God even has a crush on me

Chapter 452 Xiaobao, mom and dad are back
"Brother..." Bergamot turned around suddenly, and looked at his idol with a smile, "Stop using sister as a shield, you just assume that I'm going to the battlefield now, what do you want to say to me?"

Fang Chengjun paused, and said in a deep voice, "Come back alive."

"Hehe..." Bergamot smiled helplessly, his brother was still the same, not good at expressing his feelings.

Forget it, I don't want to embarrass his brother, "Brother, I want a hug."

Fang Chengjun didn't hesitate for a second, stretched out his arms and hugged his little fanboy, and said goodbye to this unrequited brother in a manly way.

"Brother, goodbye." Bergamot patted the idol's back, then turned around and left.

Fang Chengjun stood quietly at the same spot, watching his younger brother's back go further and further away, feeling an unbearable sense of loss spreading in his heart.

I'm going to say goodbye, I don't know if I haven't had a chance to meet again.

Must come back alive...

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When Han Ning'er woke up, the sky outside was a little dark, and her mind was a little groggy. She sat for a while before she woke up. The first thing she thought of was the wounded living next door.

The stinky brat should wake up, right?

Han Ning'er was overjoyed, and hurriedly got up, and just as she walked out the door, her husband appeared.

Fang Chengjun reached out and hugged her body, lowered his head and pecked her lips, and said in a deep voice, "Dinner is ready, let's go have dinner."

"I'll ask the kid to eat with me,"

"Ning'er." Fang Chengjun called her to stop, "The little devil has already left."

"Huh?" Han Ning'er was taken aback, "His injury hasn't healed yet, why are you walking around?"

Fang Chengjun suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged her horizontally, turned around and went downstairs.

Han Ning'er hugged his neck subconsciously, faintly aware of something, her nose was a little sour, and asked him sullenly: "Brother Chengjun, tell me honestly, is the kid going to do something very dangerous?"

"Yes." Fang Chengjun nodded.

"Then will he come back in the future?" Han Ning'er cried again, worriedly.

Fang Chengjun didn't speak, but walked down the stairs steadily step by step. When he got down to the living room on the first floor, he said: "Maybe, maybe not, just wait."

"Woooo..." Han Ning'er hugged her husband's neck tightly, buried her face in his arms, and burst into tears in an instant.

Fang Chengjun was heartbroken, so he walked to the sofa and sat down, let her vent her grief before going to eat.

Han Ning'er cried for a long time, and finally got tired of crying. Leaning in his arms, her body continued to tremble, and she choked up and said, "Brother Cheng Jun, did the kid tell you what he was going to do?"

"No." Fang Chengjun denied.

He didn't want to tell her the truth, he was afraid that after she knew it, she would worry for a long time, and even have trouble sleeping and eating, so he just let her think about it.

Han Ning'er was a little disappointed, but she wasn't desperate after all. She quickly wiped away her tears, cheered up and said, "The kid is an omnipotent genius, he will definitely come back!"

"Of course." Fang Chengjun smiled slightly, raised his big warm hand, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Han Ning'er smiled through tears, she believed that the kid would definitely come back, definitely!

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Originally planned to spend two months on their honeymoon, but the plan could never keep up with the changes. One day, the Fangs suddenly received a call from home saying that Xiaobao was sick. The couple was so anxious that they immediately booked a plane ticket to return home.

As soon as they got off the plane, the couple went straight to the hospital.

After arriving in the ward, Han Ning'er couldn't wait to sit by the bedside, looking at Xiaobao who was listless on the bed, her heart ached to the point of breaking.

"Xiaobao, mother is back." Han Ning'er reached out to touch the little guy's face, her eyes full of pity.

Fang Ziyou was sick and couldn't speak much, so he said in a childish voice, "Mom, I miss Mom so much."

Han Ning'er smiled slightly, lowered her head and kissed the little guy's forehead, and said softly, "Mom misses Xiaobao too, so think about it!"

"Mom, your words are so naive..." Fang Ziyou laughed and complained, and when he saw his father walking in from the corner of his eye, he immediately called out, "Dad."

Fang Chengjun walked to the other side of the bed, leaned down, and kissed his son's face lightly, with a rare look of concern in his eyes, and said softly, "Is your body still uncomfortable?"

"It's not hard to see Mom and Dad." Fang Ziyou showed an innocent smile.

Fang Chengjun was so distressed that he sat down on the other side of the bed, stretched out a slightly rough but warm big hand, and gently stroked his son's small face.

"When you get better, Dad will take you to exercise together, so that you won't get sick again."

"Okay, okay!" Fang Ziyou looked pleasantly surprised, "I want to exercise with my father!" After speaking, he looked at his mother's face, "Does mother also want to come together?"

"Okay." Han Ning'er readily agreed. If the father and son are both exercising but she is indifferent, it will be too disappointing. She can't lose to her precious son.

Fang Ziyou looked at his parents, his eyes suddenly showed disappointment, and he said sullenly, "Father, mother, why didn't Uncle Faas come to see Zazhi?"

When the couple heard the name "Faas", they were startled.

Fang Chengjun said in a deep voice: "Faas has to do very important things, and he may not be able to come back for a while. He will not come back until he finishes his work."

Fang Ziyou asked curiously: "What is the most important thing?"

Fang Chengjun said: "It's what a man must do. When you grow up, you will understand what it is."

"Then I want to grow up quickly, and then do what a man does!" Fang Ziyou said with high spirits, his eyes quickly lost their brilliance, he was so tired.

The little guy's head was dizzy, and his eyelids began to fight.

Han Ning'er's heart tightened, as if a piece of flesh had fallen off her body, and it hurt her to death. She couldn't help holding her precious son's little hand, and whispered, "Xiaobao, go to bed first, and mother will never leave you again."

"Hmm... good night, mom..." Fang Ziyou said good night in a daze.

Actually, it's only noon now.

Han Ning'er looked at her husband's face, and couldn't bear to disturb her son's sleep, so she gave him a wink.

Fang Chengjun walked over knowingly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, I'll ask the doctor."

"Yes." Han Ning'er nodded and watched her husband leave.

After a long time, Fang Chengjun came back, but without saying anything, he dragged his wife out of the ward.

Han Ning'er couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Chengjun, what's wrong with Xiaobao?"

Fang Chengjun said solemnly: "The initial suspicion is hereditary migraine."

"Migraine..." Han Ning'er suddenly felt heartbroken, tears fell out of control, "It's all my fault, I passed it on to Xiaobao, woo..."

"Ning'er." Fang Chengjun hugged his wife's body distressedly, "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault, and Zazhi's migraine is not as serious as yours."

"But it's also very uncomfortable." Han Ning'er choked with sobs, tears soon soaked a large piece of his clothes.

(End of this chapter)