Chapter 2192
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Yesterday, Fourth Master Baili did not say anything, and neither did the children.
He Lianxiao remembered that Baili Yu and Mochen were close. He looked at Xia Sang and said softly, "Mochen must have thought of it and called him."
Xia Sang nodded. Her eyes were instantly filled with tears. She sat up and leaned into He Lianxiao's arms, hugging him tightly.
She trembled as she thought about how she had almost had an abortion yesterday.
Thank goodness, thank goodness!
But she was still afraid!
She had almost asked Doctor White to perform the operation on her.
If no one had realized that something was wrong, then now …
On further thought, not only would she lose this child, her health would deteriorate. If this continued, Ah Xiao might think that she was a child of the Mo family …
Hence, not only would they lose this child, they would also lose their precious daughter, Weiwei, whom they had spent so much effort to find.
Hence, she cried her heart out on his shoulder.
He Lianxiao patted her back gently and coaxed her as if he was coaxing a child. "Alright, don't cry. If our little princess hears this, she might even tell Mommy that she's already an adult, yet she's still crying."
Xia Sang laughed, wiped her tears, and stopped crying.
Yes, it was a happy occasion, why did she have to cry?
Did this mean that the Nan family's matter had temporarily come to an end?
Would it come to an end?
He Lianxiao kissed away the tears on her face. "Weiwei is still outside. She might not have slept at all last night."
Xia Sang nodded and got off the bed. The two of them walked out of the lounge.
The moment she heard the door open, Weiwei shuddered. She wanted to push Mochen away, but it was too late.
Xia Sang and He Lianxiao were also stunned.
They looked at the painting in front of them for a long time.
He Lianxiao turned around and looked at Xia Sang. "Why don't we go in first?"
Xia Sang said, "Alright."
The moment she spoke, Mochen let go of Weiwei and looked at He Lianxiao and Xia Sang. "Good morning, Dad, Mom."
He Lianxiao said, "Good morning!"
Xia Sang said, "Good morning …"
She suddenly remembered that when she and Ah Xiao were young, they had also hugged and kissed like this for their parents to see.
He suddenly felt that it was great to be young!
Weiwei was embarrassed. She lowered her head like an ostrich and didn't dare to look in the direction of her parents.
In a moment of passion, he forgot that this was his father's study room!
He Lianxiao coughed softly and looked at Xiang Mochen. "How did you think of it?"
Mochen looked at He Lianxiao and said, "Dad, why do you think that I was the one who thought of this?"
He Lianxiao snorted. "Who else could it be if not you?"
Mochen, "…"
He Lianxiao looked at Mochen and said, "If you want to take credit for this, then forget it. You are my son-in-law, my family."
Mochen said, "Dad is right."
He Lianxiao was still very grateful to Mochen. He looked at him for a long time and sighed. "Thank you, Mochen. The situation yesterday was too chaotic. Those who were involved could not see clearly and it was easy to overlook it. Luckily, nothing happened."
Mochen said, "Yeah, it's lucky that nothing happened. I was just trying to protect myself. Dad, you have to think of it this way."
He Lianxiao looked at Xiang Mochen and walked over. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's true. What you said was not wrong at all."
Mochen said, "Yeah, that's right."
He Lianxiao looked at Mochen and said, "Since that's the case, you can stay at the President's residence for this period of time. Help Father-in-law with his work. I'm going to rest for a while and accompany …"
Mochen said, "Dad, I still have something to do. After I'm done here, I still have to go back to Nangang City with Weiwei."
He Lianxiao was speechless.
Did he have to reject him so quickly?
Did he have to work until he retired?
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