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In the ward.

Dr. Zhao looked at the red-faced father and son duo, who were half lying on the sickbed. He scratched his head as if he had nothing to live for, and glanced at his mother from time to time.

Yes, mother usually saw her grandson making a ruckus and scolded him a long time ago, but why was there no movement today?

Old Zhao's mother passed the chicken soup to her calmly. With a gratified look in her eyes, she commented, "society is much bolder. I remember a few years ago, society didn't dare to talk to their father."

Dr. Zhao laughed dryly, "Yes, but …" Now isn't the time to discuss this, is it?

"Eh? My grandson looks even darker than his father. "

"Yes, in the sun."

"It's dark, but as for boys, it's not good to be too white!"

"Mom …" Dr. Zhao could not help but cry out: "These two people are about to fight, aren't you going to persuade them?"

"Persuade what? Who told you two to be so unreliable and fool your children. "Tell me, have I lied to you since I was young?"

Dr. Zhao drank the soup awkwardly. Hmm, who would have thought that his own child would be so easy to fool.

She heard the door open and looked up.

Seeing Ning Qing push open the door and enter, she quickly changed the topic, "Mom, this is a comrade from my office, Ning Qing."

Ning Qing saw Dr. Zhao waving to her excitedly, and suddenly felt that he did not come at the right time.

Seeing that Auntie Ning had entered, Zhao Shehui snorted and ignored his father, walking over to his maternal grandma's side and sitting down.

Seeing this, Dr. Zhao heaved a sigh of relief.

She knew that her son still had some face in front of Ning Qing.

Ning Qing greeted Mother Zhao and asked about the society in a light voice.

"Brother Zhao, are you coming to the cafeteria to eat with me?"

When she called herself by her social name, she was a bit frivolous, but not repugnant, and quite interesting.

Zhao Shehui looked at the time and shook his head, "I asked Xiangdang and the others to help me cook. I want to go back to school to eat."

After saying that, he looked at his father who was waiting for him with a resentful look and ran towards the door.

Ning Qing looked at Brother Zhao's figure and laughed as he shook his head. Then, he shifted his gaze to Dr. Zhao and laughed.

"Dr. Zhao, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Dr. Zhao said snappily: "My heart isn't feeling well."

"Hmm? "Come on, I'm a surgeon after all. I'll help you see how this myocardial infarction came about."

"Stop with your blabbering. Don't you know how I got here?"

Dr. Zhao chided as he lightly patted his friend's hand.

Mother Zhao pointed at her daughter and said to Ning Qing: "Xiao Qing, you should show her your brain! "Just tell the child what you're carrying and it'll be fine. Is it fun for the two adults to work together to trick a teenage child?"

Dr. Zhao coughed twice in embarrassment.

If she were to directly tell Zhao Shehui that she was pregnant with a little brother, that brat would flip the sky on the spot.

Afterwards, she wanted to explain the situation to Regimental Commander Zhao clearly, but she was busy with different things everyday and had long forgotten about it.

Ning Qing would never let her good friend lose face in front of an elder. After all, this was someone's family matter, so she couldn't say much.

"This child is whiter than Brother Zhao."

She walked to the bedside and looked at the child sleeping peacefully. After looking at him carefully, she looked at Dr. Zhao and said, "Your mouth is quite similar to yours."

"Yes, my second son still looks like me overall. Society will follow his father." Dr. Zhao thought for a moment, then added, "Especially the dark."

Regimental Commander Zhao was stabbed a few times, and smiled at his wife, "Where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

Mama Zhao didn't like the two of them being so bored at this kind of occasion. "I'm here, go do whatever you need to do."

The pitiful Regimental Commander Zhao had wanted to see his wife in the first place.

He fought with his son the moment he arrived, and after a long struggle, he was driven away by his mother-in-law without saying much.

Ranran laid on the table, holding onto his chin with one hand, he nodded without pausing. With the help of Third Elder Brother, he slept slowly.

Hm, the most accurate thing was —

Because her Third Elder Brother's words were too ugly, she was requested by Ms. Da to write a few more times. Others would write the wrong words many times.

She had been taught those things by her mother since she was young, and they had long since been engraved in her mind.

Because he didn't sleep well last night, he was now drowsy.

Just as the girl was about to fall asleep, Wang Mo, who was behind her, pointed at her back without batting an eyelid.

Ranran turned around and looked at the culprit, and her eyes were filled with 'If there's nothing important, I'll sh * t you'.

"What!"

Wang Mo pursed her lips, then chose Xie Qingqing, who was at the same table as her.

Ranran looked at it from Wang Mo's angle, and his original anger was instantly extinguished —

Xie Qingqing laid on his desk and sobbed softly.

It was not big, just nice that she was at the same table, as well as Ranran and Qiu He that was in front.

Ranran asked doubtfully: "Qing Qing, what's wrong? "Where's the discomfort?"

"I, I didn't do well."

Wang Mo lowered his head in disdain.

Other than the Lu brother and sister, who managed to pass the examination? What was there to cry about?

Ranran also felt that this reason to cry was a little lousy, and didn't know how to comfort them. He looked at his brother and Wang Mo, but seeing that they were both ignoring him, he made up his mind and decided to go on stage himself.

"I'm fine. My brother did well in the exam. Didn't he get punished along with you guys?"

Xie Qingqing did not feel comforted at all, "If not for the sudden fever caused by the ingot last night, I would not have been able to study in such a miserable manner today."

"How many are you wrong?"

"Half."

Xie Qingqing sobbed.

She touched her tears and looked at the red cross on the book. She cried even harder.

Wang Mo flipped through his book, and said indifferently: "So what, I'm almost completely wrong."

Xie Qingqing immediately cried even more sorrowfully.

Wang Mo felt that this girl was annoying, truly annoying!

If not for being friends with Lu Ranran, he would have already punched this wailing ghost!

Wang Mo said impatiently: "What are you crying for, these words are all commonly written, it's just two or three groups combined, if you can't remember, you won't be able to remember. It's not like you would write these words after just reading or studying last night."

Truly, he had also seen it yesterday. Since they could both write separately, it wouldn't be the case if they were combined together!

Xie Qingqing knew that with Lu Ranran here, he did not dare do anything to her.

Wang Mo's fists were secretly clenched, he really wanted to hit her! Crying over such a trifling matter.

Ranran, "..."

She thought for a moment and finally said, "It's fine. Just pay attention the next time you take dictation."

Xie Qingqing lowered his head and did not speak. After a long while, he gave a stuffy snort and said: "I will definitely pay attention."

Seeing that she had stopped crying, Ranran turned around.

"You've comforted him?" asked Qiu Jianhan fretfully.

His eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.

His sister had never coaxed anyone since she was young, but she had countless patience with Xie Qingqing.

"Third Elder Brother, why didn't you turn around just now?"

Ranran picked up a pen, casually played with it, and said softly.

"Listening to her cry, my handwriting is all messed up."

Building Gu Zuo Yan.

Ranran sensed his brother's discontent, so he did not continue with this topic, "Then help me block it, I want to sleep for a while."

"En!" Qiu Jianhan casually replied, straightening his body and blocking the teacher's line of sight.

The two of them did not notice that behind them, Xie Qingqing had a strange look in his eyes …