C66 (2/2)

”You are?” Xiao Meng Han turned around and looked at Doctor Miao, who had appeared behind him at some point in time. He couldn't tell when she had appeared behind him.

”Doctor Miao, I'll have to trouble you with Xiao Yan's health. How much money do you need for me to get Han Yong to send it over tomorrow?”

Doctor Miao looked at Xiao Meng Han, the eyes behind the glasses were staring at him. Finally, he said, ”I letting her stay has nothing to do with money. You can leave, don't appear near this place for the next few days, Han Yong doesn't even need to come.”

After saying that, she didn't care about whether Xiao Meng Han agreed or not. She gave him a deep look, then directly went past him and opened the back door.

As the night wind blew, Xiao Meng Han's figure stood there like a statue, unmoving for a long time. That glance from Doctor Miao just now made him feel like he was unable to hide from her.

The early morning sun shone onto the small, old building. The figure that had been standing there just a moment ago had already left. Xiao Menghan did not turn around; he wanted to see Han Yong.

She didn't dare to close her eyes until the sky turned white. She placed her hands on her stomach, but there was nothing she could do to stop herself from thinking about what the little life in her stomach would look like.

Miao Siqing had already woken up before his grandmother woke up. He didn't dare to go back home and argue with her. He took a shower in front of the tap and wiped his face with a wet tissue.

”Since when have you been so diligent?” Dr. Miao stretched out his white coat and looked at her grandson who was busying himself in the kitchen.

”Grandmother, you speak as if I were a social worm.” Miao Siqing slowly stirred the porridge and placed the chopped meat into the bowl. Only by doing so would the rice porridge be nutritious and the baby in her stomach be healthier after Little Red ate it.

Miao Siqing's lips curled up when he thought of Mo Xiaoxiao, and the light in his beautiful brown eyes became increasingly bright.

Doctor Miao's gaze swept across his grandson's busy figure. His eyes were fixated on the little kitten curled up on the roof outside the kitchen window. It was currently lazily basking in the sun, its slightly bulging belly clearly indicating the life that was being born inside.

”Little Flower already has a baby, aiya.”

Miao Shiqing couldn't care less about the small flowers and small grasses. He tested the taste of the porridge. It was not bad.

Miao Shiqing was about to go upstairs to his room with a bowl full of rice porridge. He lived on the top floor of the building. If Dr. Miao didn't want to climb the stairs, he would stay downstairs.

Doctor Miao drank a mouthful of congee and looked at his grandson's actions. He said in an indifferent manner, ”Bring some side dishes over. I don't have much appetite even if I just drink congee.”

”Mm, okay, Grandma, I'll come down later to get it.”

Dr. Miao no longer had the appetite to eat. She put down the bowl and looked at the steaming pot on the stove with misty eyes. His thoughts raced. The Miao and Xiao Families were truly enemies.

The days had returned to normal as Xiao Meng Han was still in the villa handling the documents. Occasionally, he would go to the company to take a look, but Han Yong was still his capable assistant.

It was very easy to pass the day. When the night came, Xiao Meng Han had the impulse to go to that small building to take a look, but he never left the villa.

Han Yong told Xiao Menghan that the Miao Family was a family that had been doctors for generations, and their ancestors were once famous physicians in the Imperial Palace. Then, tired of the darkness of the palace, he resigned and went into the mountains. Han Yong didn't go to the villa as well. He had sent people to carefully guard the villa and report back if there was any news of Mo Xiaoxiao.

Xiao Meng Han kept feeling that Doctor Miao's eyes were like X-rays. She seemed to know that her body was different from ordinary people.