"Song Shao, where are you going?"

Mu Xiaoqing was sitting opposite Song Mubai. The two people had spoken well, but they suddenly stood up, as if they had never seen himself.

Hearing Mou Xiaoqing's words, Song Mubai remembered that there were other people in the office.

He tried to suppress the corners of his slightly raised lips, and said, "If anything happens to your father's company in the future, remember to come to Assistant Chen."

After speaking, Song Mubai quickly walked out of the office.

Mou Xiaoqing looked at the man's back, but her heart was full of excitement.

It won't be what she thinks.

Young Master Song, are you going to support her?

The woman is full of surprises when she thinks of this.

Song Mubai didn't let Assistant Chen follow, and drove to the school gate by himself.

Shen Jing looked at Asi's flushed face, and said with concern: "Assi, are you sick? Why is your face so red?"

Assi nodded.

Seeing Song Mubai's news, he lay down on the table with peace of mind.

"Remember to call me after school."

Shen Jing felt very guilty. He felt that it was his infected Asi, and immediately nodded.

"You can rest assured to sleep."

When school was over, Asi carried his schoolbag.

My forehead is a little hot and my head hurts.

After leaving the school gate with Shen Jing, he saw Song Mubai standing at the gate at a glance.

Asi separated from Shen Jing and ran over.

"noob."

As he approached, Asi yelled.

Because of illness, the voice is a little muffled.

The soft tone originally brought these dependencies.

Originally, in Song Mubai's heart, the anger that was angry at seeing A Si with the little boy disappeared instantly when he saw A Si's red cheeks.

"What's wrong? Sick?"

Assi nodded.

Song Mubai stretched out his hand and placed it on her somewhat hot forehead.

"Go, go to the hospital."

With that said, he was about to pick up Assi.

The little girl flashed aside, surrounded by classmates, she didn't want to be picked up by Xiaobai.

"Just go home and drink some medicine, you don't need to go to the hospital."

"Then drink some medicine and sleep. If it's okay, let's go to the hospital tomorrow."

When he arrived in the car, Song Mubai wanted A Si to sit in the back. After all, the back was spacious and he could lie down, but the little girl insisted on sitting in the co-pilot.

She also looked at herself with those wet eyes.

Song Mubai had to agree.

After buckling her seat belt.

Seeing the little girl leaning weakly on the seat, her little hand was still holding the corner of her clothes.

See Song Mubai looking over.

Assi twitched the corners of his mouth.

Softly said: "I want to be next to Xiao Bai."

Her face was flushed, her voice was small, and her eyes were still misty.

Song Mubai felt soft when he heard it.

People are most vulnerable when they are sick.

And when Asi was so dependent on himself when he was at his most vulnerable, this made Song Mubai very happy.

He didn't know why he was so happy.

When she reached the traffic light, she turned her head to see that the little girl had fallen asleep.

The little hand was still holding the corner of his clothes tightly.

He always wears clothes carefully, and there are several sets of exactly the same clothes in the house.

There can hardly be any wrinkles, but the dress is obviously not like it has been held by her.

He lowered his eyes and put his hand on her little hand.

Brows and eyes softened unconsciously.

The soft light of dusk came in through the car window.

Song Mubai unexpectedly thought that in the future, his co-pilot could only be her.

Such a close distance makes him feel uncomfortable for anyone.