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Xu Junhao blinked slowly and didn't come back to his senses for a while.

The male classmate took a breath, but still couldn't hide his excitement, and said proudly: "Many top students in Class 1 have been crushed by you this time. Xu Junhao, you have brought glory to our class!"

Xu Junhao's anxious heart gradually dropped and he smiled relaxedly.

More than an hour later.

Bai Wan walked downstairs tremblingly with a red face.

Li Nuanyang was sitting in the restaurant having breakfast. Seeing that she seemed very weak, he took the initiative to hold her arm and led her to a chair to sit down.

He couldn't speak clearly, and his big, round eyes were full of worry: "Mom, I'm sick..."

Seeing the concerned look on the little one's face, Bai Wan touched the tip of her nose guiltily, and her ears became even redder.

Li Jing'an, who was one step behind, took the initiative to help her out, rubbed Li Nuanyang's head and said, "Your mother is not sick."

Li Nuanyang didn't believe it and stared straight at Bai Wan, saying, "Her face is red..."

"Maybe it's hot." Li Jing'an said without changing his face.

When Bai Wan heard this, the scene of intimacy in the cloakroom reappeared in Bai Wan's mind, and she gave Li Jing'an a hard look.

She didn't know what was wrong with her before, but she couldn't resist the temptation and took the initiative to flirt with Li Jing'an.

As a result, the end can be imagined...

She was almost beaten to death.

If she hadn't taken the initiative to beg for mercy, she probably wouldn't have been able to come downstairs for another hour.

Li Jing'an didn't get angry after being stared at. Instead, he took the initiative to rub Bai Wan's waist and coax her softly.

Seeing the sweet interaction between his parents, the jealous Li Nuanyang curled his lips in displeasure.

The next second, he stood up and brought the prepared bread and eight-treasure porridge to Bai Wan, and thoughtfully picked up a small spoon to feed her.

Bai Wan was immediately warmed by the little guy.

She cooperated and ate the eight-treasure porridge fed by Li Nuanyang himself, then held Li Nuanyang's face in her hands, rubbed it lovingly, and said with bright eyes: "Our Yangyang is awesome, mom loves Yangyang the most." Got it!"

Li Nuanyang squinted his eyes and smiled, his expression bright and sunny.

Anyone who sees this picture will never believe that he is a child suffering from extreme bipolar disorder and autism.

Bai Wan kissed his forehead in reward.

Li Nuanyang immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Jing'an, with a bit of uncontrollable embarrassment in his eyes.

Although Li Jing'an was a little jealous, he also knew that his son held a grudge.

Plus, I was in a good mood today, so I didn’t argue with him.

The three of them had breakfast, and Li Jing'an went back to the study for a meeting.

Bai Wan took Li Nuanyang's hand and went to the cloakroom to pick out clothes to prepare for the afternoon meeting between the two families.

In the cloakroom.

Li Nuanyang sat obediently on the small chair, swaying his legs, and quietly followed Bai Wan, who was choosing clothes in front of the wardrobe.

Bai Wan looked up and down, and after choosing for a long time, she proposed a mint green children's suit. There were two cute little horns on the hood of the jacket.

She lifted the clothes and waved them in front of Li Nuanyang's eyes, and said softly: "Yangyang, can we wear this outfit today?"

"This is the new clothes grandma bought you last time. You haven't worn such a bright color before. It must look good!"

Seeing that she seemed to be looking forward to it, Li Nuanyang nodded in agreement.

Bai Wan immediately put it on for him.

The size of the clothes was just right, and the mint green color weakened the coldness on Li Nuanyang's body, making him look like a dumpling.

Bai Wan did not hide her surprise, held him in her hands, kissed him, and praised: "Our Yangyang is the cutest kid in the world, and my mother loves him so much."