Bai still looked into his cold eyes, so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.

"Bai Yiran, don't say that you are just my girlfriend now, even if we are married, it is not your turn to say these things to my son! What are you?"

"Sihan, I was wrong!" Bai Yiran's eyes turned red instantly, "I just want Xiaotian to accept me and tell him what marriage means, I really don't have any other meaning..."

Seeing Bai still crying like pear blossoms with rain, Huo Sihan couldn't help but think of Yan Qinghuan who was crying in his arms with a messy face, and looking at this face, he felt a bit artificial.

"Okay, it's getting late, you go back to your room to rest first."

Bai still nodded, turned around, a ruthless light flashed in his watery eyes, the little bastard actually did this with her!
As soon as Bai Yiran left, Huo Sihan squatted beside Yan Zhanfeng, "Does your shoulder still hurt?"

Yan Zhanfeng looked at the man's cold face, and suddenly stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck.

Huo Sihan froze for a moment, then patted his back with stiff hands, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Zhanfeng shook his head, "Daddy, can you sleep with me tonight?"

Huo Sihan was very surprised. Since Xiaotian was born, father and son have never slept together. Hearing Xiaotian's aggrieved voice, Huo Sihan nodded hesitantly.

Yan Zhanfeng happily went back to the bedroom to bring his little quilt.

The sheets and quilts in the bedroom had been replaced with brand new ones, and there was no trace of Bai Yiran in the room, Huo Sihan relaxed a lot.

Yan Zhanfeng lay obediently on the bed, patted the place beside him, "Daddy, come here."

Huo Sihan looked at the little guy's expectant eyes, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "I'll take a shower first, you go to sleep, don't wait for me."

When he came out of the shower, he saw that the little guy still had two big eyes open. He was obviously very sleepy, but he was still persisting, obviously waiting for him.

Huo Sihan lifted the quilt, lay down next to him, and turned off the lights in the room, leaving only the dim yellow light from the head of the bed to shine on the faces of the two of them, which looked extraordinarily soft.

"Go to sleep."

"Daddy, can you tell stories?"

Huo Sihan: ...

What is that woman Yan Qinghuan doing?I can't even put him to sleep, but let him come.

Huo Sihan lifted the quilt, "I'm going to get the storybook."

"No, Daddy, can you sing then?"

Huo Sihan lay back, his voice was cold, "No."

Yan Zhanfeng suddenly felt that Xiaotian was so pitiful. Every time Mommy coaxed him and Xiaoyu to sleep, she would tell stories and sing nursery rhymes, but Daddy knew nothing.

"Then... let me tell you a story."

"No, sleep."

"Then I'll sing you a song."

"sleep."

Yan Zhanfeng was very disappointed, his eyes were wide open, this time he really couldn't sleep.

Ever since that woman Yan Qinghuan came to Huo's house, Xiaotian seemed to become more and more abnormal.

"Did your fairy sister ask you to do this?"

Yan Zhanfeng looked at him suspiciously, "Daddy, you are so busy, I just wish I could spend more time with you, but you don't seem to like this, so I'd better go back to my bedroom."

As Yan Zhanfeng said, he was about to leave with the quilt in his arms, but Huo Sihan frowned and called him back, "Sleep obediently, don't talk anymore."

Yan Zhanfeng glanced at him quietly, "Daddy..."

"Huh?" Huo Sihan frowned.

Yan Zhanfeng whispered, "Can I hug you to sleep?"

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