Miracle doctor cute baby: The black-bellied prince is not easy to mess with

Chapter 142
Feng Ditian was stabbed in a painful spot. He flung his sleeves angrily and left the pavilion. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Do you have a message for me when you go back this time?"

Wuming was proudly comparing his punching movements behind his back, when he was caught upright, he rubbed his fists awkwardly and said: "Yes, you go ask Ziye, isn't he one of yours, I'd better give him back to you .”

Feng Ditian said with a calm expression: "You saved his life. Since mother gave it to you, it is yours."

Wuming returned to the bamboo garden, and Wuqing was chatting with the old genius doctor about those strange medical equipment in July.

The corner of the mouth twitched and said: "Uncle, you spend so much time explaining, why don't you go to Yue'er and get a few for Grandpa to see."

"That's right, why didn't I think of that," but when he thought of the people in that courtyard, he panicked.

"It's all about you. Didn't you know that girl first? If you are promising, you can abduct her home earlier. As for me, it's hard for me to meet now?"

Nameless smiled wryly, "Yes, blame me. Their children are five years old. Is there a place for me to intervene?"

"What did you say?" Wujing stood at the door and looked at Wuming in a daze.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Whose child?"

Wuming noticed Wujing's stunned expression, and said distressedly: "Jing'er..."

Wujing walked to Wuming with her eyes open and asked him, "Whose child is that at noon?"

Wujing didn't notice Tian'er at the time, but now that she thought about it, she felt suspicious, "Why is there a child in Brother Ye's room?"

The old miracle doctor sat there without speaking, and he also listened to the general conversation of the few people.

"Go back and rest, we will leave tomorrow, and you will come with me, Wuqing, don't go on messing around."

Wujing stared at the old man with teary eyes, "Grandpa, I don't want to leave here, I don't want to go to watch the ceremony, how about I wait for you here?"

The old man thought for a while and said, "It's up to you."

Wuming patted Wujing helplessly, "You can stay here, but you can't be as reckless as at noon."

Wujing nodded and asked with tears in her eyes, "Was that child born by that woman?"

Nameless nodded.

Wujing yelled, "Why? You're five years old, why didn't you tell me? Didn't you stay here all these years? Are you still my brother? You know I like him, but you hide it from me. Now the child are five years old"

Wuming patted Wujing and said, "This was an accident,"

Wujing seemed to catch something, "What do you mean?"

Looking at Wuming's hesitation to speak, he sneered and said, "It's that woman, right? She's the one who tricked Brother Ye, right?"

Nameless: "No, Yue'er is not that kind of person."

Wujing stared at Wuming: "You like her too?"

Wuming pushed Wujing away irritably, "Stop guessing, calm down first, and go back to your room to rest."

"Qiu'er, take Miss back to the room," Wuming sighed and left the hall after speaking.

In the darkness, a man in black robes with a fanged ghost face stood under the tree. A man wearing a ghost face suddenly appeared from all sides, but the mask was obviously a few grades lower.

Visually, there were 20 people, all kneeling in front of the Man with the Fanged Ghost Mask.

"I am waiting to welcome the arrival of the lord."

The King of Ghosts turned around, and a pair of eagle eyes swept over everyone, making people tremble like ghosts.

"Get up," the voice sounded like a broken bamboo, it was obvious that the voice was not his own, but it was definitely a man, and it might be an older man.

"Gui Xin, do you know that there is a woman with medical skills in Prince Zhan's palace?"

The man called Ghost Heart trembled, "This subordinate doesn't know."

The Ghost King approached Guixin with a frightening aura.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and said, "Three days, I will give you three days, and I will make her disappear."

Ghost Heart: "The subordinate promises to complete the task."

The ghost king waved his sleeves and disappeared into the night again.

(End of this chapter)