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The little guy was held by Jun Jingshu and Zhou Yici. Although his eyes could not see, the little guy's memory and hearing were obviously very good. For the introduced people, as long as they heard the voice, they could match their name. Han Yiyi couldn't help but sigh that God would open a window when he closed a door.

Today's Xiaomian, wearing a black suit and neatly combed hair, looks clean and refreshing. Although he has a shy and nervous look on his face, if he doesn't say it, who can think that this child has been abandoned twice?!

"He is a good boy," Han 11 said to Zhou Yici.

"Well, he's my son, of course," Zhou Yici replied.

Han Yi smiled, "yes, yes, he is your son! OK!"

After the banquet, the little guy was also a little tired. He lay on Zhou Yici's shoulder and lit his head like a chicken pecking rice. He was obviously sleepy.

"Xiaomian, if you want to sleep, you can sleep." Zhou Yici said softly.

"Mommy, did I do anything wrong today?" the little guy seemed a little worried. He was deeply afraid that his performance today was not good enough and would make daddy and Mommy angry.

"No, you did a good job." Zhou Yici gently stroked the little guy's head and said, "well, go to sleep."

The little guy seemed to settle down and fell asleep on Zhou Yici's shoulder.

"I'll hold him." the gentleman on the side forgives.

"No, I'd better come. Anyway, he's not too heavy." Zhou Yici said. In this way, she took the little guy into the car. Along the way, she let the little guy lean on her and looked at the little guy's heavy sleeping face. Zhou Yici had an unspeakable emotion in his heart.

Back at his residence, Zhou Yici took the little guy into the bedroom and put him on the bed in the bedroom. These days, in order to make the little guy better adapt to the new life, they sleep with the little guy at night.

"Tired?" Jun Jingshu walked behind Zhou Yici and asked softly.

"OK." Zhou Yici said with a smile.

Jun Jingshu raised his hand and loosened the muscles and bones on Zhou Yici's neck, "are you better?"

"Well, it's much more comfortable," she said. "By the way, if we really don't have children, will your parents be dissatisfied in the future and blame Xiaomian?"

"No, my parents actually figured it out. Having children or not depends on God's will. If they are willing to let Xiaomian use the word 'Heng', it means that they really want Xiaomian to be a grandson." Jun Jing forgives, "he will be our child in the future."

"What about you?" Zhou Yici asked, "if I really don't have children, will you regret not having a child who inherits his blood when we get old in the future?"

Jun Jingshu stopped his hand and stared at the person in front of him. "In my life, with you with me, I have no regrets. As for children, a little sleep is enough."

"Jing Shu, thank you." Zhou Yici said gratefully that she had no regrets to meet such a husband.

The couple did not notice that the little guy who seemed to be asleep in bed at the moment trembled his eyelashes a few times.