“child.Su Qingyu grasped his arm tightly and asked, “Where is that little girl?”Where is she?Is she dead or alive?”
Lin Yong had just brought her ashore, wrapped in a big towel, without even changing her wet clothes, Su Qingyu hurriedly asked Wang Shu’s whereabouts.
Her lips were frozen purple, and her face was pale and pitiful.
“Miss, we are saved. That little guy was sent to the warship. The military doctor is checking her body. You should change your clothes first, so don’t get cold from the cold.”
“No, I want to see her.”
Su Qingyu hurriedly got out of bed and ran outside barefoot.
When she walked to the corridor, she saw all the men in uniform uniforms, especially with weapons in their hands, and the sense of oppression came instantly.
Only then did Su Qingyu react that she was not on Uncle Meng’s ship, but on a domineering warship.
After she stepped out, everyone’s eyes turned to her in an instant.
Su Qingyu stopped her movements and looked embarrassed. Under the pressure of tension, she didn’t even know what to do.
The others didn’t speak either, they just looked at her with their eyes. Even so, Su Qingyu felt uncomfortable all over.
Until Lin Yong followed out, “Don’t worry, I’ll take you there.”
Feeling Su Qingyu’s stiffness, he stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of Su Qingyu’s clothes, “This way.”
Su Qingyu lowered his head, just like a child who did something wrong.
She suddenly found that Lin Yong was like going back to her own home under this sense of oppression, with a straight back, a calm expression, and methodical steps. She was familiar with the road and took herself to another room.
The little child lay on the bed and hadn’t woken up yet, Su Qingyu didn’t care about anything else, and quickly approached his daughter.
Seeing her eyes closed tightly, Su Qingyu nervously asked the military doctor with the rank next to her: “Doctor, how is she?””
The other party’s tone towards her was very kind and friendly, without the slightest coldness.
“Miss Su, don’t worry, the little guy choked on a few saliva. I had already made her spit it out just now, but she was too young. She should have been too frightened and would wake up in a while.”
Su Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. Under the bright incandescent lamp, she quietly looked at the child’s appearance.
Compared to the vague outline that can only be seen in the stomach, the child’s face has grown, and it is indeed very similar to Li Tingchen, it is simply carved out of a mold.
More like a person, that is, Li Lanrui’s photos that were not disfigured when she was a child.
At first glance, I knew it was from their Li family.
On the contrary, the little boy is more like himself.