Although Chu Cuiyi looked down at the file, Yu Guang put it on the baby.

After the little baby aimed at Daddy, he lowered his head and continued to play with his fingers. To say that Gao Leng, the two ancestors were right, it was definitely king to king.

Shui Anluo slightly slipped her lip. In the past, she placed the baby on the sofa in the study, and then covered her belly and said, "I have a stomachache. Look at him. I'll go to the bathroom." Shui Anluo said, running away. Now, I don't see anyone with a stomachache.

After Shui Anluo went out, she lay on the door carefully and looked at the opportunity. She gave it to President Chu.

The little baby was thrown on the sofa, and his eyes turned round and round. Then he moved his hands and pressed his hands directly on the sofa. He lay down on the side of the sofa and looked around with big eyes, but did not Aim at Mommy.

The little baby's mouth slipped, and his little hand would climb down the leather sofa.

He had been watching his Chu Muyi watching him crawling down, striding over and clasping his collar, holding him up.

The baby was suddenly picked up, and his hands and feet were waving in the air, just like a little turtle with its shell pinched.

"Ah-" the little baby called, his body struggling.

Chu Qiyi's big hand turned slightly, and the baby fell directly into his arms.

Little baby and dad have big eyes to small eyes.

Shui Anluo looked at the door and laughed foolishly. It really was the best way to solve the problem, but she continued to copy the medical ethics.

The little baby waved his hand as if he was about to hit Daddy. Chu Cuiyi reached out and held his little paw. Is this boy going against the sky?

"Ah-" The little baby shoved his own little hand, but unfortunately, for Daddy, it was like shaking the tree.

Chu Cunyi let go of his little hand, and slap on his little head, slap it, be regarded as a reconciliation with his son.

After all, his son loves Mommy, and he is happy to see it happen.

Little Baby's face showed distaste for Daddy, but this time he did not oppose Daddy's embrace.

When Chu Cuiyi was holding her son out, Shui Anluo was calling Qiao Yaruan outside and told him with a mouth shape after seeing him that it was Qiao Yaruan calling.

Chu Muyi frowned, without opening his mouth, and hugged his son.

Some things he should tell her clearly, he was angry that she was walking too close to Qiao Yaruan, but not everything that restricted her.

"I don't know. The fat man's illness is already difficult. Adding to the fat man's bad temper makes it more difficult." Shui Anluo said helplessly lying on the handrail of the stairs.

"I can't help you. I don't know about heart disease. If you ask Feng Yingdi, he is more familiar with the heart." Qiao Yaruan said, watching Feng Feng enter the door, and throwing his mobile phone to him, "Xiao Luo Zi has something to ask you. "

Feng Feng raised her eyebrows slightly, reached out to catch her phone, and watched Qiao Yaruan go upstairs. This girl was uncomfortable and made him feel abnormal, which was not in line with her personality.

"Little girl, what's wrong?" After Feng Feng changed her look, she always called her little girl.

"Acute myocardial infarction." Shui Anluo said the disease directly.

Feng Feng took off his coat and put it on the sofa. "You, an intern, don't have access to treatment for this disease."

"But it's me now." Shui Anluo said helplessly, "This is the only chance I can be recognized."

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