Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Just when he was irritable, a warm and soft touch came from the back of his hand.

I saw the little girl calling Ge Guo squatting on the chair with bare feet, stretched out her small hand with the bigger fist, and touched the wound on the back of his hand.

He didn't say anything.

The little girl had imitated a ‘hissing’ sound, breathing in pain, as if she was the injured person.

The small body trembled, then turned his head, raised his head, looked at him, and said anxiously, "Blood..."

"Dad, blood..."

"Blood, blood, pain."

Li Beijue's irritability was suddenly shattered by her, her thin lips pressed into a straight line, then she put her back on the hospital bed, got up, and leaned down, "It doesn't hurt, Nuonuo, go to bed for a while."

"Dad... it hurts..."

Nono was disobedient and stood up to run after him.

Li Beijue was frightened when he saw it, he hurriedly pulled her, and pressed the bedside bell to ring.

Soon, both the nurse and Huo Yi came in.

Li Beijue scowled, and glanced at the nurse sternly, "Take care of her. If you can't take care of her, go back and eat yourself!"

So angry.

The nurse shivered and was highly nervous, "Don't worry, Shao Li, I have taken care of Miss Nono."

After finishing speaking, she walked over quickly, helped Ann hug Nono, and softly comforted, "Nuo Nuo, we are still in the infusion now, can't move around, otherwise the hands and hands will bleed and it hurts. Nono doesn't like the pain. Right, let's lie down obediently, and Auntie will read you a storybook, okay?"

She soothed softly, she put Nono on the bed.

As a result, the little girl, who has always been well-behaved, sensible and easy to take care of, was particularly uncooperative today, struggling to run with the kick of her feet, and she kept yelling in her small mouth, "Eight...dad...hands...blood... …"

"Dad... Stop..."

She was only one year old, and she was always talking word by word. If you are in a hurry, the words will become unclear.

A good dad, after a while, it became one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and after a while, he became a striker.

Occasionally one or two of the right ones are caught in the middle.

It sounds like a Martian, milky milky.

"Dad...hands...blood." She seemed to be particularly concerned about Li Beijue's **** hands. She kept refusing to listen to the nurse's words. She kept struggling on the bed and wanted to run to Li Beijue, yelling in circles. "Put...snow..."

Huo Yi couldn't stand it anymore. While feeling distressed that the young lady was sensible, he walked to Li Beijue's side and reminded him in a low voice, "Lord, do you want to deal with the injuries on your hands?"

He knew the injury on his hand. Originally, Li Beijue didn't want to care about it, but when he saw the little girl's persistent and eager yelling, he frowned and let his mouth go, "Let the nurse come."

Seeing that he was finally willing to treat the wound, Huo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that he would regret it, and hurried to find a nurse.

Soon, the nurse came over with a simple sterile bandage. Seeing Li Beijue standing there, he hesitated and summoned his courage to speak, "Young Master Li, it is not convenient for me to treat your wounds while you are standing. Can I sit on a chair next to me?"

trouble!

Li Beijue was extremely impatient. Seeing Nuonuo on the hospital bed, he still endured it. He stepped on his long legs and walked to the chair to sit down and stretched out his hand.

The little nurse squatted across from him, and when she saw the back of his injured hand, she raised her head in astonishment. When she touched that extravagant handsome face at close range, her ears blushed again, and she was buried like a thief. head.