"Well!" Zhan Yan nodded and put the child's cold little hand on his side face, "slightly cool, thank you!"

Fu Beichen walked over and put his hand around Zhan Yan, like a silent comfort.

Xiaole blinked her eyelashes and opened her eyes. When she saw her parents, she smiled on her pale little face.

But the voice was soft and obviously coquettish, "Mom, mom, Xiaole has a headache! Mom, where have you been? Xiaole doesn't want to be separated from her mother!"

"I'm sorry, baby, it's mom's fault. Mom shouldn't have left you!" Zhan Yan wiped his tears and kissed the child's face.

Fu Beichen stretched out a kind palm, stroked the child's forehead, and then pinched Xiaole's face. "It's really spoiled. The boy is still so delicate. Isn't he a little cold? He mobilized the public to attract everyone!"

"Dad is a bad dad. He doesn't want me anymore and leaves me to Uncle Leng!" Xiaole chuckled pitifully.

Fu Beichen bent down, kissed his son with a small mouth, smiled and asked, "did Uncle Leng abuse you?"

"Uncle Leng hugged me to sleep. It's not comfortable at all. I want my mother. My mother is soft!" Xiaole said mildly, which made everyone in the room laugh and even his face burst into tears.

Leng Yichen added, "Xiaole, not only do you think your mother is soft, but your father also likes soft. Let you hold it. What does he hold?"

"Ah Chen, don't talk nonsense in front of the children!" Ye Weiliang Zhang pulled off his cuff.

Leng Yichen chuckled and shrugged.

And Xiaole baby lay on the hospital bed, blinked her beautiful big eyes, and said with milk, "Dad holds bear!"

He said a word. Leng Yichen almost didn't laugh. He reached out and patted Fu Beichen on the shoulder and said, "brother, you're so miserable at home that you can't even hold your wife!"

Fu Beichen stared at him and shook off his hand unhappily.

Fortunately, Xiaole is no big deal, but we still need to pay great attention to avoid pneumonia after high fever.

After leaving the hospital, Zhan Yan took the child home and took good care of him.

But he began to ignore Fu Beichen.

He spoke to her, said ten words, and Zhan Yan may not be able to respond.

"Baby, come and eat the fruit, and mom peeled the apple for you!" zhanyan peeled and cored the fruit, cut it into small pieces and brought it to Xiaole.

Xiaole was sitting in front of the French window playing with the small train. As soon as his mother called, he jumped into zhanyan's soft arms, "Mom, mom!"

"Baby, come on, take a bite of apple and supplement vitamins. We won't catch a cold in the future!" zhanyan inserted a piece of Apple meat with a toothpick and fed it to Xiaole's mouth.

Xiaole chewed the apple every day, looked at the floor antique clock in the living room, and asked with a small mouth, "Mom, why hasn't dad come back?"

"Dad is working. How can he earn money to buy toys for his baby if he doesn't work!" Zhan Yan held the child in his arms and kissed his pink face.

When Cao Cao came, Xiao Le just shouted for his father, and Fu Beichen came back from work.

Zhan Yan felt that Xiaole was really a little heartless, because as soon as Fu Beichen came back, the child broke away from her arms, ran towards Fu Beichen like a bird, and jumped directly into his arms.

"Dad, Dad, how did you come back? Xiaole misses you!"

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