Chapter 608 Is It Too Late Now?

Hearing the words, Mu Yazhe slightly bent his eyes, crouched down slightly, and held his shoulders.

He quietly looked at the little milk bag, looking at the doting in his eyes, there was no need to hide it.

Thin lips parted slightly, and a few words escaped.

"Now, is it too late?"

His tone was serious and his expression serious, Yun Tianyou was stunned for a moment, a little stunned.

"Now, I love you, pet you, love you, is it too late?" Mu Yazhe couldn't help holding his little hand, kneading the back of his hand with the pulp of his fingers.

The hands of the little milk bag are soft and fleshy, which is unique to a seven-year-old child.

The skin on the hands was as white as snow, and the blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible.

The fingertips are lovely pink.

It is unimaginable that these hands have created so many incredible myths.

It was these hands that destroyed the Pentagon's defense system only a few minutes ago.

His son is a genius!

Even at the age of seven, his achievements have attracted worldwide attention.

In the small body, it seems that what a powerful soul is hidden.

Incredible.

This is his son, he should be proud.

I should be very happy to have such an excellent and talented son.

But now, holding his pink and tender hand, Mu Yazhe seemed to have something sour in his heart that was constantly spreading.

distressed.

I really feel sorry for this kid.

Even if he has achieved remarkable achievements, there is no doubt that he is only a seven-year-old child.

He didn't even know what to use to imagine what kind of childhood he had.

While investigating his background and identity, he also obtained a thick stack of case reports.

According to the report, the child spent almost all of his time in the hospital until he was three years old.

Congenital heart insufficiency...

asthma……

Respiratory Syndrome...

Mu Yazhe kneaded his little hand, but the distress in his eyes was beyond words.

Yun Tianyou was stunned, and then slowly pulled out his little hand from his palm.

"Probably, is it too late?"

Yun Tianyou frowned slightly, pursed his lips and said, "I'm used to it."

He is strong enough now.

Strong enough to protect Mommy.

The wealth and power he possesses are enough to maintain the family well.

"Apart from Mommy, nothing matters to me."

After all, Yun Tianyou turned around slowly, took a deep breath, and left the study.

Mu Yazhe looked at his back deeply, curled his lips, and smiled.

He could see that this child clearly yearned for his embrace.

When I was in the hospital that day, when I was holding him, my small hands carefully wrapped around his waist and nestled in his arms. Although it was only for that moment, it was as obedient as a kitten with its claws restrained.

Just stubborn and stubborn.

After all, the seven-year estrangement is neither deep nor shallow, but it is also separated by a gulf.

It seems that it is not easy to get into his heart and let him accept his father from the heart.

When entering the restaurant, Yun Tianyou was holding the bowl and sucking the noodles with satisfaction.

As soon as he saw him, his eyes changed instantly, and his expression was a little complicated.

Yun Shishi asked, "Youyou, how is Mommy's craftsmanship?"

"Great!" Youyou clapped his hands and praised without hesitation.

No scorching, no raw noodles, no salty or bland taste, and improved craftsmanship!

In fact, Youyou is very picky about the taste of food, but the requirements for his mother's craftsmanship are really low.