Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

When Zhang Mo'er arrived in Italy, it happened to be night.

Without stopping for a moment, she rushed directly to the hospital where the little guy was.

At this time, the little guy was sleeping, but he didn't sleep well, and he kept turning the quilt all night.

Ning Lesi has been guarding the little guy's hospital bed, fearing that something will happen to him.

The so-called expert consultation a few days ago did not make any substantial progress.

The little guy can only be dragged along with his illness, hanging with potions.

To put it bluntly, he was hanging and waiting to die.

When Ning Lesi heard the news, he lost his temper and almost demolished the hospital.

Then it was the little guy who persuaded him.

The little guy woke up a little uncomfortable, and saw that Ning Lesi was still looking at him.

Laughed, "Uncle, actually you don't have to look at me here, I will sleep well and live well until the next morning, let you look at me."

Ning Lesi patted the little guy's head, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Didn't you understand the doctor's words, uncle? Is my illness hopeless? Maybe I'll die anytime soon?"

"But uncle, don't worry, I will tell you when I am about to die, so that you can see me for the last time."

"But judging from Uncle's performance these days, there must still be hope. I hope I won't die, right?"

"My father used to be like this. He almost demolished the hospital because of me. My father is usually a very cold person and never loses his temper. This is a bit like you, Uncle."

Ning Lesi patted the little guy's head and poured him a glass of water.

"Aren't you tired of talking so much?"

The little guy shook his head, "I'm not tired. In the past, I didn't like talking to others in order to pretend to be cool, but now I like talking, probably because I know I won't live long, so I want to talk more. There will be regrets."

The little guy talked to himself, but Ning Lesi didn't stop him.

And Zhang Mo'er was on the way.

Zhang Mo'er kept repeating the little guy's ward number, "No. 14 on the thirteenth floor."

She rushed to the elevator, only to be told that the elevator was broken.

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Mo'er changed it to climbing stairs.

"Xiao Yi, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Zhang Mo'er cried while crawling.

There is a step next to one step. It is obviously autumn, but the sweat and tears on the face are mixed together, and they are somewhat indistinguishable from each other.

The little guy said to Ning Lesi: "Uncle, can I borrow your phone again?"

Ning Lesi smiled and said, "Okay."

As he spoke, he handed the phone to the little guy.

The little guy called Zhang Mo'er, but at this time Zhang Mo'er was climbing the stairs and even forgot to turn on his phone.

The little guy was a little disappointed, then smiled again.

"Uncle, please avoid me for a moment. I'm going to record my mother. Some words are embarrassing. It's not convenient for you to be here."

Ning Lesi raised his eyebrows in surprise, then nodded and left.

"Thank you uncle!"

The little guy thanked Ning Lesi.

Ning Lesi turned back to the little guy with a smile and said, "You're welcome."

With that said, he left the ward.

The little guy turned on the message function.

Start recording for Zhang Mo'er.

"Mo'er? I'm Xiaoyi. I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you very much."

"Because I'm sick, I haven't gone back to see you. I hope you won't be angry."

"Mo'er, I like you very much, because you are the imaginary mother, so I have always regarded you as my mother. Although it is selfish to do so, I still can't help but regard you as my mother."

"So sometimes I will be willful in front of you, I hope you will not be angry."

The little guy paused, and continued: "I may not have the chance to see you again, because the doctor has already issued a critical illness notice, saying that my life is coming to an end. I wasn't sad at first, but I thought I couldn't see you again." On your side, you have some regrets."

"After thinking about it, this is fine, so Mo'er won't be sad. After all, Mo'er likes me so much, if she knows that I'm dead, she must be very sad."

"But I don't want Mo'er to be sad."

"Mo'er, these days, when I dream, I keep dreaming of you. I dream of you telling me stories, coaxing me to sleep, and dreaming of you feeding me. Sometimes it makes Uncle Shen so angry that I am very angry. I like this kind of dream, if possible, I hope that when I die, this kind of scene will appear in front of me."

The little guy was sobbing as he spoke.

What's wrong with him, he is obviously a man, how can he cry so hard?

Obviously he already knew that he would die.

But he is very reluctant, he is reluctant to part with his mother, he has only been with his mother for a few months, and it is really a pity that he is about to leave.

Zhang Mo'er desperately climbed up, while Ning Lesi stood outside the door smoking.

Shen Rongche was on the plane coming, the clouds were so thick that he couldn't even see the stars.

The last step!
finally reached.

Zhang Mo'er wiped her last tears. For some reason, her heart began to ache again.

This time it hurt more than any other time, but she didn't feel it at all, she was looking for a ward like crazy.

Ning Lesi walked to the other side to smoke, and left the door of the ward.

"1312,1313..."

Zhang Mo'er counted the wards one by one, "We're here! 1314!"

She took a deep breath and looked inside the door.

It's him!

Zhang Mo'er burst into tears all of a sudden.

She wanted to push the door and go in, but her feet weighed ten thousand catties.

She watched the little guy sitting in the ward muttering words.

She lay at the door and listened, and heard the little guy's soft voice.

"Mo'er, it's time to say goodbye to you. You should marry Uncle Shen and have a baby soon! Then I might be reborn into your womb once I leave! Then I can be your child in a legitimate way! "

"Also, you must remember to take good care of yourself, don't be too sad! Even if I can't be reincarnated as your child, I will become the brightest star in the sky, bless you!"

Zhang Mo'er stood at the door crying into tears.

Ning Lesi did not know when he was standing behind Zhang Mo'er.

"This lady?"

Zhang Mo'er wiped away her tears and looked back.

"Are you Zhang Mo'er?"

Ning Lesi asked uncertainly.

Zhang Moer nodded vigorously.

"I am Zhang Mo'er."

"You finally came."

Ning Lesi smiled gratifiedly.

"Go in and see him?"

Zhang Mo'er shook her head, "I'm not ready yet."

"He seems to be looking forward to your coming."

Ning Lesi was a little hard to understand.

"Give me a few more minutes, I want to calm down."

"Then shall I go and see him first?"

Ning Lesi asked.

Zhang Moer nodded.

Ning Lesi walked in.

"Finished?"

The little guy was wiping away his tears.

His eyes sparkled, "It's over."