There is no way, the child is particularly hungry for breast milk when she is sick. She was emptied last night, and now she must fill her stomach quickly to produce milk, otherwise the little girl will cry when she wants to breastfeed again later and cannot suck.
The two of them sat close to each other. Wen Zhan looked at the redness and swelling on her face, and it was obvious that she had been slapped on one side, and a strong anger flashed through his heart.
"Then what does that bastard want you to do? Can't you just promise him? You, a woman, are going head-to-head with such a vicious man, and why do you think that everyone will give in to you like me?" Wen Zhan was silent for a while and couldn't help it. The second round of complaining and preaching began.
After all, the huge disparity in physical strength between men and women cannot be ignored.
It is absolutely stupid for a weak woman to take action against a man.
Mu Wanqing lowered her head and continued to drink porridge and snacks. She didn't want to tell him too much in detail, so she replied perfunctorily: "If he wants to take action, what can I do?"
"..." Wen Zhan was so angry that he lost his appetite and couldn't eat, so he simply got up and went out.
Mu Wanqing thought he was visiting her daughter, so she didn't think much about it. Instead, she felt at ease alone and continued to have breakfast.
In fact, Wen Zhan called Yi Hang when he went out.
Of course reprimands are inevitable.
Yi Hang was very surprised when he heard that Mu Wanqing had been beaten and was covered in injuries, and then he felt guilty and blamed himself.
Wen Zhan heard that he had a good attitude in admitting his mistake and didn't bother to scold him anymore. He just ordered him to find out the matter immediately, and the most important thing was to find out where that bastard Chen Haoyang was being held.
By the time he came back after making the call, his emotions had mostly calmed down.
Mu Wanqing had finished breakfast. When she saw him coming back, she raised her eyes and glanced slightly, chin slightly: "I'll leave the breakfast for you. You can eat some and go home to rest. Ozawa should have returned to Yujingwan."
She doesn't feel sorry for Wen Zhan's panda eyes, which can be called a national treasure.
It's just that if the two of them stay together now, there will definitely be bickering and friction. It's better to let him go back to accompany his son and calm down separately.
Of course, Wen Zhan would not narcissistically think that she cared about him. He knew that she was just trying to drive people away, so he replied lukewarmly: "You said that we have nothing to do with each other. Am I still at your mercy?"
"..." Mu Wanqing suddenly felt that her good intentions were being treated like a donkey, so she rolled her eyes and went out to find Aunt Zhou and her daughter.
The little sister is pretty and cute, like a doll, which makes all the little nurses happy.
The luxurious ward area was not as crowded as the ordinary ward, so the nurses were relatively quiet. When Mu Wanqing came over, several gentle and patient nurses were coaxing her sister, and the little girl finally stopped crying.
Aunt Zhou saw Mu Wanqing coming, turned around with her sister in her arms, and asked with concern: "Why don't you go to sleep for a while, madam? The child stopped crying. He just drank some milk powder, and the nurse also gave him medicine."
Mu Wanqing touched her daughter's forehead. Before she could take her hand back, the little girl grabbed her and was about to throw herself into her mother's arms.
She took her daughter and said gently: "I can't sleep now, so I can stay with her."
After saying goodbye to the nurses, he turned around and walked to the ward with the child in his arms.
Aunt Zhou was so smart, knowing that Mu Wanqing deliberately took the child back to avoid the awkward atmosphere between the two adults looking at each other, and wanted to use the child as a buffer.
"Madam... Yi Hang just called me and asked about your injury. He was severely scolded by the Third Young Master. I only found out after listening to Yi Hang. The Third Young Master came back in a hurry after receiving the call yesterday and made two transfers. The flight just returned to China and it landed in Hong Kong. In order to return to Chongcheng as soon as possible, he chartered a flight from Hong Kong at two o'clock in the morning and landed at four o'clock. It was just dawn when he arrived at the hospital..."
Mu Wanqing said nothing and listened quietly to Aunt Zhou's chatter, knowing what she wanted to express.
"Young master has been running around all night, and he is almost exhausted. He has been ill to begin with, and he is so tired. How difficult it is... He must feel distressed when he sees you injured. This child is sick again, and the father is also Worry - if you are still angry with him at this time, then he..." Aunt Zhou kept talking all the way to the door of the ward. She didn't say the rest of the words, but she understood the meaning.
Mu Wanqing had no idea that he was running around so much that night.
No wonder his face looked so bad, and the dark circles under his eyes were as heavy as if he had been beaten.
"He is the child's father. Knowing that the child is sick, he should come back overnight." Mu Wanqing replied sternly, unmoved.
"It's true, but the Third Young Master must miss you too, so just have a good chat with him..."
It has to be said that Aunt Zhou, a servant, often cared more about Wen Zhan than Jiang Lijuan's own mother.
Mu Wanqing didn't respond. She held her daughter and pushed open the ward door.
She didn't deliberately search for someone, but she could see from the corner of her eye that the room was empty. Just when she thought someone was angry and went back, she heard the bathroom door open, and Wen Zhan, who had just taken a shower, wiped his wet hair. Get out.
In the early morning, when the family brought breakfast, they also brought Wen Zhan's change of clothes.
At this time, Wen Zhan, who was wearing neat home clothes, seemed to be in better spirits, but the fatigue on his face and the dark circles under his eyes were still obvious.
Mu Wanqing thought about Aunt Zhou's words, but still couldn't bear it. After holding the child and sitting down on the bed, she said calmly: "Actually, you can really go back and have a good sleep. Aunt Zhou and I are here. It’s useless for you to stay.”
Wen Zhan's anger was washed away by the water, and he calmed down now.
Hearing this, he said in a normal tone: "Didn't you get much sleep last night? I'll stay with my daughter. You can go get some sleep."
"What about you?" Mu Wanqing looked at him and asked.
"I still have work to deal with." Wen Zhan said, already walking towards the low table in front of the sofa, with a business laptop placed on it.
Because he had left his overseas job and returned temporarily, he did have some official business to deal with urgently, and he had to wait until he was done with his work before going to sleep.
Mu Wanqing frowned deeply.
Aunt Zhou's words still rang in her ears, and she was vaguely angry, but she felt that her status was embarrassing and she had no position to interfere with others' freedom to sleep or not, so she remained silent.
Wen Zhan sat down on the sofa, turned on the computer, and couldn't help but cough.
Mu Wanqing's face fell, but she still stood up with her daughter in her arms, walked to the bar and poured a glass of warm water, carried it with one hand, walked to the sofa, stooped slightly and put it down next to his computer.
Wen Zhan was a little surprised. He looked up at her and was stunned for a moment before saying, "Thank you."
"You should go back. Even if you have to work, go back to work. If you stay here and make noise, your sister will not be able to sleep well, and your sister will cry, and you will not be able to work peacefully."
She muttered, sounding disgusted.
Wen Zhan looked at her seriously and frowned slightly: "Do you dislike me so much?"
"..." Mu Wanqing once again felt that her good intentions were being treated like a donkey's liver and lungs. She was completely depressed and couldn't be bothered to care about him.
My sister didn't sleep well last night because she cried a lot, and now she started yawning. Mu Wanqing was so sleepy that she felt dizzy, so she just hugged her sister and lay down on the bed, and they slept together.
Wen Zhan knew that she was angry, but he didn't care. Instead, he was happy because she couldn't drive him away.
