Jian Huan thought that Huo moting, a tall and cold man, should disdain to eat this kind of breakfast, so she only took a cup of soybean milk to him.

Huo Mo Ting looked up from his notebook and looked at her quietly, but he didn't reach out to pick it up.

"Salty, no sugar." Jane Huan subconsciously explained.

In fact, she didn't know his taste. She just asked the waiter to take salted soybean milk by feeling.

He raised his hand. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When Huo Mo Ting held the paper cup, his index finger just covered her index finger. Jian Huan quickly took back his hand. She didn't see him and turned to the bedside to get breakfast for grandma.

But her heart was no longer peaceful.

"Meatballs, slow down!" the child's crisp voice suddenly came from the outer corridor.

The familiar child voice made Jane Huan worried. She asked Huo moting to forget his other identity when he pretended to be her husband.

If the children see Huo Mo ting and shout "Dad", they may be exposed at once.

Jane Huan trotted to stop Huo nianyan from coming in, but as soon as she bypassed the hospital bed, the door opened,

Huo nianyan's lovely head poked in, and a simple Bulldog's head also stretched in, with surprisingly harmonious movements.

His little meat hand held the door handle and looked around on tiptoe. When he saw Jane Huan, he rushed in happily: "little Jane, look what breakfast I brought for grandma!"

Jane Huan looked down and saw the child carrying a small cake box in his hand.

"Is it a cake?" Jane Huan asked, blocking Huo nianyan's line of sight.

Huo nianyan nodded heavily: "I specially prepared it for grandma last night."

Every time the children do something, they will add the word "deliberately". Jian Huan knows that he is waiting for his praise. But today, Jane Huan didn't care to praise him for his carefulness and ability. She was full of thoughts about how to get rid of him first.

"Nian Yan, haven't you had breakfast yet? Will the teacher take you down to buy some?"

Holding the child's hand, Jane Huan was about to take him to the door, but the old man in bed obviously heard the child's words and sat up. Some surprised voices came: "is it a cake specially made for me?"

Jane Huan said in secret that it was bad. Sure enough, Huo nianyan had let go of her hand and ran to the bed with the cake.

"Well, grandma, would you like to try it? I also asked Aunt Li to prepare a small plate, knife and fork..."

The "meat balls" behind him suddenly barked, still in high spirits.

"Meatballs, can't you be quiet?"

Huo nianyan opened the cake box clumsily with two little fat hands, looked at the direction of "meat round" complaining, was stunned when he looked at the familiar black eyes, and instinctively blurted out: "Dad..."

"Nian Yan, did your father send you here?" Jane Huan stopped Huo Nian Yan in time.

"No..." Huo nianyan blinked to make sure he was right. The man sitting on the sofa was not his father. With their father and son falling in love and killing each other, he recognized him!

Jian Huan saw Huo nianyan's little hand pointing to Huo moting, opening his tender lips and trying to say something. He squatted down and grabbed his soft fingers, "why did you come suddenly and don't call the teacher."

Huo nianyan's face was tangled. How could his father be in grandma Jane's ward!

"Is this your student?" the man on the sofa finally got up and came over.

Huo Mo Ting put his hands into his trouser pocket and looked down at Huo nianyan, who was hugged by Jian Huan. His placid tone and plain eyes seemed to really don't know the child in front of him.

"Xiaoyan, this is your teacher Jane's husband, uncle Yan." the grandmother on the side kindly reminded.

Huo nianyan turned to look at Jian Huan and Huo moting. When Jian Huan thought he would help, the little guy lowered his head silently. Although he didn't speak, Jian Huan obviously felt the change of the little guy's mood.

Grandma held out her hand to Huo nianyan: "come, Xiaoyan, come to grandma."

"Grandma, I'll take Nian Yan to buy some food first." Jane Huan wants to go out and explain to the little guy.

"Didn't you just buy breakfast? Since Xiao Yan made me a cake, give him breakfast."

Precocious children have the advantage of precocity. Like Huo nianyan children, they turn around with his smart head and know the little trick played by their father and Jane. Although a small flame called anger rises in their heart, it doesn't happen on the spot.

Huo nianyan ran to the bedside from Jian Huan, took the breakfast in the old man's hand and said "thank you" sweetly.

Grandma smiled and touched his head. "Good boy, good boy."

The children ate hot steamed stuffed buns without looking at the other two from beginning to end.

But "Rou yuan" shook his tail excitedly and kept circling around Huo Mo ting. After being swept by Huo Mo Ting's cold eyes, he immediately shrunk his wrinkled head and moved his round body to hide behind Huo nianyan.

"Depth of field, if you're really busy, go back to the company. Just stay with me here."

Huo Mo Ting stood behind Jian Huan. Before he could speak, he was preempted by a child voice, and he couldn't help frowning.

Huo nianyan sat by the bed shaking his feet, holding meat buns, with a pair of black eyes, turned his head and asked the old man curiously: "grandma, how do I think uncle Yan looks familiar? I feel like I've seen him somewhere?"

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