System, the stylist did something to his waist again today!

"VICTORY!"

"Huh! A game lasts forty minutes. Is this the skill flow of this era? These people are more cunning than the hornet's nest at my grandma's house."

After playing two games, Yu Kouchen casually placed his phone on the bed, leaned against the bedside table, stared at the ceiling, and felt stars in his eyes and as if his soul was leaving his body.

Perhaps it was because his body had just suffered a serious illness and had not yet fully recovered, but Yu Kouchen had to take a bath, cut his hair, wash his hair, and finally go downstairs for another round.

He now played two games without caring about the life and death of each cell in his body. He suddenly felt so weak as if his soul had flown away, his head was dizzy, and he felt really uncomfortable.

Yu Kouchen closed his eyes for a while before he drove away the stars circling in his eyes. He glanced at the time, it was half past twelve. He was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, but he found that the floor-to-ceiling windows and curtains were not closed.

"Hiss, did I wash the clothes and not hang them out to dry?"

Yu Kouchen jumped up from the bed, and his brain, which had suffered temporary amnesia, immediately recovered its memory before playing the game. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have washed clothes, but did not hang them on the balcony.

He looked towards the bathroom with some doubt, then towards the floor-to-ceiling window, and hesitated for a while. Finally, he decided to check it out before he could go to sleep peacefully. Otherwise, his obsessive-compulsive disorder would not allow him to rest.

"Me? I actually washed the clothes and didn't hang them out to dry."

Yu Kouchen first went to the nearest bathroom, opened the washing machine and took a look. Sure enough, he saw a few pieces of clothes that had not been hung out to dry. He covered his chest with some relief.

"Luckily I got up to read it, otherwise I would be miserable the whole day if I saw all this tomorrow."

As Yu Kouchen said this, he took the clothes out of the washing machine, turned around and turned on the light on the balcony, and went out of the floor-to-ceiling window. The breeze blew across his face, and the dim light softened his eyebrows and added a gentle glow to his whole body.

Yu Kouchen glanced at the empty clothes hanger on the balcony, then looked up at the automatic clothes drying pole and clothes rack above his head. He turned around, thinking about how to lower the pole from high up, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the button.

"Hiss, this thing can't be automatic, right?"

Yu Kouchen took a look at the clothing box and found that it was made of metal. He raised his eyebrows unconsciously, walked to the clothing box with some suspicion, and put the clothes in it.

The clothes hanger flashed the moment the clothes were put in, and it stretched out two mechanical arms, took the clothes hanger from the clothesline, and hung the clothes up skillfully.

"Wow~ Isn't this little basket quite interesting?"

Yu Kouchen's pupils dilated in surprise in an instant. He just stood on the balcony, watching the operation of the lowest-equipped automatic clothes drying equipment, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

Of course, any normal human being who traveled to this world from the 21st century would be stunned with surprise upon seeing such a scene. Yu Kouchen just followed it with his head shaking up and down and left and right out of curiosity, which was already good enough.

"Ba ba~piao liang...liang mama...na na..."

On the third floor opposite, in the French window that could not be seen outside, a cute little boy wearing plush blue and white bunny pajamas was lying in the arms of a handsome, slightly sickly, long-haired man wearing gold-rimmed glasses with a metal chain.

The little guy's little butt was supported by the man's strong arms, and his little feet, wearing cute plush socks, gently stepped on his legs sitting in the wheelchair.

The little guy was delicate and cute, he nestled obediently in the man's arms, but his big black eyes were fixed on Yu Kouchen opposite him, his voice was very babyish, the pronunciation was not very accurate, but the sound of "mom" was there.

"Cough cough cough..."

Cheng Keyu listened to the little guy's words, and narrowed his narrow eyes as he looked at Yu Kouchen from under his gold-rimmed glasses. He was about to speak when he suddenly felt an itchy feeling in his throat. He tilted his head, clenched his fists, and coughed softly. His face instantly became paler.

"Baba..."

When the little girl heard Cheng Keyu's cough, her beautiful big eyes were instantly filled with tears, and her curly and thick eyelashes were instantly wet by the tears, but she pouted her mouth and did not dare to cry.

"Beibei, Daddy is fine."

Cheng Keyu coughed for a while and finally recovered. He hid his bloody palm in his sleeve and let Beibei sit on his lap. He gently rubbed his head with his other hand, his voice low and hoarse, tinged with some morbidity and unquestionableness.

