"Is that the one that sister Bei rescued?" The child is very smart.
Mo Nan let out a "hmm".
The child lowered his eyes: "At that time, I thought he would not survive."
"He's fine now." Mo Nan's eyes were not as dark as usual.
The child is more sensitive: "What about sister Bei? Is something wrong?"
"Didn't you say that she drove too long at that time?" Mo Nan asked without answering.
The child nodded with big eyes: "Well, Sister Bei just kept driving forward, and her hands were folded and limp. I thought we would all die there."
"Kid, talk about death all day long." Mo Nan handed him a marshmallow.
The child grabbed Mo Nan's trousers, without much expression on his face: "Isn't it normal? People die. If sister Bei didn't go there, I would die in a few days. There is no food, I can't grab it them."
Mo Nan bowed his head: "She saved a lot of people, didn't she?"
"Yeah!" The child's eyes lit up: "Many, many people here have returned."
Mo Nan smiled, three points of anger, and seven points of incomprehension: "No one knows."
"Brother Nan?" The child didn't understand why his eyes were red.
Mo Nan squatted down: "No one will know what she did. Her hand is still not healed."
Children don't understand, okay? But Sister Bei's hands are no longer limp, why can't she call it bad.
"For my sister, I should do everything, right?" Mo Nan asked again suddenly.
At this point, the child never hesitated: "Yes!"
"Then let's go." Mo Nan pulled the villain along and smiled wantonly.
The child licked the marshmallow: "Where are you going?"
"Go back to the hospital and find the housekeeper's grandpa." Mo Nan casually tied up his broken hair. He was just a little boy, with a handsome side profile, full of youthful feeling: "Let him prepare for the operation."
The child raised his head and frowned: "But, the operation... Wasn't Brother Nan's?"
"Not now." When Mo Nan said this, he looked back again: "However, if the surname Feng dares to make a wrong decision this time, it will force me to be violent."
The child was confused, but he knew one thing: "Brother Nan doesn't have surgery, is it okay?"
"Of course." Mo Nan grabbed a piece of marshmallow in his hand and put it in his mouth: "I've already retired, so I don't need to play games, it's fine to fly, why not?"
"Jerking off?" The child always felt that something was wrong.
There was a faint voice over there.
It merged with the snow that fell all around.
"Should you pay attention to your words in front of your children?"
It was Huan Leng, he was wearing a scarf, it didn't look like he usually trained, but he was holding two cups, both of which were steaming.
"Latte?" Mo Nan raised his eyebrows: "Give me one."
Huan Leng didn't move, reminded him: "Jerking off."
"Am I not talking about it, pay attention to it in the future." Mo Nan said while touching his coat pocket.
Huan Leng tilted his eyes, moved a little further away, and frowned: "What are you doing?"
"I'll take a cigarette." Mo Nan wanted to laugh: "You don't give me anything to drink, and you don't give me cigarettes? Is this called relaxing with me?"
Huan Leng glanced at him and didn't move.
Mo Nan really wanted to light a cigarette, but looking at the child again, he finally put the cigarette case back: "I'd better eat candy."
(end of this chapter)