Although talking to Xiaobao, he kept staring at Cheng Yingxuan when he opened his eyes.

Shen Shen's eyes kept hovering on her beautiful face, and the unrelenting tenderness in her eyes seemed to be afraid of missing her.

"I know you won't die." Cheng Xiaobao grinned. "Uncle Yan, I was too worried about you just now and forgot to ask Uncle Zheng Wei, how is your injury?"

"I'm fine, just rest for a few days." His eyes fell on Xiaobao's face, looking at the tears on the little guy's face, frowning in distress, "Man, cry."

"It hurts you." Xiaobao doesn't lie.

"It's a good boy." Yan Shiting's cold heart collapsed into a corner like Hanchuan for ten years, trying to put Xiaobao in his arms, struggling to sit up.

"Don't get up, lie down." Xiao Bao's tender voice has unquestionable courage.

Yan Shiting looked at his cute little old-fashioned look, stunned to see the shadow of his childhood. A feeling of blood thicker than water rose from the bottom of his heart.

He suddenly wanted to ask Cheng Yingxuan, is it possible that Xiaobao could be his own son?

It is absolutely impossible to think that Xiaobao was pregnant six months after his first time with Cheng Yingxuan.

As soon as this fact came out, he was frustrated again.

Fortunately, he is not born, he can also be treated as his own.

"Uncle Yan, you need to get well soon. When you are ready, let's go play badminton together and play the eagle-chick game together..." The little boy seriously instructed.

"Okay." He nodded slightly. Although he doesn't like playing naive games like eagles catching chicks, as long as Xiaobao likes, he can accompany him.

Xiaobao chatted with Yan Shiting for a while, and yawned wearily.

Yan Shiting pointed to a door on the side wall in the ward. "This is a suite. There is a living room and bedroom behind the door. There is a bed in the bedroom. Xiaobao, go to bed and sleep for a while."

"I'm exhausted, go to sleep." Cheng Xiaobao walked a few steps towards the bedroom, originally wanted to call her mother to go, see Uncle Yan's unwilling eyes, there must be a lot of things to say to Xuan Xuan, so, self Go to sleep, just explain, "Xuan Xuan, you come to sleep later."

"Uh." She answered.

After Xiao Bao entered the suite connected to the ward, the atmosphere in the ward became a little ambiguous in silence.

His icy voice deliberately softened, and it looked a little hoarse, "I took Xiaobao on the plane for more than ten hours, was it exhausted?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the tone is positive.

"It's okay." She said coldly, "Xiaobao insists on coming to see you, I don't want to come at all. Can't stop Xiaobao, and don't worry about him coming alone, so I have to follow him."

"Sophistication." He slightly raised the corners of thin lips, "Dare you say you don't worry about me at all?"

"No." Even if there were, she wouldn't recognize it.

"Xiaobao said aloud in the corridor that it was my son." He pointed out happily.

"That's to see you..." Before she finished, he interrupted. "You didn't deny it, you agreed."

"What's the use of denying in front of others?" she said quietly. "Clarification in front of you is the key. That's a stopgap measure. Xiaobao is not your son."

The woman was so stubborn that he wanted to beat her little **** fiercely to see her flying so far away. In addition to his heartache, he was deeply moved.