good morning little wife

Chapter 482 The Night of Cohabitation (1)
When Gao Jie fell, at first her mind was on Yan Jue and the two children, so she thought it was just a twist.It hurts, of course, but I didn't take it too seriously.

It wasn't until the car drove all the way to the hospital and the surroundings became quiet that I felt the pain was unbearable, and a layer of cold sweat had already formed on my forehead.

Assistant Zhu couldn't bear to see her gritted her teeth and forbearance. After all, she was old, so she comforted her and said, "Mrs. Sheng, if you hold on a little longer, we'll be in the hospital soon."

Gao Jie nodded.

She and Sheng Xia came to M City, a strange city, for three years. During the past three years, people around her only knew Gao Jie, but they didn't know Sheng Jiye.Thinking back when Sheng Jiye died, she thought she couldn't survive, but because of so many things happened to her daughter, she put all her thoughts on Lin Guo and Lin Guoran.At this moment, Mrs. Sheng's three words are heard in her ears, and it feels like a lifetime away.

"Mrs. Sheng?" Assistant Zhu's voice came again.

She looked at Assistant Zhu in a daze, and heard him ask again: "Why don't you try to see if you can still move?"

Hearing the words, Gao Jie lifted her leg and groaned in pain.

Assistant Zhu couldn't judge anything when he saw this, so he could only urge the driver to drive faster.

Gao Jie looked at the car behind, thinking that sure enough and Guo Guo don't know how they get along with Yan Jue?
What I have to say is that when Shengxia bought this house, he thought very carefully. The location is very close to kindergartens, hospitals, and large supermarkets, and the transportation is very convenient, so they arrived very quickly.

The medical staff helped Gao Jie onto the wheelchair, and the shoes and socks had already been taken off in the consultation room. You could see that the ankle was swollen like a steamed bun, and it hurt just looking at it.Assistant Zhu was always there to see if there was anything needed, while Yan Jue sat at the door with the two little guys.

The scene is like this, Yan Jue is sitting on the plastic seat for people to rest, and the two little guys are looking in through the crack of the door.

"Is grandma okay?" Lin Guoran asked.

"Of course not, the doctor will cure her." Lin Guo replied.

"How do you know?" Lin Guoran was obviously still a little worried, and was very dissatisfied that his brother always seemed to know a little more than himself.

"Stupid, didn't the teacher say that you need to see a doctor when you are sick." Lin Guo really said to her in a contemptuous tone.

"But grandma was injured, not sick." Lin Ruo pouted, and stubbornly wanted to distinguish the difference between injury and illness. In short, he didn't like the feeling of being despised.

Why do I always feel that my brother is smarter than myself?
She doesn't agree!
"If you are injured or sick, you need to see a doctor, otherwise why go to the hospital?" Lin Guo resisted the urge to sigh.

It's not that he said, my sister is really too stupid. He even suspected that he would become a little old man sooner or later if he sighed like this, so he held back in time.

Lin really glanced at his brother, then looked at Yan Jue, ran over and grabbed the hem of his clothes and asked, "Handsome uncle, handsome uncle, injury is different from illness, isn't it?"

Although I knew that I might be wrong, I already knew to ask for help at such a young age. Anyway, every time my grandma couldn't stand her troubles, she would stand by her side.

Although Yan Jue thought this question was silly, she felt that the little person in front of her was very cute, so she touched her head with a smile and asked, "You haven't told me your name yet."

With flesh on the palms and backs of his hands, he cleverly changed the subject.

"My name is Ranran. Both my mother and grandma call me Ranran baby." Lin Ruan replied, easily following his thoughts, completely forgetting the problems he was still struggling with before.

(End of this chapter)