Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

"What are you dealing with during the festival? Let me see." Ming Ye wanted to get the file unceremoniously.

He is the son of the president, and he is always bold in everything he does.

Just as Mo Chenyi's study usually doesn't allow any ordinary people to come in, but the cooling of tomorrow night will always come in generously.

"Confidential, you can't read it." Mo Chenyi put the files together and said very seriously.

Mingye Cooling glanced at the writing on it, and said: "I can't say it, so what's the matter with a look?"

But Mo Chenyi held down the file.

"Okay, you are Interpol, I don't watch your stuff, okay?" Mingye Leng had to raise the white flag and said, "Okay, you can put it down, I said that if you don't see it, you won't watch it."

Only then did Mo Chenyi put things down.

When the two were about to talk, the nanny ran up and said with a crying voice: "Yi Shao, it's not good, it's not good, the young master cut his hand. Just now I missed the sight, so he took a fruit knife to cut the apple. A lot of blood shed..."

Mo Chenyi immediately rushed downstairs.

Ming Ye Leng was also taken aback, and hurried downstairs, only to see that Xiaobai's hands were really bloody, but he looked at Mo Chenyi without crying or making trouble. He didn't even have any tears, and he didn't seem afraid at all. .

Mo Chenyi said in a deep voice, "Call the doctor!"

"Yes, yes, call the doctor! What are you doing in a daze!" Ming Ye Leng also said loudly.

Immediately, someone called the doctor, and Mo Chenyi skillfully found the gauze and pressed Xiaobai where his finger was injured.

Mo Chenyi said few words, and asked coldly tomorrow night: "Xiaobai, do you hurt? Are you okay?"

Xiao Bai didn't speak, looking down at his blood, his face was still so calm, and there was no expression.

Tomorrow night is cold and a little helpless, urging: "Where are the doctors? Let them hurry up!"

"Weiwei." Xiaobai suddenly said, spit out two words.

Because he usually didn't speak, saying these two words shocked both Mo Chenyi and Ming Ye Leng. This was the only time he spoke alone.

Tomorrow night, he opened his mouth coldly and looked at Mo Chenyi: "What did Xiaobai say? He said Weiwei? What is Weiwei? Yunwei? Oh, yes, Yunwei gave him an apple last time. He actually said Yun Wei's name? What does that mean?"

The doctor came over soon, checked Xiao Bai immediately, and said to Mo Chenyi: "Yi Shao, fortunately, the wound is not very deep, and the blood has stopped. I will just bandage the young master again. "

"Okay." Mo Chenyi couldn't hear any emotions in his voice. He usually talks very little, so naturally everyone is not concerned.

The doctor bandaged Xiaobai. Xiaobai didn't cry or make trouble. He was always so calm. Even if the wound was a little bit painful, he didn't seem to care about it.

Xiao Bai was only three years old. If he were another three-year-old child, I am afraid that seeing so much blood, he would have cried and didn't know what it was like.

But Xiao Bai didn't care at all.

The doctor quickly bandaged him, and then said to Mo Chenyi: "Young Master Yi, it's okay. In the evening, I will change the medicine for the young master again."

"Good." Mo Chenyi still said few words.

The babysitter was terrified at the side. Just now, she had been watching with trepidation. If something happened to the young master, she might not be able to stay in Jingzhou City.