Chapter 687 Allergy

Amidst the harmony, Mo Yunsheng suddenly spoke.

Qiao Yanmeng was stunned for a moment, looked at the other person warily, and said lightly: "He is not used to eating fish."

"Sister, are you worried that I'll feed Chenchen something unclean?" Mo Yunsheng looked aggrieved, and his voice changed. "I've already apologized for what happened before, and Chenchen is just a child. I have no grudge against him, so why would I bully him?"

Qiao Yanmeng thought to herself, one must always be on guard against others.

"You think too much." She said calmly: "Little Milk Tuan doesn't like to eat fish."

After saying this, he wiped his son's head.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and said, "Yes, auntie, I don't like eating fish."

It doesn’t matter, even if he tells lies, he listens to Mommy anyway.

"Okay, Yunsheng, just pick something the child likes." Mo Jianye spoke at the right time and picked up a shrimp for the little kid.

"Chenchen, come here, let grandpa feed you." He smiled kindly.

The little boy subconsciously glanced at his mother, who looked at him tenderly, and he understood.

He approached affectionately and ate the shrimp.

However, it tastes weird.

He didn't swallow it. He stumbled and spit it out while walking back to his seat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Grandpa." He looked embarrassed.

Mo Jianye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He found it so funny that he certainly didn't blame him.

After the meal, everyone was in a happy mood. Even Mrs. Mo, who usually disliked Qiao Yanmeng, looked much better.

Mrs. Mo read with the little baby for a while, and then let Qiao Yanmeng take the baby to take a bath and rest.

"You play for a while, Mommy is going to take a shower." Qiao Yanmeng gave this instruction and went into the bathroom.

The little kid was obediently playing with building blocks in the bedroom. While he was playing, he suddenly felt an itch on his arm. He lifted up his sleeves and found that his arm was covered with red rashes.

He was so frightened that he shouted, "Mommy!"

Qiao Yanmeng heard the sound and came out wrapped in a bath towel, and saw the little kid with a crying face and raised his arms to show her.

"Mommy, my arms are itchy." At this moment, the rash on his body had spread to his neck and even showed signs of appearing on his face.

Qiao Yanmeng's heart skipped a beat. Oh no! After all the precautions, it was still an allergy.

She didn't even have time to change her clothes before calling for an ambulance.

Allergies in small children are very serious. They can cause rashes all over the body, fever and swelling. In more serious cases, they can even go into shock.

"What's going on?" Mo Jianye heard the noise and came out, and saw Qiao Yanmeng walking downstairs with the child in her arms.

"What's wrong with Chenchen?" he asked anxiously, "Did you eat something bad?"

Qiao Yanmeng said in a cold voice: "Dad, Chenchen can't eat mangoes. Is there anything mango-related in the food you made today?"

"Absolutely not." Mo Jinye frowned.

He had clearly told the kitchen several times and given them numerous instructions.

"Okay, I'll take him to the hospital first." Qiao Yanmeng said.

At this time, Madam Mo and Mo Yunsheng also came out. Seeing this scene, both of them showed shocked expressions.

After a while, the ambulance arrived. Qiao Yanmeng carried the little girl into the car, turned around and gave Madam Mo and Mo Yunsheng a cold look.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and Madam Mo frowned and asked, "Why are you looking at us like that?"

Qiao Yanmeng didn't say anything.

When they arrived at the hospital, little Naitian was pushed into the emergency room immediately, and soon after, Zhan Tingbei came.

"What's the matter?" He was covered in dust, and his hair was a little messy, but he still couldn't hide the cool and handsome look in his eyes.

Qiao Yanmeng looked anxious and self-blaming.