Restricted-level fast wear: the villain BOSS is sick

Chapter 127 The Sick Young Marshal, Be Gentle to Pet (4)

"Who to kill? You, can you stop killing people all the time, breaking the law... Besides, too many blood debts will make the next generation suffer..."

In fact, Le Yan was just afraid that she would be implicated by him...

"Don't worry, our child will definitely be better than me, and no one can hurt him."

"Our baby...?" Le Yan blinked, thinking that either she was dreaming, or she was hallucinating, or this neuropathy was developing...or she looked so much like the child's mother... So, I was watched by him before I died, and the situation was reversed... It's quite logical to think like this...

Only when Murong Shengqian treats Le Yanshi will he show a rare doting expression, those doting eyes are afraid to melt her on the tip of his heart.

"Mom, how are you? Who hurt you like this?"

Suddenly, the door of the room was opened, and a small figure ran to the hospital bed, holding the edge of the bed with both hands, looking at Le Yan on tiptoe.

Le Yan looked at this boy with an inexplicable sense of intimacy, especially when he saw tears in his big black eyes and his brows were wrinkled and a little red, so he couldn't help comforting him: "It's okay, it's okay , don't cry."

"Father said that men don't flick their tears easily, but it's just that I'm a man who can't cry, but I can't help it...my precious mother...the baby's heart hurts..."

"Don't cry, don't cry, I, I don't hurt, your father has already applied medicine to me..." Le Yan saw a child for the first time, and she was still so sensible, which made her at a loss and didn't know how to coax her he.

The little guy stretched his neck and looked, then frowned his brows again, pouted his delicate mouth, pointed at her wound suspiciously and asked, "Why is it still not healed? Is mom going to die?" It's over...I don't want to be a child without a mother...My lord, you hurry up and save my mother, and let her wounds heal..."

"Go out, mom saw it too, go back and practice shooting well."

"No..." Yan Baobao wanted to refuse, but he was a little afraid to meet his father's cold eyes, and didn't dare to say the word 'yes', and continued to writhe by the bed, not wanting to leave.

Le Yan felt that Murong Shengqian was a bit cold-blooded, such a good baby treated him so coldly, poor baby, life without mother's love is hard...

"Don't scare him. A three-year-old kid doesn't have strong hand joints, so you let him shoot... I want to ask, can he hold it?" Le Yan couldn't help but feel sorry for Baby Yan. He touched his little hand with his hand, felt a little callus, and rubbed it for him distressed.

Murong Shenggan's face became darker and darker. Seeing the interaction between them became more and more intimate, his whole body seemed to have fallen into vinegar. He got up and walked to the bed, holding Yan Baobao with one hand and walked to the door. Put him down and close the door. door.

Yan Baobao rolled his eyes, glanced at his little hands, and snorted coldly: "This time it doesn't count, next time I will let Mommy fix you to death!"

"Little Master..."

Fu Yanjie was standing in front of the door, listening to his words clearly, and of course he also heard what he said to Leyan in the ward. This was the first time he had seen the young master's double-dealing appearance, and he couldn't help being terrified. Trembling for a moment, pretending nothing happened, he raised his hand, ready to take him back to the car.

"You really think of me as a young master?"

"Yes."

"Then you go in and tell my father that there is an emergency military request for him to deal with, and let him leave the hospital as soon as possible."

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