Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 285 My Huo’s Child

She was very serious, her curled eyelashes were like flying butterflies, trembling gently with her breath. She looks delicate and beautiful, like a doll in a shop window when she doesn't speak.

Wei Ning opened her mouth, puzzled, "Mr. Shen, what do you mean?"

He didn't dare to think that the genius doctor was Song Yaoyao at all, thinking that Song Yaoyao might be a relative of the genius doctor or something else.

He quickly softened his voice and asked, "Little sister, is the genius doctor who cured Mr. Shen old your grandfather? Can you please help me intercede, my mother is seriously ill, please ask the genius doctor to help my mother!"

After all, he didn't care if Song Yaoya could bear the ceremony, he bent down and bowed.

Song Yao is stunned and stubborn, he is out of nowhere? What the hell!

"Hey--"

Elder Huo's eyes slanted, naturally a bodyguard came to help Wei Ning up.

He happily cocked Erlang's legs, "Wei family boy, our family is still young, and she can't afford to give her such a big gift. What's more, it's a matter of fate that you can't cure her well. It’s not that if a genius doctor takes action, it will definitely be cured. Do you understand?"

Although Wei Ning didn't know why Huo was so protecting Song Yaoyao, he nodded immediately.

Respectful and humble, "Yes, I understand what you said. In fact, I just don’t give up. Other hospitals have sentenced my mother to death. Now it’s just procrastinating, but my mother didn’t enjoy it when she was young. I have to suffer such a serious crime in my old age, I..." He said, his nose sore, and quickly raised his head to hold back his tears.

It is said that men do not flick when they have tears, but before they are sad.

A tough man with a head of one meter and eight can't help crying when he talks about his mother.

"So you can rest assured, I just want to try again, even if it really can't be cured, I won't blame anyone."

This is all fate, and if it can't be cured this time, Wei Ning doesn't want to toss again.

After so long, his mother has long been tired.

"Well, you just understand."

Elder Huo nodded and patted Song Yaoya's head, "That girl, for his filial piety, would you go and see with him another day?"

Song Yaoyao smiled sweetly when she heard the words, her voice was waxy, and she promised readily, "No problem!"

Then she looked at Wei Ning with a bewildered look and stretched out her little hand to say hello, "Hello, my name is Song Yaoyao."

Wei Ning was at a loss, and the huge gap made him feel soft on the outside and inside.

Did he really understand what the two old men meant? Is he really correct?

He looked at the little girl in front of him, she stretched out her white and tender little hands, her black and white eyes that looked like grapes blinked, cute and cute!

He stretched out his hand in fear, her little hands soft as cotton.

Like Wei Ning, who had been on missions, he held either a knife or a gun, and he went in the wind and rain. Holding this little hand, he didn't dare to use any force.

At this moment, he had a real feeling.

The two elders are not joking, since they said that, the probability is true.

Thinking of this, he was agitated and bent over suddenly, using honorifics.

"You, hello! I'm Weining!"

Song Yaoyao was taken aback by his enthusiasm, and drew his hands, but didn't.

She squeezed her mouth and her hands were pinched.

Elder Huo raised his eyelids when he saw this, and reminded him coldly, "It's almost done. This is the child of my family. If you hold it down, you are not afraid that he will come back to trouble you?"

(End of this chapter)