You Are My Only Sunshine

Mo Jun hurriedly caught him, very happy in his heart.

Xiao Ping An still remembers her and still likes her very much. She is simply flattered.

And the little guy also hugged her body tightly, and his little head kept rubbing against her shoulders.

Mo Yun was itchy by him, and smiled spontaneously: "Baby, it's great that you remember Auntie. Auntie missed you a lot recently, but didn't have time to come to see you, do you miss me?"

Xiao Ping'an nodded vigorously, and raised his head to look at her with attachment. He also stretched out his little hand to touch her face, which softened Mo Yun's heart.

Su San was surprised to see, "I didn't expect Xiao Ping'an to like Miss Luo so much. He usually ignores anyone! We all thought he was a child with autism."

Mo Yun shook his head firmly: "He is not autistic, I think he is a very smart kid."

"Is there?" Su San was puzzled, why didn't he see it?

Xiao Ping An didn't care what they said at all, just immersed in his own joy, and kept touching Mo Yun's face with his little hands. He seemed to be interested in her appearance, and he could see that he liked her very much.

Mo Jun also liked him very much. She sat down with him in her arms and showed him all the gifts she bought for him.

"Baby, these are the gifts that auntie bought for you, do you like it?" Mo Yun asked him expectantly.

Xiao Ping'an glanced at these gifts and nodded.

"Is there anything you like? Auntie will buy it for you next time." Mo Yun asked him.

Then the little guy's finger pointed at these gifts again, which meant that he liked them all.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you next time!" Mo Yun said happily, feeling like he couldn't wait to give him the whole world.

In order to cherish the time spent with the little guy, Mo Yun played games with him for a while.

But Xiao Ping'an's health is very bad. After playing for a while, he feels very tired, very weak, and coughs constantly.

Su San suddenly said nervously: "He can't play anymore, let him rest, his body can't bear it."

"What's the matter with him?" Mo Jun asked distressedly, "Why do I get sick at such a young age, and what kind of disease is it? Isn't it even possible for Dr. Su to cure it?"

Master Su sighed: "Xiao Ping An was brought from the womb. I heard that he almost died when he was born. Later, it took a lot of methods to make him survive. But the medicine was three-point poison and he took it. He has taken too many drugs, so his health is very bad, and he will get sick every once in a while, so he must take good care of his illness, otherwise..."

Mo Yun couldn't help but change his face.

She didn't expect Xiao Ping'an to suffer from such a serious illness at such a young age. In fact, it is impossible to tell what this kind of disease is. It is the kind of disease that is very poor, can't breathe, can't take cold, and can't be affected. In short, it is the kind of disease that will collapse after walking a few steps.

And if you don’t pay attention, you will get sick and even die.

This kind of disease must be taken well and spent a lot of money to maintain it, otherwise it will get worse...

Even this disease is almost impossible to cure, because it is a problem of his physique, and he can only be cured by completely changing his physique.

Mo Yun has now developed a regenerative medicine that can change the body's constitution, but it can't be used by him at all.

He is so young that he can't bear such violent medicinal properties.

Even if he grows up, he may not be able to bear it.

The Pill of Life couldn't be used for him either, and he couldn't bear it either.

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