The Magnate’s Six-year-Old Niece

   Chapter 92 is still the best baby

   “Brother Su, you are injured.”

  Si Niannian sat up and looked at Bu Chensu’s bleeding arm, his eyes instantly turned red.

  Si Xiyou hurriedly stepped forward to check, “The bullet didn’t stay on your arm. It should be that you were just focusing on protecting Nian Nian, so the bullet just brushed past.”

   “I’m sorry, Brother Su.”

  Si Niannian had tears in his eyes, if it wasn’t to protect him, brother Su wouldn’t be hurt.

  Bu Chen Su hugged the little girl over, “Fool, why are you crying, the baby forgot, what did brother Su tell you?”

   “Brother Su, please let me down.”

  Si Niannian wanted to struggle, but was afraid that the injury to Bu Chensu’s arm would be made worse.

   “You’re hurt, don’t hold me, I’m so heavy.”

  Where is Buchen Su willing to let go?

   “The baby is not heavy at all, so he should eat more.”

  The little girl is so light that she has no weight at all.

   Zishu pouted silently on the side, and out of the corner of his eye glanced at the old couple of the Si family and the old man Bu, and then he coughed lightly, “Young master, you are injured, you need to treat the wound quickly, or go to the hospital first.”

   “Yeah, although it’s a scratch, you have to be careful, and go to the hospital first.” Mrs. Si came over and said, looking at Bu Chensu’s blood-stained sleeves.

  Bu Chensu frowned slightly, he didn’t like hospitals.

   A small hand patted his head gently, and a soft voice sounded at the same time, “Brother Su, go to the hospital obediently, don’t be afraid, I will always be by your side to accompany you.”

  …

  Beijing City First Hospital, there are two super VIP wards on the 9th floor, where Bu Chensu and Gu Yanan live respectively.

   “Chen Su, you are a good boy. If it weren’t for you, we would be the ones who would be hurt.”

   Mrs. Si put the soup she made by herself aside, “This ginseng soup must be drunk while it’s hot, you know?”

   “Grandma Si is serious, it was the baby who saved me.”

  Bu Chensu was lying on the hospital bed, hanging by one arm, next to him sat a white and tender little girl who was feeding him oranges.

   Mrs. Si smiled, “Then you two can drink this soup together.”

   Mr. Bu sat on the sofa, calm as if it wasn’t his grandson who was injured.

   After Mrs. Si left, he got up and walked to the bedside, patted Buchensui on the shoulder, “Grandpa is going home first, just call if you need anything.”

   After saying that, the person left.

  Bu Chensu’s eyelids drooped slightly, in Si Niannian’s eyes, she looked sad and lonely and longing for love.

   She quickly climbed onto the bed and hugged Bu Chen Su’s uninjured arm, “Brother Su, I will be here with you these few days.”

   “Well, the baby is the best.”

  Bu Chen turned his head sideways, kissed Si Niannian’s cheek, and the corner of his mouth finally raised a smile.

   “Brother Su, you drink the soup first, I’ll go see Teacher Gu.”

  Si Niannian got out of bed and ran to the ward opposite.

  The smile that Bu Chen had just raised just faded away.

As soon as   Zi Shu entered the door, he saw that his young master changed his face quickly, swallowed his saliva silently, and blamed his legs for being too long and walking too fast. Why didn’t he come in later?

   “Master, do you really want to be hospitalized?”

  Zi Shu was carrying a bag in his hand, which contained Bu Chensui’s daily necessities and a change of clothes.

  Bu Chensu glanced at the hanging left arm, “Too many people at the scene saw me injured.”

   Zishu understood, in this case, the young master really had to stay in the hospital for a few days to avoid suspicion.

   (end of this chapter)