Fortunately, according to her information, during this time, Yan Shiting was not in Chenxia City and left the border.

Where he went, she did not ask anyone to investigate.

Generally speaking, even if you do a paternity test, you will wait for Yan Shiting to be there. It does not rule out the identification of mail samples.

The media reported that Xiaobao was the son of Yan Shiting. The Yan family sent people to protect Xiaobao. She actually secretly made people stare at the Yan family's actions, and did not find them taking Xiaobao's hair or blood for the time being.

Besides... Yan Shiting would not doubt Xiaobao's life experience, but only made his parents think that Xiaobao was his son.

If Yan's parents want to recognize their grandchildren, they will definitely be identified.

This matter will happen sooner or later. She was able to delay it for a while.

"Yes, my mother is worried about your safety." Cheng Yingxuan responded casually.

Cheng Xiaobao crooked his head and said coolly, "Mom, I don't need to go to kindergarten anymore. Even the elementary school, I have finished my self-study."

"Little guy!" She smiled slightly.

He ran around the table and cuddled her arms, "Mom, I stay at home to stay with you."

"Alright." She nodded.

After breakfast, the mother and son washed the dishes together, laid on the sofa and watched TV together.

Cheng Xiaobao is watching financial channels and national current news.

Cheng Yingxuan sometimes doubted whether Xiaobao could understand it, and looked at him seriously, like a primary school.

"Mom, what kind of TV do you like to watch?" Xiao Bao handed her the remote control. "You tune yourself."

"Look." She shook her head and glanced at the mobile phone placed on the coffee table from time to time.

"You are waiting for someone's phone." Cheng Xiaobao's tone is affirmed, "You are absent all morning."

"Your flaming eyes, nothing can hide you." She nodded slightly. "I called Yan Shiting's mobile phone at 8 in the morning. He didn't answer it, and he hasn't answered my phone yet."

"Do you want to call it again?" he asked in a suggestion.

"No, he doesn't answer the phone."

"Maybe he has something to do, and he didn't pay attention?" Xiao Bao reached out her tender hand and picked up her mobile phone, and skillfully turned over Yan Shiting's number to dial out. "You don't call, I call. I haven't spoken to Uncle Yan for a long time. Now."

"Hey..." She just wanted to grab her mobile phone back, the phone was connected, and Yan Shiting's deep and dumb male voice came from the other end, "Hey..."

"Uncle Yan, it's me!" Xiao Bao's voice rose octave.

"It's Xiaobao..." The other party was obviously excited too, "Xiaobao, how are you recently?"

"Uncle Yan, I'm fine, how are you recently?"

"Hmm." His voice seemed a little tired.

"Uncle Yan, your voice is not right, what's wrong with you?" Xiaobao's tone was full of concern.

Cheng Yingxuan raised his ears when he heard it.

"I'm fine, just didn't sleep well last night." He coughed and his tone returned to a steady level.

"Uncle Yan, when will you come to my house?"

"Missing me?" Shen Leng's male voice laughed happily over there.

"Thought." Xiao Bao admitted.

"I... come in a few days..." He hesitated for a few seconds before saying. The voice of the driver Zheng Wei rang over the phone, "BOSS, you can't leave the hospital. I'm afraid it won't work in a few days."

Although Zheng Wei's voice was lowered, Cheng Yingxuan and Cheng Xiaobao heard clearly.

"Uncle Yan, are you in the hospital?" Xiaobao's little brows were almost twisted together. "What's wrong with you? Serious?"