Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Chapter 22 Li Shaoling, let's run!

the next day.

Ji Weixi got up very early. Tian Miaomiao liked to sleep, but as long as he saw Li Shaoling in his heart, he immediately hit chicken blood.

"Well, Mommy—"

The little milk bag bowed her body, covering her belly, her face pale.

"what happened!"

Ji Weixi panicked and immediately crouched down.

"stomachache."

The small milk bag looked painfully into Ji Weixi's arms.

Ji Weixi was distressed, "Would you like to go to the toilet?

"Well, it seems not, it just hurts."

"Mummy takes you to the hospital."

Ji Weixi couldn't help but say that he was going downstairs holding him.

"Mummy ..." Xiao Niu Bao flattened her mouth, and her two forefingers nodded and said, "It may be that the baby did not cover the quilt when he slept last night, and it was so cold."

Ji Weixi immediately blamed his face solemnly: "You child, why are you so disobedient, haven't I told you that you have to cover your stomach even if it's hot!"

"Mummy, the baby is wrong ..." The little milk bag's eyes were red, and she was about to cry.

Tian Miaomiao came over and persuaded, "Okay, he is still a child."

Ji Weixi hugged him to bed, filled the hot water bottle with hot water and wrapped it with a towel, and put it on the belly of the small milk bag.

"Warm for a while. I haven't eaten the cold recently, have you heard?"

Ji Weixi was so distressed that he saw his sore grievance, and his crying nose followed.

"I see, Mum, the baby feels much better." The little milk bag came over to please her, and the little dog's head was around her chest. "But there is still a little pain, the baby doesn't want to go, what should I do?"

"Good, don't go, let Sister Miao Miao take care of you at home." Ji Weixi is gentle and watery.

Tian Miaomiao frosted: "No such thing! People are going to see President Li!"

Ji Weixi lifted his eyes: "Which is important, Mr. Li and my son? You are my assistant, and I will see it at CBS all day long. It's not a bad day."

Tian Miaomiao froze instantly: "Okay."

Do n’t go, do n’t go!

"Does it still hurt?" Ji Weixi's palms covered the little guy's stomach, rubbing gently.

The little milk bag shook her head and said milkily, "Mummy, I want to sleep."

"Go to sleep then. If it hurts, you must tell Sister Miao Miao know?"

Ji Weixi was very angry with Li Shaoling.

If he didn't force her to go, she would take care of her son at home today!

This abominable man.

The little milk bag closed her eyes, and after a while, she breathed evenly and fell asleep.

After Ji Weixi finished packing, he said to Tian Miaomiao, "Trouble you, if he ever feels uncomfortable, take him to the hospital."

Tian Miaomiao said goodbye with tears: "Go to Xixi!"

After Ji Weixi left, Tian Miaomiao saw the little milk bag asleep, and quietly took the door.

The little guy in the bed opened his eyes froze, his eyes were clear, and there was no pain just now.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers: "Is Li Shaoling, let's run now!"

Li Shaoling at the other end of the phone was closing his eyes on the car and en route to Ji's house.

This immature voice, he remembered.

It's Ji Weixi's child.

He raised his eyebrows and didn't understand: "What?"

What does Benxun mean?

New words?

The little milk bag said, "Just let's meet."

Li Shaoling: "Why did I meet you?"

Just a little boy, who does he think he is?

"If you don't meet me, baby promises that you will regret it forever."

This child speaks like an adult.

Li Shaoling narrowed his eyes, "reason."

According to his previous temperament, he would hang up the phone directly without much trouble.

But this child gave him the patience to listen.

It's strange.

The little milk bag said mysteriously, "You will know when you see me, and I will send you the address."

After speaking, he hung up.

Li Shaoling: "..."

He was actually left behind by a little fart.

Ji Weixi is a strange woman, and her son is also a strange child.

What a wonderful work.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Jiang Cong asked, gossiping.

Li Shaoling frowned, stared at the address on the text message, and said coldly, "Go to the South Vietnam Cafe."

For some reason, he always felt a mysterious force pulling him to see some truth ...