Chapter 1602 You Are My Faith (14)

The boy who was quietly buried in the baby's arms had his eyelids drooped and remained motionless.

It's like he didn't hear anything at all, immersed in his own world.

Until he felt his head being knocked again, he made a subtle noise.

He bit his lip, like a soft bun who was aggrieved but didn't dare to be angry, and rubbed himself quietly.

I wanted to cry a little bit, but I still endured it.

Biting her lip obediently, she whispered.

"Like...dolls."

Especially, like it very much.

He spoke very seriously, taking every word seriously.

Ji Chuchu touched his little head with pity.

"nice! You love it."

"As long as you like it, mom can buy you anything."

The young boy did not speak.

I finally had some reaction, but it soon disappeared again.

He hugged his angel doll tightly, as if he was afraid that his doll would disappear.

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Ji Chuchu retreated from the room and turned off the light.

The lights in the villa were bright, she went downstairs and answered the phone.

When the person on the phone was talking, her expression was a little cold.

Even, impatient.

"We are divorced, what else do you want to say?"

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"So? After all that, don't you just want Xiao Che?"

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"I'm telling you, he's mine, there's no need to talk about it."

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"You dare! If you dare to snatch him away, I will fight with you!"

Ji Chuchu didn't have the patience to continue listening. After putting down the harsh words, he hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

She didn't know what the other party said, but she seemed very angry.

He slammed the phone on the sofa, as if he was a little angry.

The servant cleaning nearby was startled and did not dare to move.

Ji Chuchu clenched his fists and looked gloomy.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, saying nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.

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After the lights in the room were turned off, the boy who was supposed to be lying on the bed got up again at some point.

The one with short arms and legs crawled to the bed and turned on the night light.

This place in the room suddenly lit up.

It illuminates the angel doll lying quietly on the bed.

The boy hugged the doll, flapped his eyelashes gently, and pecked its face.

The next second, as if a switch was turned on, a familiar blow hit his forehead.

It's not heavy, but it still hurts a little.

In the silent room, the girl's fierce voice sounded again, pretending to be fierce.

"If you don't sleep well, what do you want to do?"

The boy was wearing loose milk-white pajamas, and his soft hair was a little messy.

His big, clear and clean eyes stared at her unblinkingly, bent.

Even when he was beaten, he opened his arms stupidly like a fool who couldn't feel the pain.

I want her to hold me.

"Cesia...Cesia..."

He was calling her name over and over again, as if he was in a daze.

The beautiful girl with wings is like an elf in the trees, light and delicate in mid-air.

The silly boy opened his arms, with a stupid hair on his head, and tried to reach her stupidly.

After finally reaching it, he grinned as if he had gotten candy.

He hugged her softly and rubbed her.

He said without mentioning: "Chesia... Cesia..."

Angel Chesia poked his little head and expressed curiosity about what was in his head.

She couldn't help but wonder, could losing his memory really turn a thoughtful god into such a stupid idiot?