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Gujia old house.

"Young Master!" At the gate, I saw the West City coming back. Lao Zheng was busy rushing over and put the jacket in his hand on him. "What happened?"

Just two people heard his movements chasing out, no longer seen people, worried about waiting here for a long time, and did not dare to mobilize Gu Wenhou afraid of his worry, so had to wait here.

West City tightened the jacket, "What about you?"

"I let Azhen [the name of Bai Yu] look upstairs." Lao Zheng looked at him doubtfully, watching Xicheng did not explain much, but also did not ask much interest, see him enter the yard, immediately close the gate Ok, "Mr. is sleeping upstairs."

"Well!" West City nodded. "Don't tell him about this, I will confess to him later."

"Good." Lao Zheng is busy.

The two walked up and down the stairs one after the other, Xicheng replaced the wet slippers on the feet, and changed a pair of shoes upstairs.

When I walked into the bedroom, I saw that the white pheasant was sitting on the sofa and saw him coming in, and immediately got up and greeted him.

"you……"

"Nothing, go to rest." A glance at the sleeping son, Xicheng whispered.

Bai Yan looked at him and gently nodded to the door.

Xicheng took off his coat, walked to the side of the cot, watched the little guy's sleep, walked to the window, looked at the spruce, reached out and tightened the curtains, and the man returned to sit in the sofa.

Of course, instead of continuing to work, it is limited to contemplation.

Sure enough, Xia Wen has been paying attention to him, no, it should be concerned about the thoughts.

Unfortunately, he just reacted too warmly. If he could think of her earlier, if he was just a little faster...

It seems that she already knows that she found her, will she be afraid to appear again?

Lifting both hands and holding the temples, Xicheng is full of trouble.

Now, what should he do?

The door was lightly buckled twice and he stood up and pulled the door open.

The white stork stood outside the door, holding a tray in his hand, and a tray of hot **** syrup in the tray.

"I gave you some **** syrup, drink a little to go to the cold, the child's resistance is poor, if you catch a cold, he will also catch a cold."

Xicheng nodded and raised his hand to pick up the tray. He thanked him.

"You can rest assured, take a break early."

"Or else, take care of the young master tonight, do you have a good night's rest?"

"I'm fine!" Xicheng shook his head. "You go to rest."

Bai Hao nodded helplessly, turned and left.

The soup was brought in, Xicheng took the bowl, wrinkled the nose, and finally sent the soup to the lips, and endured the disgusting drink.

Now the Gu family relies on him to support. It turns out that it is only a company and a father. Now there is one more son... He must ensure that he is healthy and strong enough.

A bowl of soup was underwater, and the whole body rose warmly, overflowing with a thin layer of sweat.

The night is deep, but he still has no sleep.

In the small bed, the little guy suddenly turned over, and Xicheng was busy getting up and wanted to help him cover the quilt.

The palm accidentally touched the little guy's finger, he was busy holding the action, the little guy snorted twice, the little hand touched him on his hand, took it in his arms, and went on to sleep.

Two small hands, holding him tightly, Xicheng gently pumped, did not even pull out, waited for a while, he gently opened the small hand of thought.

The palm of the hand just pulled out of the little guy's arms, the little guy was unhappy to pick it up, and the little mouth screamed to cry.