1656: C1656 Pretending to be

C1656 Pretending to be

"Sir."

"Dad."

Everyone rushed forward.

"Dad."

Mu Tianci broke free from Chuchen's hand and ran as fast as he could. He rushed in front of Mu Jing and hugged his legs tightly.

He was so scared, so scared that his dad would die.

Recently, his father had been running to the hospital.

"Tianci."

Mu Jing bent down and picked up his youngest son. He said to Chuchen, "Chuchen, why did you bring Tianci here?"

Chuchen saw that although his expression was a little bad, he could still carry Tianci. This meant that it was not a big deal, so she relaxed. She said snappily, "You guys made such a big fuss. I thought something bad happened to you. So I took Tianci with me."

"Are you afraid that Tianci will find out?"

Chuchen's words were filled with sarcasm.

Mu Jing was speechless."

"How was the result? Was there a cerebral hemorrhage? Do you want to be hospitalized? "

Chuchen looked at the surface of her father and really could not see any injuries.

She did not believe that her father and Su Shu had a fight.

Mu Jing said to the servants, "I am fine and do not need to be hospitalized. All of you can go back. There is no need to stay here. This month, all of your bonuses will be doubled."

When the servants saw that Mu Jing was fine and that Chuchen and her younger brother were here, they felt at ease and left.

After the servants left, Mu Jing covered Tianci's ears and whispered into Chuchen's ear, "I was pretending. ”

After he was sent to the hospital, he did some simple check-ups and treated it as a physical examination.

He did a CT scan on his brain. There was no problem at all.

His expression would be ugly, because he was angry at his younger daughter.

Chuchen,... ""

Pretending!

She was scared to death!

"Dad."

Mu Tianci massaged his father's hand, which was covering his ear.

"Dad, where did Mom hit you? Does it hurt? Tianci will help you blow it, okay?"

Mu Jing was touched by his youngest son's filial piety and said gently," Dad just hit his head and now it doesn't hurt anymore. There's no need for Tianci to blow it. "

"Did she push you to your head?"

Chuchen asked.0

Mu Jing looked at his youngest son in his arms. He saw the little guy looking at him with a burning gaze. Clearly, he also wanted to know the truth.

He was a little embarrassed as he said to Tianci, "Tianci, actually, it wasn't your mother who hit your father, nor was it your mother who pushed your father. It was your second sister who pushed your father. When your father fell, he hit his head."

Chuchen,... "" After her father said that it was an act, Chuchen guessed that her father was the one who guided her into the hospital.

Su Shu was only charged with the crime.

Mu Xiaohuan might have really rejected her father. With her understanding of Mu Xiaohuan, Mu Xiaohuan definitely did not want to hurt her father.

Chuchen seriously suspected that her father hit his head on purpose.

"Second Eldest Sister is the worst."

When Tianci heard that it was her second sister who pushed her father to the ground, the expression on her small face also changed. It made Mu Jing's heart pound. The divorce had hurt his youngest son, who he had tried so hard to protect.

"Dad, the next time Second Eldest Sister pushes you, I will push Second Eldest Sister to stop her from pushing you."

Mu Tianci could not get close to his biological sister, who was from the same mother.

Mu Xiaohuan also did not like his younger brother. Although he was young, she could tell who was sincere and fake towards him.

"There won't be a next time."

Mu Jing held his youngest son tightly. Fortunately, the little guy was a good person now. He hoped that he would also be a good person in the future. He did not want to be as selfish and unfilial as Mu Xiaohuan.

"Tianci, your second sister left with your mother. Oh, no, your mother was dragged away by your second sister."

If that was the case, perhaps Tianci would feel better.

He wouldn't think that his mother didn't want him, but that his second sister was up to mischief.

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