Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 439 He is an Angel Sent by God

In the early morning of the next day, Beiming Haoting stayed up all night, walked out of the built-in bathroom in the ward, opened the heavy curtain, the gloomy air diffused, and the warm morning light shone in, shining on the white and clean hospital bed.

The light dispelled the darkness, Yan Chuyan opened his eyelids, and what caught his eyes was a man who was as handsome as a god, holding a small ceramic carved bowl in his hand.

Oops!Get up late!This uncle has woken up, what should we do?
What about Ivan?Have you been caught and sold by this human trafficker?

Yan Chuyan's dark eyes glowed with vigilance, and he grabbed last night's water glass from the bedside table: "Don't come here! Or I'll smash you to death with it! Be careful!"

Beiming Haoting put down the bowl, and walked towards him cautiously, her tall figure blocked the light, her strong arms spread out like eagle's wings, tightly encircling her body.

"Yan'er, it's me, Beiming Haoting, are you good? I won't hurt you, I'm an angel sent by God to protect you."

"It hurts—can you let me go... woo... Dad, save me..." Yan Chuyan struggled in his arms. His arms were warm, warmer than her father's arms, but he put Hugging myself so tightly, it hurts, even breathing hurts...

Hearing her crying out in pain, Beiming Haoting immediately let go of her, the back of his hand was wet with crystal tears, the panic that he had never felt in his life filled his heart, he stared fixedly at the person in front of him, and opened his mouth gently Said: "Yan'er, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, really."

Saying that, Beiming Haoting presented a delicate and beautiful red rose as if by magic, and sent it to her.

The thin flower stems have been de-thorned and wrapped in transparent wrapping film, which will not hurt hands.

Yan Chuyan hesitated for a while, and the scent of flowers attracted her, she unconsciously reached out to take it, and couldn't help sniffing it lightly.

so fragrant~
Is he really an angel sent by God to protect her?
But why did her stomach hurt so much, as if a few ribs had been removed.

Yan Chuyan raised his eyes and asked softly, "Uncle, why did I become like this?"

"You were in a car accident, but it's okay now, dear, let's have breakfast first, and then take medicine." Beiming Haoting gently touched her head, picked up the porridge at the side, blew it to cool down, and then fed it to her.

"Take a sip first." Yan Chuyan shrank, stroked the rose petals, and looked at him timidly.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous. I told you that I'm not a bad person. What do you have to do to believe me?" Beiming Haoting ate the porridge, then looked at her: "Is this okay?"

"Change the spoon." Yan Chuyan raised her finger.

"..." Beiming Haoting had no choice but to take out a new spoon from the spare tableware.

Goji berry and red date porridge was made by him when he returned to the seaside villa in the early morning. The twins had already been taken home and James was under his personal supervision, and they were not allowed to run out again.

After changing to a new spoon, when Beiming Haoting was about to continue feeding her, Yan Chuyan took the bowl and said dully: "I will eat it myself, I don't need you to feed it."

Beiming Haoting's eyes sank, as if a handful of mustard had been sprinkled on his heart, the pain was burning.

What has she been through before?
Why are you so afraid of meeting strangers?
He didn't know that in Yan Chuyan's 10-year-old world, the only person he trusted was his adoptive father, Yan Tianhua.

The mobile phone lying on the bedside table rang, and an unusually familiar and dazzling name jumped on the broken screen-Xiao Yixun.

Beiming Haoting picked up the phone and hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Chuyan, are you okay? Hyman Hebrew arrived in Beicheng today..."

(End of this chapter)