“The doctor said the fetal image is solid, and it will be fine after a few more days of nurturing.” Larissa sat on thepanion chair by the bed, her eyes imploring, “It’s you, you are alone in Jiangnan, big brother and I are not at ease with you.”
Deangelo, who was standing behind her, had a dark look on his face. He looked back and forth between Larissa and Dixon and silently turned around and walked out of the ward, taking the door with him.
Dixon faced Larissa with a mood of boredom, “Since you have a child, you should follow the doctor’s advice and keep the baby at home.”
He said, his clear, crisp eyes met Larissa’s dense, watery eyes, “You should know the importance of children.”
There is a threat in the words.
But you can’t wake up a person who is pretending to sleep.
Larissa was immersed in it, reassuring herself that Dixon meant to take care of the child, after all, it was the fruit of her love for him.
Dixon must love the child.
Love the house, naturally, also love her.
“I’ve been dutifully hooked up to folic acid and taking all kinds of supplements to regte my body.”
Larissa gathered her white tweed coat, feeling a little ufortable with the fact that Gangnam City was much colder than L City. “It’s very cold here, you should take good care of your body.”
Dixon, “Yeah.”
“It’s almost New Year’s Eve, I asked the doctor and he said you can go home before New Year’s Eve. I’m with my big brother and mom, waiting for you at home.” She said.
Dixon’s eyes looked straight ahead for a moment, and his eyebrows drew together slightly.
Mom?
Heh, that was a quick change of tone.
“The doctor said I’ll only be out for a few hours, so I’ll stay with you for a while, then I’m going back to L City with my big brother.” Larissa sped her hands together, her nails digging uneasily, and hung her head and murmured, “Actually, I’d like to stay here with you, but Mom won’t let me. She’s worried about ‘our’ baby.”
Listening to her words, Dixon’s face grew sullen, impatience written between his eyebrows.
He didn’t even want to pay attention to Larissa at the end.
So, hey down on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.
Next to his ears, Larissa’s ramblings continued, and soon Deangelo came in.
Dixon went from fake sleep to real sleep.
When he woke up again after a few hours, there were no longer two people in the room.
He asked Queenie, who was sitting on the couch, “They’re gone?”
Queenie, who was ying with her phone, looked up, “Well, they just left a while ago. Probably not out of the hospital yet, do you want me to go call them back?”
“No need.”
Dixon refused.
Lying in bed, he was bored, holding his phone and swiping through small videos, only to feel dull and boring.
Sliding the phone back to the main interface, looking at the dozens of messages on the main WeChat signal, he didn’t even bother to nce at it, and opened the small WeChat number, which was also his work number.
This micro signal only deals with the business of thepany under his own name.
He clicked on the micro signal, looked at thepany group, and asked the management about thepany, and was relieved to learn that everything was okay.
He was bored and was pulling on WeChat when he inadvertently nced at ‘shake near people’.
He shook his phone in a ghostly way because he was bored.
Click, click –
The phone made a special sound effect, and then several people nearby appeared.
The APP automatically rmended are some girls, looking at the clear beauty avatar, Dixon disgusted frown, up a slide, there is an evening red head into the eyes.Original content from N?velDrama.Org.
Screen name: Time Goes By; Age 99; Address: Gangnam City.
The particr screen name attracted his attention, or perhaps the deepest part of his heart was attached to someone or something.
He added the other person’s micro signal.
Downstairs, in the inpatient floor of the obstetrics and gynecology department, Sophie is ying with her cell phone to pass the time.