When the story of the little milk ball being scared by the bamboo green snake was posted on Weibo by the marketing account, it became the little milk ball being bitten by the bamboo green snake. Suddenly, many people paid attention to it, and the entry instantly became a hot search. Not only Lu Xiangwan and Ran Feng saw it, but also Qin Younian and the entire Qin family saw it.

Not to mention Mu Qingji, who directly abandoned Gu Jingyu after knowing this, turned around and went out to stand on the balcony to call Xiaonaituanzi. Gu Jingyu was a little confused, but did not stop him. Instead, he calmly drank tea and wondered who was the person that Mu Qingji cared so much about?

Here, the pediatric doctor prepared some medicine for the little boy, but his temperature did not go down and he was still crying intermittently. His crying made Song Lianqing very heartbroken.

"Teacher Song, if he has any toys he likes, give them to him to divert his attention." The pediatrician felt very distressed when she heard the little boy's hoarse voice. "If he doesn't have toys, food will do."

After hearing this, Song Lianqing first thought of the little boy's favorite candies and cucumbers, so he said, "Doctor, can you help me get some candies and cucumbers? He likes these."

After hearing this, the pediatric doctor walked to the place designated by Song Lianqing and brought out the candies and cucumbers. Song Lianqing gave the food to the little baby. When the little baby saw the green cucumbers, he seemed to think of the bamboo green pit viper. He fearfully burrowed into Song Lianqing's arms, his voice filled with tears.

"Snake...don't want the candy...Daddy will take it away..."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, Dad won't take this," Song Lianqing handed the cucumber and candy to the pediatrician, hugged the little kid and patted his back, feeling distressed and guilty, "Don't cry, there is no snake in the house, Dad will help you drive it away."

The pediatric doctor saw that the food was of no use and Song Lianqing was also very anxious, so she simply looked for it herself. She looked around and her eyes were fixed on the little Mr. Bear in **. She remembered that when she was watching the live broadcast, the little guy liked this little Mr. Bear very much.

The pediatric doctor walked to the bedside and picked up Mr. Bear. When she did so, she discovered that there seemed to be a lot of herbs in Mr. Bear's body, but the fur was too thick for ordinary people to feel. These herbs smelled like calming and soothing herbs, and they could nourish the body. She paused, was pleasantly surprised, and expressed her appreciation for the person who gave her this little bear.

"Little Candy," the pediatrician brought Mr. Bear to the little kid and waved it in front of him with a smile, "Look, Mr. Bear wants to play with you. Look at him. Do you want to hug him?"

When the little boy heard the words "Mr. Little Bear", some memories of his chat with Mu Qingji were finally awakened. He came out of Song Lianqing's arms, and his red and pitiful little face was exposed in front of the two of them.

The little kid opened his big tearful eyes and looked at the little bear in the pediatrician's hand. He blinked his big eyes and cried a lot less. He stretched out his hands and said in a soft and slightly hoarse voice, "Hug me."

Seeing that Little Dumpling was interested, the pediatric doctor quickly put Mr. Bear into Little Dumpling's arms. Little Dumpling hugged his beloved Mr. Bear and finally stopped crying, only sobbing occasionally.

Seeing this, Song Lianqing and the pediatrician breathed a sigh of relief. The pediatrician made a gesture to Song Lianqing, indicating that he should take the little baby to **. Seeing Song Lianqing nodded, she left the room.

Mu Qingji's hands were extremely fast and he got through to Little Naitianzi before Qin Younian. At that time, Little Naitianzi was lying on the bed, hugging Mr. Little Bear and curled up in a ball with a wronged look on his face.

The little boy was startled when he heard the sound of his cell phone. Song Lianqing quickly patted his shoulder and comforted him in a gentle voice, "Baby, it's okay, it's okay, it's the cell phone ringing. Just go to sleep and everything will be fine when you wake up."

Song Lianqing said as he took the little kid's phone. He paused when he saw the word "brother" and was about to hang up when the little kid's little hand grabbed his arm and said pitifully in a hoarse little voice, "Dad, I want to answer..."

"Okay, here you go."

Although Song Lianqing felt that this "brother" was a bit disturbing to the little girl, he still let him answer the phone. He was just about to eavesdrop on the call to see who it was when his cell phone vibrated. The vibration was set for Qin Younian.

Song Lianqing frowned, guessing that this person must know about Little Candy's situation. He took out his cell phone, but did not answer the call. Instead, he sent a message directly. He could not leave at the moment and had to stay with the little guy. The first point was to accompany Little Candy, and the second point was to eavesdrop on who this "brother" was.

The little girl was lying on the bed, holding Mr. Little Bear, with her back to Song Lianqing, and curled up in the quilt. Then she answered Mu Qingji's call with tears in her eyes, "Brother."

The moment the hoarse, crying voice of the little kid reached Mu Qingji's ears, it was as if ten thousand sharp needles were piercing his heart, making him feel heartbroken. His eyes were trembling, and gloomy and bloodthirsty emotions quickly spread to his pupils.

"Guoguo, don't be afraid, brother will talk to you."

When the little boy heard Mu Qingji's voice, he suddenly felt very wronged. He pouted and wanted to cry again. He reached out to wipe his tears and said in a milky voice, "Will brother always accompany little Tangguo?"

"Well, brother will always be with you."

Mu Qingji was standing on the balcony. After he said this, he suddenly felt the gaze of a wild beast. Looking in his sight, he met the eyes of a bamboo green snake that had climbed onto the balcony unscrupulously.

After the bamboo green snake looked at Mu Qingji, it suddenly shuddered, turned around and tried to run, but failed to escape. It was grabbed by the seven inches with bare hands. Before it could twist its hands, its vital parts were strangled.

Note: Please protect wild animals and do not kill or raise them illegally. The above content is purely for plot needs. The author is a coward and has never done such a thing. If you don’t like it, please don’t criticize!

Mu Qingji was holding the dying Zhuyeqing with his bare hands while chatting tenderly with the little kid. There was a strong contrast between his actions and words, which made others feel terrified when they saw it.

Little Naitiantuanzi and Mu Qingji chatted about other things intermittently for a long time before Little Naitiantuanzi forgot about the horror of the snake and fell asleep due to the effect of the drug.

"Guoguo?"

Mu Qingji called out to the little girl, but she didn't respond. However, her even breathing could be heard from the other side of the phone. He paused but didn't hang up.

Seeing that the little boy had fallen asleep, Song Lianqing picked up his phone. Before he could say a word to Mu Qingji, he heard him say, "I think not turning it off can prevent others from calling and disturbing him. What do you think?"

Song Lianqing was stunned for a moment after hearing what Mu Qingji said, then he frowned. For some reason, he felt a little disgusted with this guy. Obviously, what he said was not wrong. He shook his head, thinking that he was overthinking, and whispered, "Okay, you promise not to make any noise."

"I promise."

Mu Qingji's voice was crisp and firm. Song Lianqing didn't say anything else, but just put the phone on the bedside table at the end of the little girl. Mu Qingji heard the noise, turned back into the room, and threw the bamboo leaf green in his hand to Gu Jingyu.

After Gu Jingyu took it, he gave him a thumbs up with shining eyes, then turned and left without saying anything. Mu Qingji returned to his room and locked the door.

Mu Qingji listened to the little kid's breathing and wiped his hands with an alcohol wipe. His brows were furrowed, never relaxing at all. He silently memorized the things that the little kid was afraid of, and secretly vowed that he would never let him encounter them again.