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Mr. Luo shouted angrily: "You two, if you want to eat, eat. If you don't want to eat, go back to your room."
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In her forty years of life, Lao Bailian has never suffered such a cruel defeat from a man, right? His face turned red.
Luo Xiaobai was enjoying the show when the landline at home suddenly rang, and Butler Li shouted: "Miss, Mr. Gu's phone number."
When Luo Xiaobai heard that it was Gu Lingheng, his good mood was interrupted immediately.
What is he doing here? In the era of artificial intelligence, wouldn¡¯t it be nice to dial a mobile phone directly?
The little girl angrily stuffed a mouthful of crispy pork and glanced at Mr. Luo. As a result, the folds on his face were now blooming, and he looked happy.
Her face burned instantly.
What kind of look is this?
"Grandpa, don't eat what you can't eat secretly."
As he said that, he trotted to the living room and picked up the phone, saying in an angry tone: "What are you doing?"
"I'll ask Bai Chuan to pick you up tomorrow, and Yue Sheng will have a checkup."
Gu Lingheng's cello-like voice came through the phone line, and Luo Xiaobai's heartbeat inadvertently accelerated.
She could feel that there were several pairs of eyes watching her from behind, and the tips of her ears were getting hotter and hotter.
"I don't have time. The injuries on your back are all healed. You can stay with me."
After saying that, Luo Xiaobai was about to hang up, and heard him say again: "I am in country M."
He went abroad?
Going back to see his ex-wife again?
Luo Xiaobai's hand paused for a moment, and then he heard a sudden noise over there, a series of shouts in English: "Hurry, hurry, the patient has secondary cardiopulmonary failure."
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The phone is disconnected.
Luo Xiaobai looked confused and frowned.
Cardiopulmonary failure, so serious, who is it?
She absentmindedly returned to the table, where Bai Yueshan and Wu Yiyi had already sat down.
Wu Yiyi was sitting next to her. When she saw her coming back, she picked up a bowl, filled her with a bowl of soup, and brought it to her.
"Sister, drink soup," Tiantian said.
Luo Xiaobai was not interested in this kind of bland soup. She took it easily, and the bowl fell directly into Wu Yiyi's hand.
"Ah!" Wu Yiyi screamed and jumped up. The bone china bowl fell on the dining table, and the soup splashed half of the table.
Bai Yueshan also shouted and ran over, holding up Wu Yiyi's hand.
"Oh, what should I do? It's going to bubble now. There's a piano competition next month. Why can't you even hold a soup?"
Wu Yiyi shrank and began to cry pitifully: "I, I thought my sister was in control. It's all my fault. I was careless."
Ah.
??In what age are you still playing the game of Niu Colu and Zhen Huan!
Luo Xiaobai stood up. She was about the same height as Wu Yiyi.
But the little girl Tingting stood there with a naturally arrogant temperament that Wu Yiyi could never match in her whole life.
Luo Xiaobai smiled contemptuously: "Wu Yiyi, do you mean I did it on purpose?"
Wu Yiyi trembled, her tears fell even more fiercely, she looked like a frightened little rabbit, shaking her head vigorously.
"My sister didn't, it was me. It was all due to my own carelessness."
"You are indeed careless! Because if I want to splash you, I will definitely splash it on your face!" Luo Xiaobai took the empty bowl on the table and made a splashing motion.
Wu Yiyi hid subconsciously, a fierce look flashed in her eyes, and she hid in Bai Yueshan's arms.
Bai Yueshan had a distressed look on her face. She looked at Mr. Luo and saw that he had a plain face and was eating porridge as if he hadn't seen anything. He didn't even raise his eyebrows.
She had to hold back her anger and faced Luo Xiaobai with a flattering smile.
"Xiaobai, this girl Yiyi is stupid and has a stupid mouth. Don't get along with her. Auntie will serve you soup."
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