Xiaobao tapped her small chin with her hand, "Well, I don't want to deceive Uncle Yan. Do you want to listen to the truth or falsehood?"

"All listen."

"The truth is that your face is healed at most as handsome as Uncle Mu, there is no falsehood, because the child does not want to lie to adults, I haven't made up the falsehood how to lie to you."

"Little guy!" Yan Shiting reached out and patted on Xiaobao's calf.

That evening, the "family of three" ate dinner very harmoniously. When sleeping at night, Cheng Xiaobao still slept in the middle of the master bedroom, with Cheng Yingxuan on one side and Yan Shiting on the other.

In the middle of the night, Cheng Xiaobao had a dream, and he murmured a few words in his dream.

Yan Shiting had been sleeping lightly. He looked down at his unsteady sleeping body and reached out to circle Xiaobao in his arms. He really felt like holding his son.

"Dad..." Cheng Xiaobao closed his eyes, and the young voice suddenly called out.

Yan Shiting's body stiffened, and this dad seemed to be calling him.

The atrium as cold as a ten-year-old glacier dissolves like sun and snow.

The little guy's father seemed to penetrate his soul from his heart.

Arm around Cheng Xiaobao involuntarily stepped up.

For the first time, Cheng Yingxuan also slept beside him, and his mind was attracted by Xiaobao in his arms.

He slept sideways and looked down at the small body in his arms, the small tender face, his heart was so soft.

He suddenly felt that even if Xiao Bao was not his biological son, he was willing to raise Xiao Bao as his biological son.

"Dad..." The little guy closed his eyes, slept soundly, and murmured again, obviously talking in dreams.

Knowing that it was a whisper, Yan Shiting heard the still abnormal movement, and the blood boiled in resonance.

He really wants Xiaobao to be his son.

"Dad...Don't go..." Cheng Xiaobao didn't know what he had dreamed about, and his small brow furrowed, and his tone was a little quicker.

"I won't go." Yan Shiting murmured softly, his big palm gently stroked the little guy's back, "Sleep."

The deep, gentle voice was like a reassuring pill, and Xiao Bao, who was uneasy in his sleep, stretched his eyebrows, breathing symmetrically and lightly.

Cheng Yingxuan slept aside, and at the moment when he heard his son calling "Daddy", his heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest.

Seeing that her son was not awake, she was talking in dreams, and she was relieved again.

In the darkness, she saw Yan Shiting's bright eyes staring at Xiao Bao's exceptionally pampering eyes.

On the one hand, she felt anxious, and on the other hand, she felt that the blood relationship was really a kind of wonderful concern.

Yan Shiting stretched out his long arms, put Cheng Yingxuan's body in his arms, hugged one big and one small, and fell asleep with satisfaction.

Early the next morning, Cheng Xiaobao woke up, opened his eyes, and first touched something tough.

The little white fingers spread out and touched it, flat, hot, hard like a stone, and the soft voice murmured doubtfully, "Mom, how is your Mimi flat?"

Cheng Yingxuan's voice came from behind him, "You touched Yan Shiting's Mimi."

Cheng Xiaobao's sleepy worms had just run out. It was Yan Shiting's chest that was flattened by Fa Ping just now. "It's Uncle Yan."

Yan Shiting woke up before the little guy moved, raised his hand and nodded his little nose, "Who else besides me?" What seemed to come up, narrowed narrowed eyes, "You also slept with Mu Yufeng at night ?"