1122 You Are so Weak

An Ran didn't jump into the pit at all, and turned around directly, facing Hu Jia, her throat choked up, and tears flowed down, excellent, really excellent, both Hu Jia and He Wen are still alive.

Hu Jia on the opposite side was also crying, and he led He Wen forward, crying and laughing at An Ran,

"I thought it was just people with the same name and surname, but it was really you, An Ran, you survived, and you lived so well, so so so well!"

Envy is sincere, happy, and sincere. Hu Jia has never been a stingy person. She recently merged into Qianyan Mountain from a small human gathering place in the west. She has long heard of a man named An Ran. Yes, this forest was planted, but Hu Jia did not associate the Lord of Baihua City with An Ran.

Today, she just brought her youngest son to the health center of Qianyan Mountain to seek medical treatment. She happened to see An Ran. Everyone was very polite and respectful to An Ran. An Ran didn't want to recognize a woman like her at all.

But An Ran walked over with the doll in her arms, stood in front of her, put down the white doll in her hand, stretched out her hand, and was ready to hug her.

Hu frame hastily dodged, stretched out his hand to touch the monkey-like young son in his arms, and said to An Ran awkwardly:

"Don't, don't, this child is sick, be careful to infect you."

"This is?…"

An Ran lowered her eyes suspiciously, and looked at the child in Hu Jia's arms, who was very thin, very small, looked sick, and looked not very healthy.

Hu Jia, who was holding the child, had a bitter look on his thin face, "This is my little son."

Seeing that An Ran wanted to ask again, Hu Jia hurriedly said again:

"Don't ask, An Ran, I have nothing to do, this is life, and I'm not here to make a fool of myself."

She didn't want An Ran to be misunderstood. It was because of some other reason that she ran out to meet her. Hu Jia knew how to measure, and knew that with An Ran's position in the sky today, there must be many people approaching An Ran with various purposes, so Hu Jia wanted to avoid suspicion, but she came out because of her past friendship.

"What happened to your little boy?"

Seeing that Hu Jia was so sensitive, An Ran didn't say much, just looked down at the child in Hu Jia's arms.

And beside An Ran's legs, the doll was blinking, looking at He Wen, who was standing beside Hu Jia, who was so cute and indifferent, she stretched out her hand cautiously, and pushed He Wen.

He Wen was pushed back a step by the baby, he lowered his head and didn't speak, as if he had already received such treatment too much.

"You are so weak!"

With this palm, the baby determined He Wen's strength, then took He Wen's little hand, shook it,

"Hey, what's your name? Why can't I open your mind?"

He Wen lowered his head even lower, and he even flinched and hid behind Hu Jia. The little hand held by the doll tried hard to pull it out, but he couldn't.

While Hu Jia and An Ran were still chatting, Hu Jia sighed and said leisurely:

"I don't know what's the matter. I haven't eaten or drank for a long time. I just look so sleepy every day, and I don't talk. I ask him where it hurts, but I don't know."

"Have you seen a doctor?"

"I've seen it, and the doctor can't say anything, just let us go home and observe, and then... if it's a serious problem, I'm afraid we can only, we can only..."...