Chapter 340 You can't entertain friends when you're sick
Mao Mao warmly invited her two friends to her home.
Once inside, she didn't bother to entertain her friends; instead, she hurriedly wandered around with the bouquet of flowers in her arms.
Mao Mao ran from one end to the other, her little voice calling anxiously, "Mother! Mother!"
Xia Xiaoxiang was called out by her and immediately saw that she was holding a bouquet full of flowers. The bouquet wasn't very big, but Mao Mao was so small that she had to open her arms to hold it. Behind the bright and beautiful flowers, an even brighter little face was visible.
The other ladies also came running out when they heard her voice: "What's wrong? Mao Mao?"
"Look!" Mao Mao held up the bouquet of flowers, her bright eyes peeking out from behind the blossoms: "Mao Mao received flowers!"
"Oh my, it's so beautiful!" the ladies exclaimed. "Who sent it to you?"
My uncle gave it to me.
The ladies exchanged glances.
They shared the same thought as Lou Hongjian.
People at least bring flowers when visiting someone in the hospital, but their son only plays with Mao Mao, making her even sicker. No wonder he always loses out to others.
Out of respect for Marshal Lou, the wives didn't say these words aloud, but instead praised, "Mr. Nie's gift is really wonderful."
"When I'm sick, seeing a beautiful bouquet of flowers can make me feel much better."
If Mao Mao had a tail, it would be wagging right now.
Although it was a compliment to Uncle, Uncle is Mao Mao's good friend, so Mao Mao is happy too.
"Mother," Mao Mao handed the bouquet again, her big, dark eyes looking at them eagerly, "Set it up."
Xia Xiaoxiang understood.
She found a pretty vase, filled it with water, and put the fresh flowers in it. After arranging the flowers, the third concubine even helped her tidy them up.
It was clearly the same bunch of flowers, but after the third concubine arranged them, they seemed to become even more beautiful, exceptionally vibrant, and charming.
"Be careful." Xia Xiaoxiang handed the vase full of flowers to Mao Mao, looking at her with some concern: "Do you need me to help you?"
Mao Mao shook her head: "No."
As she spoke, she carried the vase and swayed as she walked towards the living room.
The vase full of flowers was very tall. When Mao Mao held it in her arms, the blooming flowers almost blocked her view, making it impossible for her to see the road ahead. She took careful steps, like a slow and hesitant little turtle.
To the two guests, it was as if a long-legged vase had walked in.
The two quickly stood up, took the vase from Mao Mao's hand, and placed it on the coffee table.
"Thank you so much, Miss Mao Mao." Nie Zhengyun said with a smile, "I am truly honored that Miss Mao Mao likes my gift so much."
Mao Mao's eyes sparkled, and she nodded her little head vigorously: "The flowers are pretty, Mao Mao likes them."
Shen Zhaolin looked bewildered: "How could I not have thought of that? Besides food and toys, I could also give Mao Mao a bouquet of beautiful flowers."
The gift was so unexpected that he was quite surprised when he first saw it.
Nie Zhengyun said calmly, "Since Miss Mao Mao likes it, I will send her a new bouquet after this one has withered."
Lou Hongjian's lips twitched, and he quickly said, "No need to trouble Mr. Nie, we can buy it for Mao Mao too."
Nie Zhengyun: "It's no trouble at all, as long as Miss Mao is happy."
Lou Hongjian: "..."
He thought to himself: Mao Mao is happy, but Daddy isn't.
If Dad is unhappy, he's the one who'll suffer!
Thinking of this, Lou Hongjian seemed to see himself being scolded in the future. He rubbed his nose and couldn't help but sneeze.
If I had known, he shouldn't have been lazy at home and should have gone to the art gallery instead.
Seeing him sneeze, Shen Zhaolin quickly looked at Mao Mao: "Mao Mao, how are you feeling? Are you still feeling unwell?"
Mao Mao obediently said, "I'm not feeling unwell, I'm fine."
"real?"
Shen Zhaolin reached out and touched her forehead, saying uncertainly, "It still seems a little hot?"
Nie Zhengyun asked, "What did the Second Young Master say?"
"My brother gave me medicine and said I'll be better soon. Once I'm better, I can go to kindergarten," Mao Mao said. "I'm better!"
The two of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Lou Ershao is a doctor. With Lou Ershao around, if he says it's all better, then Mao Mao must be getting better soon.
Putting everything else aside, just looking at the little girl in front of me, so full of energy, I knew she was alright.
It seems he's not as seriously ill as the third young master in the building next door.
Mao Mao was still running around happily.
A moment later, she brought out a plate of snacks from the kitchen: "Uncle, please eat."
He then brought out a pot of hot tea from the kitchen: "Uncle, please have some."
He huffed and puffed, then bent over and dragged his toy box over as well: "Uncle, you can play with this."
Mao Mao warmly welcomed her friends, her little face flushed from running around: "Uncle, is there anything else you want?"
"That's enough."
Nie Zhengyun poured her a cup of tea, and Shen Zhaolin pulled the panting girl to sit down on the sofa, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
“We’re here to visit you in the hospital.” Shen Zhaolin said with a smile, “Mao Mao, you’re a patient, so you don’t need to entertain us. What you need most is to rest well. We can take care of everything else ourselves.”
"Huh?" Mao Mao blinked.
Is it wrong to entertain friends when you're sick?
Mao Mao asked somewhat unfamiliarly, "What can you do when you're sick?"
"patient……"
Shen Zhaolin picked up the book he had brought: "You can listen to us tell you stories."
Nie Zhengyun picked up a toy from her toy box: "You can also let us play with you."
Mao Mao suddenly realized.
"oh!"
This is great!
Shen Zhaolin opened the storybook: "Then I'll read you a story. Once upon a time, there was a..."
Lou Hongjian looked at his younger sister sitting between the two big shots. His little bundle of joy was flanked by the two of them. Every time he spoke, Mao Mao's attention was completely drawn to the two of them. He tried several times to find an opportunity to join the conversation, but he couldn't.
He looked back helplessly out of the reception room.
Even in this state, do you still want him to stay with you?
Whether he's there or not, it doesn't seem to make any difference, right?
The first wife gave him a gentle yet firm look from outside the door: Stay with me!
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Lou Hongjian poured himself a cup of tea and looked rather forlorn as a decorative object.
While listening intently to the conversation of the three people on the other end, lest he inadvertently trick Mao Mao into making any promises or unwittingly recognizing a godfather while she was sick, he gulped down hot tea to clear his dizzy head.
He didn't know if it was because Shen Zhaolin's voice was so soothing that he felt sleepy.
Achoo!
Dad, why aren't you home yet?
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