The little guy locked himself in the room and squatted aggrievedly on the floor to draw circles.

Why? Why can't Baba be with his aunt? Why can't his aunt be his mother?

He was still young, but he could see that Baba clearly didn't hate his aunt!

He covered his head with a quilt, not to mention how uncomfortable he was.

Even the bruise, which had long since disappeared, seemed to be beginning to ache faintly.

In a dull mood, the slightest movement would make him restless. The slightest change in the surroundings has become an excuse for anger.

He curled up his whole body, as if in this way, he felt like he was being embraced.

He pulled open the drawer at the head of the bed, and there was a paper flower inside.

It's a pair with the one he gives warmth.

In fact, this one is for Lu Jingchuan.

But he didn't dare.

He could imagine that Lu Jingchuan would glance at it with a cold gaze, then sneered and threw it all into the trash.

Baba never knew what he wanted!

Crystal tears wet a petal of the paper flower, and A-Ning's chubby little hand quickly wiped a handful of tears.

[Hmph, aunt said, man, can't cry!]

Late at night, warmth wakes up from a dream.

She turned on the lamp in front of the bed in a panic, her chest kept rising and falling, and she hugged the quilt tightly.

Just now, she dreamed that something had happened to the little one. She shouted desperately, but no one came to help.

That heart-rending feeling even made her wonder.

Why is it sad to this extent?

Suddenly, a palpitation came.

Something must have happened!

She pulled out her phone, dialed the number almost without thinking, and after a long wait, the call was finally connected.

"Winter Help, it's one o'clock in the morning. ”

The man's tone didn't hear any ups and downs, but judging from the words alone, he probably condemned her for calling at this time.

"Is there anything wrong with Aning?"

The warm and hurried tone startled Lu Jingchuan.

"He's always at home, what's going on?" Lu Jingchuan sneered disdainfully, the warmth was a little strange, right?

Or is this a new trick to attract attention?

"Can you, please, go to his room and have a look—" said warmly, with a hard face.

Lu Jingchuan hadn't slept yet, his work was much more complicated than outsiders saw, and he was catching up with the progress, just when a warm phone call came.

Forget it, let's take a look, otherwise this crazy woman probably won't give up easily.

Lu Jingchuan pushed open the door of the little guy and turned on the light.

The little guy lay peacefully on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt, and his face was flushed unnaturally.

"The cover is so thick?"

Lu Jingchuan walked over and tried to tidy up the quilt, but accidentally touched his face.

"A-Ning!"

Why is his face so hot!

Lu Jingchuan subconsciously touched his forehead, and the temperature was abnormally high.

"A-Ning, wake up!"

The little one frowned, as if he had fallen into some nightmare.

He forgot that there was still warmth on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong with Aning, what's wrong?"

Hearing Lu Jingchuan's shout, the whole heart was pinched, and she hurriedly asked.

Lu Jingchuan was almost deafened by the sudden increase in volume over there.

"The temperature is very high, I think I have a fever......

Wen Wen wanted to run over immediately, but she hadn't forgotten that she still had a troublesome face.

"I'll be over soon!"

After saying that, Wen Wen hung up the phone.

Lu Jingchuan took the little guy out of the quilt and suddenly saw a flattened paper flower in his hand.

He took it into his hands.

Isn't this just an ordinary origami work?

When he was about to throw it aside, he suddenly saw a few crooked small characters on the two largest petals.

【Baba】

【Happy and happy】

A sour feeling came to his heart, and Lu Jingchuan tightened his fingers violently.

It was an hour before I gave the little one a fever reducer and a towel.

Lu Jingchuan has never taken care of others, and when he first fed the medicine, he sprinkled the little guy all over his body.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door of the room.

"Come in. ”

Warm was a simple shirt and sweatpants, and she carried a lunch box in her hand.

"He didn't eat much at my place at night, so I made some porridge on purpose. ”

As she spoke, she put the lunch box aside and opened it layer by layer, with skillful movements.

"How did you know something was wrong with him?"

I didn't have time to think about it just now, but now that I think about it, it's as if I know everything.

"I said intuition, do you believe it?"

Warm and served the porridge, helped the little one up, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

"Why don't I have this intuition?"

Lu Jingchuan was indescribably irritable.

Obviously, he is A-Ning's blood relative, but A-Ning is so close to the woman in front of him.

Warmth was also surprised by his question.

Hey, how does she know?

After feeding a small half bowl of porridge, the little guy's body temperature also dropped a lot, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"What is this?" Lu Jingchuan took out the flattened paper flowers.

"I have one too, I guess I made it in a craft class. ”

"Last time, the little guy was injured to protect his little paper flower from being damaged. ”

Warm raised her eyebrows, "I made it a week ago, how can I be willing to give it to you." ”

Lu Jingchuan: ......

Can he say that he found this thing himself?

"Mr. Lu, you really should reflect on it. Warmth still held the little one's hand, "No matter what the point is, there is no reason why he is more dependent on me." ”

Lu Jingchuan was silent.

At that time, Lu's was on the rise, and he was so busy that he hit the back of his head every day.

At this time, the old man inexplicably gave him a baby boy, saying that it was his child.

If it's his, he'll raise it.

He gave this child the best living conditions, so that he did not have the slightest burden and lived the life that countless people dreamed of.

It's just that I rarely stay with him for a while.

He himself is a person with little affection, and he can only be called a little respectful and memorable to the old man.

Not to mention this little bit that came out of nowhere.

So far, he hasn't heard him call "Daddy".

……

The little one fluttered twice, then opened his eyes in the warm arms.

He looked blankly at the two people in front of him.

"Aning ......"

Lu Jingchuan leaned over and wanted to coax him into his arms.

The little one's eyes widened, and he looked at him earnestly, and then turned his head into his warm arms, as if frightened.

"Poof-" Warmth couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The little guy really didn't give President Lu face as always.

Lu Jingchuan was at a loss and had to look at the warmth.

"Little one, stay by yourself for a while, your aunt has something to say to your father alone. ”

Before the words fell, the warmth was pulled out of the room by Lu Jingchuan.

"President Lu, you can't do this," Wen Yi was serious, "Children are the least grudgeful, as long as you apologize to him well and make him happy, he can tolerate you infinitely." ”

"The premise is—" Wen Wen paused, "Don't put your tone of discipline on A-Ning, he's still a child." ”

Lu Jingchuan's knowledge and experience in this area is really pitiful, and he was stunned by the warmth.

Lu Jingchuan returned to the room, and Nuan Wen stood at the door.

"Aning," he said, sitting on the edge of the little one's bed, "is it still uncomfortable?"

The little guy shrank into the quilt and refused to even nod and shake his head.