539 Crying Nose

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Wedding... a wedding on the agenda? ! what the hell?

"Who likes you and wants to marry you, Di Mingjue, don't talk about yourself! I said it was just an example... uh—!"

The rest of the voice was silenced by a fiery kiss again.

After the kiss ended, Mu Yan slapped the man on the chest.

"Mother...Mother!"

At this time, she heard Xiaobao's call again.

Mu Yan was startled, and quickly released Little Treasure and the fat rabbit in the space.

As soon as he released the control of the space, Xiaobao's body rushed into Muyan's arms.

A child who has always been mature like a little adult, crying for the first time is heart-wrenching and sobbing.

"My mother is bad! Woohoo... My mother is bad! Xiaobao hates my mother! Woohoo..."

He clearly said disgusting words, but his little arm was tightly hugging Mu Yan's neck, and he was reluctant to let go for a moment.

There were no tears shed in the most desperate moments just now, and no tears were shed when Di Ming Jue rushed to rescue him.

At this moment, it broke down.

Muyan hugged her son's soft and small body tightly, her voice choked, "Xiaobao, I'm sorry, it's your mother's fault that made you worry."

Xiaobao's head was tightly buried in her neck, and her little body kept twitching.

Hot tears flowed down her neck on the skin, and her whole heart was aching from the heat.

Muyan wanted to lift her baby son's face to see if his eyes were swollen from crying.

But Xiaobao hugged her neck and didn't let go.

It was the first time that he would not cooperate with Mu Yan's actions and would not listen to Mu Yan's words.

Even if Di Mingjue said by the side, "A man, how can you cry at every turn?"

If he is provoked on weekdays, he will obediently let go of Muyan's little treasure.

This time, as if he didn't hear him, he just refused to raise his head.

Mu Yan let out a light breath, her expression was indescribably sour and soft, and suddenly let out a low moan.

It sounded like a command.

Let Xiaobao, who was reluctant to look up, suddenly raise his head.

Showing a pair of crying red eyes and a small face full of tears.

Little Treasure couldn't care about how embarrassed he looked, and hurriedly asked, "Mother, what's the matter with you?"

Muyan frowned slightly, wiped away the tears from Xiaobao's face gently, and then said softly, "Mother's wounds haven't healed yet, so it's a little painful. Is it okay for Xiaobao to apply medicine for her?"

Xiaobao twitched his nose and said nothing.

Although he is young, he is very smart.

At this time, it was already known that this was Mu Yan's intentional scream.

However, when she saw the wound on her mother's back, her big blue eyes were filled with tears again.

He gritted his teeth and nodded, holding back the tears: "Mother is in pain, Xiaobao rubs the medicine for her."

Muyan's heart seemed to be soaked in a hot honey pot, both sour and sweet.

She took out the mysterious medicine, Xiaobao took it immediately, and carefully poured it onto the wounds on Muyan's back and shoulders.

The irritation of the medicine entering the wound made Mu Yan frown slightly and let out a low groan.

Immediately, nervous voices, one big and one small, came from my ears, "Mother/Yan Yan, how are you? Does it hurt?"

Little Treasure leaned over his little head, pursed his lips, and blew softly, "Mother doesn't hurt, Little Treasure blows, the pain is flying."

Mu Yan's eyes were soft as if about to melt.

When Xiaobao was very young, he was injured in the forest, and Muyan used to blow his wound like this.

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