It is sometimes very simple to conquer the heart of a wounded woman, but sometimes it is difficult to imagine. Some women will leave a deep shadow after being hurt, as if there is a small voice in their heart that will remind themselves to be careful at any time. But in the face of Yan Jiyun's thick-skinned attack, Shui Han finally gave up resisting. In fact, after some things on the cruise ship, Shui Han had already forgiven Yan Jiyun. Now she knows that he will no longer interact with that woman, so she feels more at ease, but this does not mean that she will let Yan Jiyun succeed easily.

When he got home, Shui Han and Xiao Linglemon were playing together. Although Yan Jiyun also participated and wanted to get closer to the child, he also found that the child always liked to stick to Shui Han, and his relationship with him was really weak.

Looking at the mother and son sitting opposite him, one big and one small figure occupied his sight and mind. He felt that it was not enough to just carry Shui Han home, and he always lacked something.

"Hanhan, you spelled this wrongly, it wasn't for putting it here..." Little Lemon said to Shui Han in a slight voice, holding a blue thing in his hand and putting it into the space on the puzzle.

Shui Han smiled: "My son is so smart. You are much better than your mother!"

Although Little Lemon is only over three years old, he is better at playing puzzles than ordinary adults. This is because his child is smart and smart. Another reason is that he spends almost all day at home and can only play with these things. It is really a monotonous life.

Yan Jiyun observed for a long time, and he had long seen that Xiao Lemon is actually very smart and learns everything very quickly. As a father, he is naturally happy, but when he thinks of the child's body, he will feel worried. Although if he continues to be conditioned like this now, Xiao Lemon may be better than he is in three or five years, but the child is now at the age of going to kindergarten. He should start to have his own friends, which is a happy thing. However, Xiao Lemon's current physical condition is not suitable for going to kindergarten.

Whenever Yan Jiyun thinks of this, he feels distressed and guilty. He has always been upset about Shui Han's premature birth.

Shui Han was playing with Xiao Ninglean, but she would also pay attention to Yan Jiyun's actions from time to time and find that he seemed to have something to do. What was this man thinking about? He always played with advanced things.

"Yan Jiyun, you..."

"What are you calling me?" Yan Jiyun frowned, as if he was unhappy.

Shui Han was stunned: "I call your name."

Yan Jiyun's thin lips curled, and a fascinating smile appeared on his cold face: "Call me husband."

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Shui Han glared at him, held back her laughter, and didn't start not looking at him, muttering: "It's awkward to call my husband."

"Awkward? Didn't you call me when I fought with Fandi's bodyguard? Why didn't you feel awkward at that time?" Yan Jiyun stared at her fiercely, got up and sat next to her, his eyes showing an extremely dangerous look.

Seeing this, Shui Han looked at him sympathetically: "Your expression is so fierce now. You are called forced. I didn't voluntarily. Even if I call you, what's the point? Humph... Don't you rarely call your wife, except when you're in bed."

As soon as Shui Han said this, she was stunned. She hurriedly looked down and saw that Little Lemon was still in the puzzle, and there was nothing unusual. She felt relieved. She just felt embarrassed and secretly embarrassed. Why did she say that accidentally? The child is still here.

Yan Jiyun looked at Shui Han with a smile, and his eyes contained the meaning of making her blush and her heart beat.

"Wife, do you like me calling you like that in bed or do you usually call me that? No matter what, you have to call me husband now, otherwise I have to talk about how I call my wife in bed in front of my son. I remember...every time we are always naked, and then..."

"Stop and stop..." Shui Han hurriedly covered his mouth: "Don't say it!"

"Then are you screaming?" Yan Jiyun grabbed her hand with a burning look: "Call it quickly."

"Okay OK, my name is...husband, husband, husband! OK?"

Little Lemon raised his head, and Shui Lingling looked at Shui Han with big eyes, and then looked at Yan Jiyun. Then, as if he felt something, his eyes dripped and he actually got into Shui Han's arms. His tender voice said to Yan Jiyun: "Mom is just playing with me, she won't play with you..."

Shui Han was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. Looking at Yan Jiyun's face, she felt so happy.

"Yes, yes, yes, our son is right, I won't play with you!"

Yan Jiyun gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand and pinched Little Lemon's face: "Listen, boy, you are mine, your mother is mine, and you are mine!"

Shui Han smiled even more happily: "The child is so young. He won't understand what you said. In short, the child is closer to me. Do you want to capture your son's heart? It's a long way, hahaha..."

Little Lemon really doesn't understand what adults say, but at least the child's pure mind can feel a little "crisis". He feels that the man in front of him, his father, is here to compete with him for his mother.

When he went to bed at night, the little lemon became tighter and he slept between Shui Han and Yan Jiyun...

