her."
Bo Yanqing laughed, bent down, put his hands under her armpits on both sides, held her back and hugged her, before she was completely out of the quilt. , he had already picked up his coat and wrapped it around her.
(End of this chapter)