Mu Ningxi opened her eyes in a daze and was stunned by the scene in front of her.
How can this be?
She must be in a dream.
Mu Ningxi was stunned by the severe headache. She opened her eyes again and confirmed that the picture in front of her was not a dream but reality.
He Tingchen was lying on the sofa opposite her, and her baby son was sleeping soundly and curled up in He Tingchen's arms.
The impact of this picture was so high that she was shocked.
She always thought that An An hated He Tingchen and hated him very much, but now she realized that she was wrong.
Blood relationship is really a wonderful thing. An An has hated being touched by others since she was a child. Apart from her, An An rarely has physical contact with others, let alone being so intimately held in her arms.
Looking at the two extremely similar faces, Mu Ningxi felt ripples in her heart. Maybe she shouldn't hide the truth about He Tingchen and An An being his son.
Would it be too selfish for An An to grow up in an environment without father's love throughout her childhood?
"woke up?"
The hoarse and deep voice brought Mu Ningxi, whose thoughts were drifting away, back to reality.
As soon as she turned her head, she met those dark and shining eyes, as dazzling as the brightest stars in the Milky Way.
After escaping from the Huihui Building, she originally wanted to find a place to take shelter, but she felt uneasy thinking about An An being alone in the old house, so she rushed back with the last bit of strength she had.
Halfway through, the drug took effect and her body couldn't bear it, so she had to stop on the side of the road. She didn't even have time to call for help.
"Did you save me?"
He Tingchen's cold eyes looked her up and down.
Perhaps because she woke up, her eyes were a little hazy, and her body lacked the usual arrogant energy, and had a little more pitiful feeling, which was so weak that it made people feel distressed.
"In the future, if you have something to do when you go out, call Uncle He. Not every time you will be so lucky."
If he hadn't come back by chance, he would have met this woman.
In such a late night, she passed out alone outside, not knowing what would happen.
Mu Ningxi was stunned for a moment, looked at He Tingchen with stunned eyes, and asked blankly.
"Are you concerned about me?"
He Tingchen's eyes paused for a moment, and then he coughed a few times unnaturally: "Ahem..."
"It's okay, don't dream blindly. I don't want An An to worry. He's only five years old, and he doesn't even want to go back to sleep in his own bed because of you, so he stays here."
Mentioning her son, Mu Ningxi felt a little guilty, and looked at Mu Nian'an with distressed eyes.
"Bring An An over here, thank you for today."
"You have a cold yourself, aren't you afraid of infecting him?" He Tingchen frowned, his voice a little serious.
"But..." Mu Ningxi wanted to explain that what she had was not influenza and it could not be transmitted to others.
Although her symptoms were very similar to those of the flu, they were not the real flu, but the sequelae of the powerful medication she took.
Not knowing how to explain this to He Tingchen, Mu Ningxi could only close her mouth and look at her poor son longingly.
The helpless look in her eyes made people feel distressed. I heard that people are particularly fragile when they are sick. Mu Nian'an said that this woman would be scared if she was sick and didn't see her son.
Is it true?
Seeing her eyes following Mu Nian'an closely, He Tingchen made another surprising decision.
He held Mu Nianan with one hand and moved the single sofa towards the bed with the other hand. Then he hugged Mu Nianan and lay down on the single sofa.
Sensing the strange look in Mu Ning Xi's eyes, He Tingchen looked down at Mu Nian'an in his arms and whispered: "For the sake of the old lady, I will help this brat tonight."
Because of Mu Nian'an's appearance, Mrs. He's condition was not only relieved, but also improved a lot.
Mu Ningxi actually wanted to tell He Tingchen that he didn't need to accompany him, as long as Mu Nianan was left on the sofa.
Seeing Mu Nian'an's little hand holding his collar tightly and refusing to let go, Mu Ningxi silently swallowed back the words that came to her lips.
Unexpectedly, He Tingchen would take the initiative to stay. Although he did it for Mrs. He, her inner view of He Tingchen had changed a lot.
Perhaps, this man is not as ruthless as he seems on the surface.