When Shui Han started to tell stories to the child, Yan Jiyun could bear it, but he found that Xiao Lemon always occupied Shui Han's arms and refused to come out, robbing all the benefits that originally belonged to him. This would not work. The child was so close to Shui Han. If the family lived together in the future, wouldn't he be the same as sleeping alone?

That night, Yan Jiyun slept very depressedly, while Shui Han looked at him innocently: "Honey, our son is still young, let him sleep with us. Anyway, this was the case when you were not here before."

That was the past, but now it is different. Yan Jiyun wanted to move back and live with his wife and children, but he had to solve some problems first... First of all, it was about sleeping. Then he had to seize Shui Han's heart step by step and let her be as devoted to her as before. There was also Little Lemon, the child had never called him "Dad" once, and there was always a sense of distance between him, which made Yan Jiyun very unhappy. But he also knew that this was too anxious and needed to slowly cultivate his feelings.

The next day, Yan Jiyun didn't go to the company and spent the whole day with Xiao Yonglean at home. He had dinner, played, took the children to the garden to play, took medicine, went to the toilet, and took naps... He began to learn to do these things. Although he didn't do well enough for a while, at least he was very attentive.

Little Lemon was very obedient when he was taking a nap. Yan Jiyun sat quietly by the bed, looking at his son's sleeping look. He was so innocent that it made people feel palpitations. His white skin was almost translucent, his eyebrows and nose looked like him, but his face and mouth looked a bit like Shui Han. He had seen photos of himself when he was a child, and compared with Little Lemon, it really looked like a mold carved.

The process of this small life coming to the world was very difficult. He was fragile, but he also had a strong will that adults admired. Yan Jiyun saw the child and Chinese medicine again today. That scene was always lingering in his mind. While feeling distressed, he was deeply impressed by the child's strength. Looking at this reduced version of himself, Yan Jiyun's heart could not calm down for a long time... The child slept so sweetly and peacefully, as beautiful as an angel. I really hope that this little girl's body can get better as soon as possible, and he will find the best school for the child at that time...

Yan Jiyun didn't know how soft his expression was on his face at this moment, and the light flowing in his deep eyes was particularly warm. It was the father's love for his children, and the innate response of family affection that was thicker than water. The more he got along with Little Lemon, the more Yan Jiyun would want to love the child Wuai, as if an invisible force was growing in his heart, instructing him to pay attention and cherish this weak baby.

Yan Jiyun unknowingly leaned closer to his head, held his breath and kissed Xiao Lemon's white and tender cheeks gently... The indescribable feeling made Yan Jiyun stiffen, and his father's love surging in his heart.

Afraid of waking up the child, he quietly stepped back, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was so satisfied.

After a while, Xiao Yonglean woke up, but when he saw Yan Jiyun in front of the window, he was very uncomfortable. He hugged in the quilt and opened his eyes wide, looking at Yan Jiyun, quietly without saying anything, frowning and pouting, looking very cute.

"Awaken? Dad puts clothes for you..." Yan Jiyun picked up Little Lemon's clothes, but the little guy didn't plan to get up immediately. He said calmly: "Hanhan can sing when she puts clothes on me. Can you sing?"

Singing? Yan Jiyun's smile twitched a few times in an instant... He can sing love songs, even bel cantos, but he can sing children's songs, he is really not good at it.

Yan Jiyun suddenly remembered that he had heard Shui Han sing "Little Star" to Xiao Lemon, that's simple.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Yan Jiyun cleared his throat, his old face heated up, and he opened his mouth and sang a few words, but Little Lemon stretched out his hands from the quilt and made a crossing position.

"What does it mean?" Yan Jiyun asked in confusion.

Little Lemon hummed with a nose: "It's just a cross, which means you don't sing. Little Star Mother is the best singing, so you should sing the most exciting national style!"

"What? You asked me to sing that?" Yan Jiyun's face turned green, but in order to make his son happy, he still thought about it secretly. Although he had never listened to that song carefully, he usually heard the square dances outside for a few times. The melody was simple and easy to remember, and he could sing a few sentences.

Yan Jiyun was about to sing, but suddenly he thought of another thing, and a light flashed through his eyes: "Son, after I sing, can you call me Dad?"

When Xiao Lemon heard this, he immediately pulled the quilt and covered his little face...

"You...you..." Yan Jiyun was defeated, but he couldn't lose his temper, so he had to give in.

"You are the most beautiful cloud in my heart, filling you with wine..." Yan Jiyun felt quite easy, and Little Lemon also drilled out of the quilt.

"How is it, I sing well, right?"

Little Lemon thought for a while and said, "You sing Jiangnan style."

"What?"

"Gangnan style, do you know how to dance the horse riding dance while singing?" Xiao Lemon repeated again.
Chapter completed!