Chapter 376
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Mochen carried Little Pomelo.
Little Pomelo hugged Mo Chen's neck tightly with her lotus-like arms. When she thought that her father was actually her biological father, she leaned her little head on his shoulder and rubbed against him gently. She was like a little kitten begging for love, which was very lovable.
Mochen patted her back gently.
Little Pomelo said, "It won't hurt if Daddy kisses me."
Mochen's expression was a little unnatural. He kissed the side of her face.
Little Pomelo was bubbling with happiness. "It really doesn't hurt that much anymore."
The little guy's face darkened.
Shortie was so good at acting coquettishly!
He wanted to get up on his own, but he stopped moving. He looked up and squeezed out two big tears as he looked at Wei Wei.
Wei Wei picked him up.
The little guy hugged Wei Wei's neck with his two little arms. "Mommy."
Wei Wei kissed the little guy. "Where did you fall?"
The little guy blushed. "My knees, hands and arms."
Little Pomelo listened at the side and said, "Daddy, my arms hurt."
Mochen nodded. "Daddy will take you to the hospital."
Little Pomelo's little face was covered in tears. He nodded and leaned into his daddy's arms. It was the first time he felt so warm, as if he was in the warmest place in the world.
Wei Wei and Mochen carried them to the car.
Wei Wei helped them check. The little guy and Little Pomelo's pants were scraped, their knees were scraped, and their sleeves were scraped. One of their arms was scraped, and their palms were scraped. Her heart ached when she saw that.
Mochen stood at the side and made a call. Then, he got into the driver's seat and drove straight to Purple Harbor Hospital.
When they arrived, the best pediatrician was already waiting for them. He personally cleaned the little guy and Little Pomelo's wounds.
Mochen held Little Pomelo in his arms.
Little Pomelo buried his head in Mochen's arms. "Daddy, it hurts."
Wei Wei held the little fellow in her arms.
The little fellow glanced at Little Pomelo and could not bear to watch any longer.
He didn't say anything. He just pursed his lips tightly.
Wei Wei asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
The little guy replied, "A little."
Wei Wei raised her hand and gently stroked his little head.
The little fellow took the opportunity to act coquettishly. She was as happy as if she had eaten honey.
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After treating the wound, Mochen drove back to Ru Garden.
Old Madam was so happy that she personally cooked dinner. Old Master Mo also helped out by the side, which was rare for him. Ji Zuo was also ordered around and was extremely busy.
Mochen entered the house with Little Pomelo in his arms. There was no one in the living room and he glanced around.
Wei Wei carried the little fellow and placed him on the sofa. She helped him take off his shoes and change into slippers. "Sit here and play. Mommy will go and make dinner, okay?"
The little fellow replied, "Okay."
He fixed his gaze on Wei Wei. He used to hate the song "Only Mummy is Good in the World", but now he loved it as much!
He used to hate it because he didn't have a Mommy.
When this song was sung in kindergarten, he never opened his mouth.
He liked it now because he also had a Mommy. The best Mommy in the world. Other than him and Little Shortie, no one else had it!
Wei Wei was just about to go to the kitchen when Mochen had already helped Little Pomelo change into slippers. He reached out and held her wrist.
She looked at Xiang Mochen.
Mochen's eyes were as dark as the abyss. "In the future, I'll get Zeng Wang to prepare three meals and send them over."
Wei Wei said softly, "Sometimes it's not bad to cook by yourself."
Mo Chen pursed his thin lips. "You're not allowed."
He picked up his cell phone and was about to make a call when Old Master Mo came out.
Seeing that they had returned, Old Master Mo said kindly, "You're back. Wait for a while, dinner will be ready soon."
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