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Weiwei immediately buried her face in her arms and cried, "Auntie, quickly save daddy! Blood! There's so much blood! Hurry up and save daddy! Otherwise, he'll ignore me! I'm so scared! I'm so afraid that he'll ignore me …"

There were no lights in the room, only the weak light coming in from outside the window shone on him. He could clearly see the blood on Shui Jun's chest, holding Weiwei, Mo Xiao reached out to switch on the light, 'shua', the once familiar room lit up with light, and she found that everything was the same as before she left, except that the color of the blood was gone.

"Daddy …" Weiwei looked at Shui Jun's bloodied chest, her face pale with fright.

Mo Xiao stretched out his hand to feel the water. He was still alive.

When her gaze fell on him again, she was immediately stunned by his injuries.

It was a gunshot wound.

"Who fired the gun?"

Weiwei sobbed, "Daddy..." Daddy doesn't … "Don't let me say it."

Forget it, don't make things difficult for the child. She was already frightened, "Don't be afraid. With auntie here, Daddy will be fine."

Mo Xiao found his phone first and dialed An Feng's number. He said calmly to An Feng, "An Feng, he's hurt. He's shot. You came to that villa in the suburbs. Did you know that?"

An Feng was surprised. "I know. He often goes there. I'll go there immediately."

After putting down the phone, Mo Xiao also carried Weiwei to the next room. Sure enough, there was a medical kit there, and nothing had changed. He put Weiwei beside him, took a pair of horses from the medical kit, and carefully cut off Shuijun's vision coat.

When she finally saw the bloody wound, she let out a breath. Luckily, it wasn't a fatal wound, otherwise, he would have long since been dead.

He lit up the alcohol lamp and sterilized the scalpel in his hand. Mo Xiao was about to make his move, but suddenly, Weiwei said in surprise, "Daddy is awake. Look, he's looking at you."

Originally, Mo Xiao's gaze was on Shui Junwen's wounds. After saying that, Weiwei subconsciously looked up and saw Shui Junwen's eyes. Sure enough, he was looking at her. Her lips moved, and she spoke in a low voice, "You want to remove the bullet?"

"Mm, if you don't believe me, I can make 110 calls for you now. Also, An Feng is about to arrive." But she knew that the longer the injury dragged on, the slower it would heal, so she might as well take out the bullet earlier. She had been in the hospital for five years, and she had also been a volunteer there for five years.

He pursed his lips as his eyes lit up. After which, he said in a low voice, "Alright, go ahead."

"Do you want to bite something?" He had always thought that the other party had fainted. In the end, it was highly likely that the other party was still conscious. However, he had only just opened his eyes now.

"No …" "With..."

Anyhow, it was him who was in pain, not her.

After checking all the preparations, Mo Xiao calmly glanced at the wound again. The scalpel in his hand dropped down accurately onto the man's flesh …

The corner of her clothes was tightly grasped by Weiwei. She was scared out of her wits.

However, the man under the scalpel didn't even make a sound. He just quietly lied on the carpet, as if he was enjoying a massage.

His shiny black eyes stared at the busy Mo Xiaoyi. The corner of his mouth gradually curved into a smile. He was actually smiling at such a time.

The bullet landed on the ground, along with the blood. Mo Xiao finally felt relieved, feeling the sweat on her forehead. She raised her arm to wipe the sweat off her forehead. When she looked up, she saw Shui Junzhi smiling.

It was a very demonic smile.

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Yes."

"Alright, then I'll bandage it for you." He really was made of iron. Since he wasn't afraid of pain, she didn't need to be careful. How tired was she?

The thin powder evenly sprinkled on his wounds, then she took the gauze and wrapped it around his wounds. In that instant, she really didn't care if he was in pain or not.

"Auntie, can you be a bit more gentle?" Just as she was about to wrap the gauze slowly, a small hand tugged at the corner of her clothes. "Auntie, Daddy will hurt. It will really hurt." Weiwei's heart ached.

At this moment, Mo Xiao realized he made a mistake. "Weiwei, don't worry. Auntie will be a bit gentler. Go watch TV. Your dad's wounds should be treated soon."

"No need, I want to stay with dad." Weiwei was so stubborn that she didn't want to leave. She stared fixedly at Shui Junwen with her big eyes. "Daddy, does it hurt?" She caressed his face with her small hand and said, "Auntie said she would be lighter. If you feel pain, just bite Weiwei's finger, okay?" As he spoke, he placed his pinky next to his lips.

