Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

Yan Huan gets up and goes to pour hot tea to Bai laoshun.

When I came back, I happened to meet Mr. Bai standing on the corridor outside the restaurant making a phone call.

"Xiaorou, don't cry. Grandpa will go back to dinner with you right away..."

The hot tea in her hand shook, and a few drops splashed on her hand, burning the corners of her eyes.

She didn't realize she was scalded until the hot place began to tingle.

She silently returned to the kitchen, poured out the hot tea and turned on the tap to flush.

The sound of the water gradually faded the telephone outside the door.

I don't know how long it took before peace finally returned outside.

She stared at the wall in a daze.

Just then, the wrist was suddenly pulled out from the water.

The next second, a touch of cold came.

The man put ice on her hand, reached out to turn off the tap and frowned unhappily.

"Don't you know to call me when you're hot?"

Yan Huan said in a muffled voice, "Why are you fierce? Didn't I flush all the water?"

Li mingjue looked down at the blisters on her hand and said coldly, "what's the use of flushing after all the blisters?"

Yan Huan felt uncomfortable. He was so fierce again and again that he couldn't help crying.

The man was stunned.

He reached out to wipe away her tears, dragged her into his arms and said in a dumb voice, "good boy, don't cry."

Yan Huan buried his face in his arms, sniffed his breath and sobbed in a low voice.

The man sighed and put his lip on her ear.

"Well, I apologize to you. Okay? I shouldn't hurt you. Don't cry, huh?"

Yan Huan sobbed and nodded.

Li mingjue looked at her trembling shoulders, and her heart seemed to have been punched several times.

He gently picked her up, put her on the table, and kissed her face with his head up.

Yan Huan hid from him and was finally pressed directly by the man - on the cooking table. There was no place to hide if he wanted to.

After kissing for a while, she finally stopped crying.

Li mingjue looked at her little wrinkled face, which was both distressed and too funny.

"Why are you so fragile now? You can't stand it after a few words?"

Yan Huan glanced at him, "if you are fierce, I can't do it."

"You burn yourself like this. Shouldn't I hurt you?"

Yan Huan pouted. "I didn't mean it. Besides, it's not you. Why are you fierce?"

"Do you know that every part of your body belongs to me?"

Yan Huan looked at him, "it's not!"

As soon as the voice fell, the man held the back of her head and kissed her with his head down.

This time is different from the kiss just now.

He pried open her teeth and drove straight in.

After kissing for a while, Yan Huan couldn't stand it. She reached out and grabbed his arm. Unexpectedly, she touched a blister and cried out in pain.

The man immediately backed away and looked at her nervously, "what's the matter?"

Yan huanhong raised his hand with his eyes and said miserably, "it hurts."

The man looked at her hand, bowed his head, kissed her fingertips and picked her up.

Yan Huan was taken out of the kitchen by him. When she passed the restaurant, she took a deliberate look inside.

The old man's seat is empty.

A strange feeling flashed across my heart again.

She murmured, "where's grandpa?"

"Go home."

"Oh."

Li mingjue looked down at the little woman in her arms, looked at her hazy eyes and said nothing.

After returning to the room, the man put her on the bed and rummaged through the boxes to find the scald ointment.

Yan Huan looked at the man flying all over the room with his chin, and his discomfort dissipated a lot.

After a while, the man came back with the ointment, sat next to her, took her hand, applied the ointment to the wound and slowly massaged it.

The wound is cool. I can stand a little pain occasionally.

Yan Huan was distracted by the white paste on her hand. She didn't come back until the man finished painting it for a long time.

Found the man staring at her with integrity.

She blinked. "Finished?"

"Well, does it still hurt?"

She smiled and leaned in his arms. "It doesn't hurt."

The man let her lie on his legs and caress her hair.

Yan Huan closed his eyes and enjoyed it. Sleepiness came gradually.

After a while, she fell asleep.

The man looked at her sleeping side face, bowed his head and kissed her.

After covering her gently, he went out of the bedroom.

"Yining."

Almost at the same time, a figure appeared at the stairway of the corridor.

Yining bowed his head, "President Li."

"Who did you meet the day huan'er asked you to take Dou Ning away?"

Yinington said, "Li always expected things like God. That day, my wife met you in the mall..."

"Huh?"

"Your father's wife."

Li mingjue was silent for a few seconds, "I'm late?"

"Yes."

"What did they talk about?"

Yining shook his head. "My wife didn't let me follow. I only saw two people coming out of the cafe."

"But my wife suddenly sent me a message asking me to find Dou Ning while chatting with her."

The man said faintly, "go and check Yu's whereabouts after returning home."

……

The next morning.

Yan Huan woke up in the sunshine.

When the man was not in the house, she looked down at the injured hand and found that the medicine had been changed. She carefully tied a bandage and raised her red lips.

When Li mingjue entered the door, she saw her giggling at her just wrapped smile.

The crimson side face and some hazy eyes when he woke up suddenly stabbed him in the heart.

Long legs walked towards her automatically.

She kissed before she could speak.

After kissing for a long time, he stepped back and looked at her as if he couldn't see enough.

Yan Huan was staring at him with a red heart. "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

She felt more embarrassed and looked away. "I won't let you see it."

Li mingjue looked at her charming appearance, moved his heart, held her and kissed her lips.

"Breakfast is ready. Let's have it together?"

Yan Huan immediately remembered what she saw outside the restaurant last night.

Bai Lao's call was undoubtedly for Wu xiaorou.

It doesn't matter who called whom.

What matters is that Bai Lao's words.

Even though he doubted whether he was his own granddaughter, he still couldn't let Wu xiaorou go.

Probably possessive.

She was so out of control last night, crying and screaming.

Knowing it was wrong, she didn't want to change. Her red lips pouted slightly, "I don't want to go to the restaurant."

The man didn't ask why, but spoiled his face and said, "I'll get it for you and we'll eat in the room."

Yan Huan was stunned when he heard his "we".

"Aren't you going to the company today?"

"Work from home today."

Yan Huan was stunned. The first thing he thought of was that he deliberately stayed at home for himself.

She paused and asked.

"You won't go to the company because my hand is scalded?"

The man took it for granted: "otherwise?"

Yan Huan stared, "just a few blisters..."

The man stood by the door and stared at her. "I'm gone. Who will change your dressing? Do you want to change it with your left hand?"

Yan Huan skimmed his lips, "even if I can't, there are Wan'er and Yining."

"I don't trust others."

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