Mo Yun catches him quickly and is very happy.

Xiao Ping'an still remembers her and still likes her very much. She is so flattered.

And the little guy also tightly hugged her body, and the little head kept dawdling in her shoulder socket.

Moyun was tickled by him, and he said with a spoiled smile: "baby, it's very nice for you to remember your aunt. My aunt miss you very much recently, but she doesn't have time to come to see you. Do you miss me? "

Little Ping An nods hard, and raises her head to look at her. He also extended his small hand to touch her face, which made Moyun's heart more soft.

Su San was surprised. "I didn't expect Xiao Ping'an to like Miss Luo so much. He usually doesn't care! We all thought he was an autistic kid. "

Moyun shook his head firmly: "he is not autistic. I think he is a very smart child."

"Yes?" Su San is confused. Why didn't he see it?

Little Ping'an didn't care what they said at all, just immersed in their joy, and kept stroking Moyun's face with his little hand. He seemed interested in her appearance, and he could see that he liked her very much.

Moyun also liked him very much. She sat down with him and showed him all the gifts she had bought for him.

"Baby, these are all gifts that my aunt bought for you. Do you like them?" Moyun asked him expectantly.

Little Ping An looks at these gifts and nods.

"Do you have anything I like very much? I'll buy it for you next time." Moyun asked him.

Then the little guy's fingers pointed out all the gifts, which means he liked them all.

"Well, I'll buy it for you next time!" Moyun said happily that he had a feeling that he wanted to give the whole world to him.

In order to cherish the time with the little guy, Moyun played a game with him for a while.

But Xiao Ping'an's health is very bad. After playing for a while, he feels very tired, weak and coughing constantly.

Su San immediately said nervously, "he can't play. Let him have a rest. His body can't bear it."

"What's the matter with him?" Moyun was very distressed and asked, "why do you get sick when you are so young, and what kind of disease is it? Can't even doctor Su cure it? "

Su San sighed: "little peace is a disease brought out of the womb. It's said that he almost died when he was born. Later, many ways were used to make him live. But it's the third poison of the medicine. He took too many drugs, so his health was very bad, and he would get sick every once in a while, so he had to take good care of his illness, or... "

Moyun's face changed.

She didn't expect that Xiao Ping'an had such a serious illness at such a young age. In fact, this kind of disease can't say what it is. It's a kind of disease with poor physique, no wind, no cold and no tiredness. In a word, it's a kind of disease that will collapse after several steps.

And if you don't pay attention to it, you will be terminally ill or even die.

This kind of disease must be well recuperated, spend a lot of money to maintain, otherwise it will worsen

Even this kind of disease can hardly be cured, because it is a problem of his constitution. Only by completely changing his constitution can he be cured.

Mo Yun has now developed a regenerative medicine that can change people's physique, but it can't be used for him at all.

He is so small that he can't bear the strong medicine.

Even if he grows up, he may not be able to bear it.

The pill of life can't be used by him, he can't bear it.