Her white fingers were transparent, but they were still so small. Mo Xiao frowned and said to Shui Jun, "Let her watch TV."

"No, she's used to it."

Shui Junwen spoke softly, as if he was talking to the air, but it made Mo Xiao shudder. "What did you say? Did you get used to it?" Was Weiwei already used to this kind of scene?

"Heh, I'm fine." Shui Junwen closed her eyes that were filled with smiles, "Weiwei, dad will sleep for a while, just for a moment. Stay here with auntie, let Uncle An send you home when he arrives."

"No! I want to stay here with dad! I don't want to leave!"

"Good boy, listen to father, I'm tired." Shui Jun Jue couldn't even keep his eyes open. It was already a miracle that he could still speak so much after being shot and shot.

Mo Xiao also reached out to hug Weiwei, "Here, let auntie carry her."

"No, I don't want you to carry me. I don't want to go with you. I want to stay with dad. I don't want to go home. I don't want to see Mommy. It's her. She left …"

"Weiwei, shut up." He had been about to fall asleep, yet he suddenly shouted at Weiwei with his eyes closed.

But, Weiwei's words clearly meant something. Mo Xiao glanced at the bullets on the ground and his heart raced, "Weiwei, your mom fired the gun?"

Weiwei opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Shui Junzhi said, "You promised Dad."

Weiwei's nose twitched, and she lowered her head. "Okay, I won't say it, but I don't want to go home." Tears of grievance flowed down his face, and his face looked like a kitten's.

Mo Xiao's heart ached. She didn't dare to be too intimate with Weiwei. She really couldn't hold the sense of the water king. After thinking for a while, she tried asking, "How about you go to auntie's house?"

"No, no, I want to be with Daddy, where Daddy is, where I am." He wasn't sure if it was because of fear or not, but the more the little guy cried, the fiercer he became. He was just trying his best not to cry.

Looking at Weiwei, Mo Xiao was also thinking about forcing her to stay home. She didn't feel safe leaving a child at home, but she couldn't bear to leave Weiwei. She clenched her teeth and waited until An Feng arrived before deciding.

"Come, let auntie hug you. Uncle An will be here soon."

The man was quiet now. This time, he seemed to have really fallen asleep, the even breathing sounds resounded in the room, his expression was very bad, Mo Xiao also frowned, she really couldn't figure out the relationship between the water sovereign's perception and Yuan Run Qing, he must love Yuan Run Qing very much, so even if Yuan Run Qing shot him, he would endure it, how deep does love need to be for tolerance?

However, that kind of woman was not worth his suffering. What a malicious woman, not only did she do it to him that time, but now she had actually done it to her own husband as well.

This was the first time he was so close to his daughter, and even smelled the scent of Weiwei's body. She was very excited, "Be good, don't cry, your dad might be fine, maybe you just need to sleep, be good, if you're tired, then go to sleep, auntie will accompany you."

Weiwei was still crying.

His hand lightly patted Weiwei's back. Mo Xiao also hummed the lullaby that he had sung countless times to the strong guys before. "Feng Er Qing, Yue Er Ming, the leaves cover the windows …"

The sleeping Weiwei was very quiet like a kitten, hugging Weiwei. Mo Xiao didn't want to let go of Weiwei anymore, so she kept hugging Weiwei like this, but just when there were only three people breathing quietly in the room, her phone suddenly rang. She was afraid to wake up Shuijun and Weiwei.

She was afraid that she would wake up Shui Junzhi and Weiwei.

She had forgotten that Qiang Qiang was at home alone …

Weiwei moved in her arms and went back to sleep. As for the water lord's sleep on the bed, it was really too deep for her to react.

That was the happiest half hour of Mo Xiao's life. He guarded his daughter with his face pressed against her face. It wasn't until An Feng walked in that she was jolted awake.

"Did you deal with the young master's injuries?"

"Ah …" Mo Xiao was also stunned. He looked away from his daughter's face and turned to face An Feng. "Yes, I'm done."

"Then I will send Miss Mo back."

"No need, I'll go back by myself." Mo Xiao also knew that he would never be reluctant to leave Weiwei. Otherwise, if anyone could see her feelings for Weiwei, they would definitely find out her real identity.

"No, we can't get a taxi around here. I'll drive you there."

Glancing down at Weiwei, she shook her head. "There's really no need. I can go back by myself."

"How about I take you to a place where you can call a car?" An Feng said worriedly, "It's really not easy to take a taxi around here. I didn't run into any cars on the way here."