"you should go to bed."

"Mama..."

When Beibei heard what Cheng Keyu said, she pouted her lips again, glanced in the direction of Yu Kouchen, scratched in his direction with her little paws, and spoke to him in a crying voice. It was not that she refused to sleep, but that she was afraid of sleeping alone.

"Beibei, not all good-looking people are your moms. How many times do you want daddy to tell you that?"

Cheng Keyu had just managed to coax the little one to stop crying, and now seeing him crying and refusing to go to sleep again, his already limited patience was gone in an instant.

"Wow... Mama... Wow..."

His face turned cold in an instant. The deterrence and violence accumulated from years of licking blood on the tip of a knife and fighting in a sea of ​​blood instantly scared the little guy into tears.

"Dad asked Grandma Hui to come and accompany you."

Cheng Keyu saw Beibei crying so hard that she was heartbroken. That face that looked so much like his older brother and his wife made him soften his heart for a moment. He could no longer say any harsh words. He sighed, put him in the crib, left these words, and turned his wheelchair away.

"Second Master, the young master..."

Aunt Hui saw Cheng Keyu coming out, but Beibei was still crying, and her heart ached suddenly. However, she could not blame the powerful yet pitiful man in front of her, so she could only bow first, with a look of wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"He won't sleep, Aunt Hui, go and coax him."

As soon as Cheng Keyu finished speaking, he left Beibei's room without looking back. Aunt Hui hurried in to coax the little guy. When the little guy saw her, he cried and threw himself into her arms, pointing in the direction of Yu Kouchen and spoke to her pitifully in a baby voice.

"Grandma...Mom..."

Aunt Hui looked up in that direction, and when she saw Yu Kouchen's face before he turned around and went back to the room, she was stunned for a moment, then she lowered her head to coax the little guy.

"Little Master, be good, that's not your mother, it's just a very handsome uncle. Uncle is not your mother..."

Cheng Keyu listened to the conversation between Aunt Hui and the little guy, and his brows unconsciously frowned. His hands, which were placed on the wheelchair, unconsciously clenched into fists, which turned white.

His confidant Chi Mo stood beside him and put a thick coat on him. Seeing that his face was paler than before, he frowned and handed him pills and hot water, speaking earnestly.

"Second Master, you should rest."

"Ah."

After Cheng Keyu swallowed the pill, the burning pain from his chest to his throat eased a lot, and he handed over the cup.

After his confidant Chi Ning took it, he turned around to deal with it. Chi Mo then pushed the wheelchair and sent Cheng Keyu to his bedroom.

"Who's that person across from Beibei's room?"

Cheng Keyu's fingers tapped rhythmically on the wheelchair cushion unconsciously, and his other hand unconsciously adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. His narrow eyes were deep and profound, and the color in his eyes was dark and unclear.

"Find out." Cheng Keyu did not give Chi Mo a chance to answer him. He retracted his fingers and calmly wiped the blood off his palm with a tissue. "I want to see him."

Chi Mo's expression paused slightly, with a flash of doubt in his eyes, but he did not question Cheng Keyu's decision, but answered him in a resounding voice, "Yes."

Yu Kouchen was right in front of Beibei's room. The floor-to-ceiling windows in this room had very good sound insulation, and you couldn't see inside from the outside. You could only see the outside materials from the inside.

After Yu Kouchen got his outfit back this morning, he happened to water the dying flowers on the balcony.

Beibei happened to be playing in the room by herself, and saw him, thinking he was her mother. She has been crying all day and no matter how she is coaxed, it doesn't work.

Cheng Keyu started to turn down the heat, and everyone in the villa lived in fear, as if they were walking on thin ice.

He went to coax the little guy himself, and saw that the little guy kept calling Yu Kouchen "Mom", and there was more helplessness in his eyes.

The little guy has never been like this before. Obviously, when this happened before, as long as we talked to him clearly, he would behave himself. But today, it didn't work. He was so stubborn that no one could coax him.

Cheng Keyu has always been a principled man, but for the sake of his eldest brother and sister-in-law's only blood, he always has infinite tolerance and patience, although it is not much.

Yu Kouchen, who knew nothing about all this, was already lying on the bed, hugging the quilt, sleeping soundly.