101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

Chang Mian controlled his heartbeat, and even if the little guy bit off a piece of flesh from his chest, he didn't dare to take a breath, fearing that the murderous aura on his body that was too late to restrain would accidentally injure him.

The child in front of him was wearing light blue pajamas but he could only see his thick hair, except for the back of his head and only his back.

But that clear and bright child's voice, as well as his mother's voice, made him so completely petrified.

Feel no pain.

Oh, no, the position of the heart began to spread out bursts of pain and tenderness.

Chang Mian's eyes were dull, and it took a long time to utter two words with difficulty: "...Che'er?"

"You hit my mother, you bad man, you bullied my mother, you bullied my mother..." Following Chang Mian's deep and depressed Che'er, Little Cheche suddenly burst into tears, using both hands and feet Beat this bad dad who doesn't care about them.

It's okay if you don't care.

He even beat his mother like this.

Tired of the beating, little Cheche pushed away his bad father and threw himself in front of his mother. He patted his mother's face with his two little hands, and then pushed his mother's body, crying in distress: "Mom... Mom... wake up mom!" ..."

Chang Mian was like waking up from a dream, and quickly stretched out her hand to touch Little Cheche's face, but before the outstretched hand touched Little Cheche's small body, she trembled uncontrollably.

then……

I took it back again, afraid that I didn't know the severity, even if I didn't even have the courage to touch him lightly, how did I hug him in my memory?

"Che..." He opened his mouth again and found that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak. He could only watch helplessly and helplessly as little Che Che gave his mother... well, it seemed that he was going to need artificial respiration.

But that was his woman, and his breath was still on her lips, how could she let Little Che Che chew on her?

Chang Mian took a deep breath, and then breathed again, without moving his eyes from the back of his head, he slowly stretched out his fingers again, lightly touched his shoulder, and then the whole palm... Little by little probing, little by little adjustment of strength... Finally, he embraced the crying little Cheche in his arms.

He is still so small, but he is much bigger than his impression.

He can walk on his own, and he can still speak so many words. In his impression, he can only shout two words, which are "Mom" and "Dad".

But just now he saw him trotting over, climbing onto the bed neatly, even biting him was quite powerful.

"Che'er...your mother is fine."

Little Cheche struggled twice in his arms, raised his little face, furrowed his brows, and glared at him like he was carved out of the same mold.

Chang Mian looked at his little face, blinked, and tears fell down like that.

"Che'er, I'm your...father."

The father and son looked at each other.

When Che'er saw the flash of water in his eyes, she suddenly became quiet, her little mouth was tightly pursed, and a tear hit the back of his little hand, but after less than five seconds of silence, she yelled loudly: "You are not me!" Dad! No! No!"

The person who shouted for his father all day, just lost his temper in such a rage, and all the words that he promised his mother not to anger his father and try to show his best side were thrown out of the blue sky, as if he was detonated. The bomb, wishing to blow up the opponent to nothing.