"Call your brother."
"Brother, I want it, I want it!"
Mo Yinhe threw the rmaid warrior in front of her: "Take it, are you still feeling unwell?"
Little Huahua shook her head.
Mo Yinhe wasn’t convinced, lifting his cold little eyes to look at Ye Xingguang: "Aren’t you going to take her to the hospital? Is this how you are as a mother? What if sothing else happens?"
Having been lectured by her son, Ye Xingguang was already used to it. She said, "Your father has already gone to get the car ready. Once Little Huahua’s full, we’ll take her to the hospital for a check-up."
That seed acceptable enough, so Mo Yinhe stopped making a fuss because, for now, he couldn’t find any fault.
...
Ye Junqing had already called Xu Yatong, explained the situation, and told him they were bringing Little Huahua to the hospital for an examination. After all, no one understands rmaids better than he does.
Xu Ya was attending to Xia Yanyan. He said, "You can bring her over. I’ll prepare the paperwork here first. When you arrive, go straight to the check-up. You don’t need to co to my office. Once the results are out, then co find ."
Ye Junqing didn’t waste words. The couple, along with little Mo, took Little Huahua to the hospital for a check-up.
During the blood test, Little Huahua absolutely refused to stick out her little hand, afraid of the pain.
Holding her didn’t work for Ye Junqing, nor for Ye Xingguang. Usually such an obedient girl was now making a fuss.
Mo Yinhe climbed up on the chair, wrapped his little hands tightly around the troubled Little Huahua, holding her firmly and preventing her from struggling. He finally said to the nurse, "Why haven’t you drawn her blood yet? Be gentle, I’m warning you, if you hurt her, I’ll hold you accountable."
To the nurse, this version of Mo Yinhe seed like quite the brat.
In the background, Little Huahua’s wailing screams echoed: "Waa waa, stupid Mo pig, I hate you, hate you, waa waa waa, it hurts, hurts... hurts hurts hurts..."
The nurse was fairly quick, imdiately pressing a little cotton ball on the blood draw spot, then asked Ye Xingguang to continue holding it.
Little Huahua kept crying, kept cursing a constant stream of "stupid Mo pig, I hate you" filling the air.
Ye Junqing and Ye Xingguang looked at each other, seems like they’ll play the good cop, little Mo can play the bad cop.
Seeing Little Huahua crying like this, their hearts almost broke, unable to be tough on her.
"Hate if you want, you think I like you?" Mo Yinhe loosened his domineering hold nonchalantly and jumped off the chair.
Good cop Ye Xingguang: "Huahua, don’t cry, I’ll buy you chocolate later, okay?"
Little Huahua pouted her little lips: "Not okay, you have to buy two chocolates."
Ye Xingguang chuckled softly and nodded, her heart lting: "Okay, mommy will buy you two chocolates."
Little Huahua still felt pain. After Ye Xingguang pressed on her needle-pricked spot with the cotton ball for a while, she raised her little hands, pouting: "Mommy, blow on it."
"Alright, mommy will, blowing will make it not hurt."
But even after Ye Xingguang blew on it, Little Huahua wanted Ye Junqing to blow on it too: "Daddy, blow on it."
Ye Junqing reached out, gently stroked her little head, leaned in, and blew on her small hand.
Little Huahua’s tears dried on her face, but she still felt unsatisfied, pouting unhappily: "Stupid Mo pig, you didn’t blow on it."
Stupid Mo pig walked ahead, with an usual indifferent attitude: "You said you hated , rember?"
"Waa waa, you didn’t blow~~"
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