Tears burst into tears in Cheng Xiaobao’s eyes, and his delicate little face was full of concern. “Uncle Yan, how could your face be so seriously injured? It hurts.”

Yan Shiting didn't expect that the little guy didn't have a fearful expression at all. Instead, he looked very distressed. His cold, atrium flashed a warm stream, "It's alright, it's all gone."

Cheng Xiaobao's small body stood on his thigh, and his small mouth leaned in front of his torn left face. He grumbled and said, "Xiaobao will cry for you, and the pain will not hurt."

Yan Shiting's heart was filled with emotion, "Well, no more pain."

Cheng Yingxuan leaned against the wall of the dining room, watching the interaction between father and son on the sofa in the big living room. She saw the faint mist from Yan Shiting's pupils in Shen Qi's eyes, and it seemed that Xiao Bao really moved the man.

She was also worried that her son would be scared, but she didn't expect it to be such a move.

"Cheng Yingxuan, you really have a good son." Yan Shiting Qi Rui glanced at her with moved eyes, which is definitely a compliment, not a nonsense.

That is because he is also your son. Perhaps it was the father and son who were together, and Xiaobao was so distressed. Cheng Yingxuan thought so silently in her heart. She felt a little guilty for the time being and it was inconvenient to express it. She nodded silently, "Uh."

Yan Shiting hugged Xiaobao's small body in his arms, and kissed him fiercely on the tender little face of the little guy. The moving factor expanded in his chest, and he likes Xiaobao's unexplained likes. Make him want to hurt the little guy in his heart.

Cheng Xiaobao also obediently appointed him, and kissed his scarred left face again, leaving a wet slobber mark on his face.

Yan Shiting has a heavy cleansing habit. If he gets drooled on his face as usual, it is something he can't tolerate anyway, but now his heart is filled with warmth. He feels that the little family is really cute.

He liked the slobber mark left on his face by the little guy.

He has a deep illusion that he really lost to the mother and son.

The big one is a goblin, and the small one is an elf.

His cold and deep eyes fell on Cheng Yingxuan's face full of affection, and he looked down at the lovely Cheng Xiaobao in his arms. There was a feeling of love in his heart, he was willing to protect and protect it all his life. The mother and son.

"Uncle Yan..." The little guy opened his big bright eyes and looked at him timidly.

"Huh?" The voice carried a kind of fatherly love without even knowing it.

"I just said that your facelift failed and can be recovered..."

Yan Shiting smiled dumbly, "Yes."

"Really." The little guy was very happy. "Uncle Yan's right face is so handsome. When you turn your left face back to your right face, you will be more handsome."

"'More handsome?" The dark black eyebrows picked, "That is, do you think I am handsome now?"

"That's right." Cheng Xiaobao glanced quietly at his torn left face, "Your face has been so badly injured, I won't carry you with you today."

He couldn't help but kiss again on Xiaobao's childish little face, and tolerated the little guy's meaning that he had to carry the load someday, "When I cure the left face, is he handsomer than Mu Yufeng?"

Cheng Xiaobao thought about it, "I don't know..."

Yan Shiting's very happy mood sank, "Do you still need to think about this problem?"