Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei chenshen, who was dying, drooped his eyelids and heard Leng Youchen's voice. He opened his eyes and covered them with gray, "uncle, I'm not uncomfortable."

Leng Youchen felt sore in his heart. He was still suffering just now. He was really suffering now. On the contrary, he was sensible enough not to let adults worry. He gently held his hand. "If you feel bad, tell your uncle not to bear it, okay?"

Wei Chenchen blinked and barely pulled out a smile. "I'm really fine. I just want to sleep. Uncle, can you call mommy and ask her not to come and guard me at night? She hasn't had a good rest for several days."

Leng Youchen is more and more sad because he is sensible. If he cries and makes noise, maybe he will feel better in his heart.

He leaned over and touched his head. "OK, uncle will accompany you in the evening, but I'll have some tests later. If you're uncomfortable, you'll tell Uncle, okay?"

The little guy seemed to hear something. He looked at Leng Youchen with his dark blue eyes open. "Uncle, is my condition getting worse?"

Leng Youchen looked stunned. The child's sensitivity exceeded his imagination. He immediately smiled, "no, the doctor's uncle said he would give you a detailed examination. Don't think about it. My uncle won't let you have anything, huh?"

Wei chenshen lowered his eyes. Whether children or adults, he probably knew a lot about his body. Even if he was a child less than five years old, he said, "I can't eat. Is it better?"

Leng Youchen's nose was sour. "Nonsense, believe uncle, you will get better."

Afraid that he would be more depressed if he was obsessed with this problem, he changed the topic and said, "Shen Shen, I'll tell you a secret. Only the secret we know. Do you want to hear it?"

Wei Chenchen seemed to be attracted by the secret in his mouth. He looked curious. He nodded, "what secret does uncle want to tell me? Can't mommy know?"

"Well, you can't let mommy know. It's a secret between us."

Wei Chenchen became more interested. "What's the secret?"

Leng Youchen came to his ear and said in a low voice, "in fact, I'm not your uncle, but your father, my own father."

Wei chenshen blinked a few times. His long eyelashes were like two small fans. He looked a little disappointed. "Uncle, this is no secret, okay?"

Look at the little guy, you're playing with me. Leng Youchen touched his chin and looked at him solemnly, "so you know, but you still call me uncle?"

Wei chenshen wrinkled his little nose. "That's because you don't recognize me."

"Huh?" Leng Youchen recalled carefully, as if he really didn't tell chenshen that he was his father, so has the little guy been waiting for him to speak?

"You don't recognize me. How can I recognize you? People who don't know will think I want to hold your thigh." Wei chenshen looks like an adult. He doesn't want to take advantage of him. In fact, he doesn't want to recognize his father so cheaply.

Leng Youchen was defeated by the child's divine logic. He nodded his nose, "little slick, I'm your father. How do you think your father calls hugging his thigh?"

Wei chenshen raised his head and said proudly, "I'm not a soft eater."

Leng Youchen looked at the painting style, which was quite similar to the eight o'clock dog blood Romance Drama he saw when he came home one night. He immediately choked and didn't know what to say.