"Boyuan, others don't know in their hearts, aren't you still clear in your hearts? When Jing Shen was young and had a high fever at night, when you took him to the hospital, Wen Yuan was at home, the nanny didn't take care of it, he was burned, and he came to the hospital with him. ”

Deng Hongying cried as she spoke.

Han Boyuan remembered that time, when Jing Kite had been dead for more than a year.

Han Boyuan's mother didn't like Jing Yuan, so she didn't care about Jing Shen.

The nannies at home all looked at the eyes of the master, and seeing that the master didn't like Jing Shen, they were also very tired of this lively and active second child of the Han family.

When the season changed, Han Jingshen didn't know how to run to the edge of the pool and fell down.

Although it didn't get wet, the cold water soaked the clothes, and they didn't care, so a one-year-old child wore it on his body to dry.

The autumn wind was cold and whiny, and Han Jingshen had a high fever that night.

Han's mother only said that she was old and couldn't take care of her, so Han Boyuan could only ask for leave and take Han Jingshen to the hospital.

At that time, it was the hardest time for him.

At that time, there was an important task, only he knew, and he couldn't shirk it, so he could only go.

At that time, it was Deng Hongying who helped her take care of the two children, and Han Boyuan was very grateful to Deng Hongying at that time.

Han Jing didn't know anything about the fever, and because of the fever and bad appetite, the milk powder he had been drinking before kept vomiting when he drank it.

No matter what medicine you take, it doesn't work, and no one knows what's going on.

After the two-day mission, Han Boyuan hurried back to the hospital.

At that time, the doctor came to him and said that Han Jingshen's condition was not very good, and he used medicine, but the child's fever was always repeated, and he was afraid that the child would be burned out if it continued like this.

Moreover, I haven't eaten all the time, even if it's an adult, I can't bear it, let alone a child.

When Han Boyuan was anxious and had no owner, when he returned to the ward, he happened to bump into Deng Hongying breastfeeding Han Jingshen.

At that time, Deng Hongying had just given birth to her daughter for more than half a year and had not yet been weaned, her husband had also been dead for more than half a year, and she was carrying the child herself.

Seeing that Han Jingshen couldn't eat, he felt that this one-year-old child was pitiful, so he fed him.

This is Deng Hongying's explanation to Han Boyuan afterwards.

Han Jingshen has never eaten a mouthful of milk from his mother since he was born, and Jing Kite died the moment she gave birth to Han Jingshen.

Han Boyuan saw Han Jingshen eating Deng Hongying's milk, and his heart was sour.

This is probably the reason why he did not refuse when someone introduced Deng Hongying to him later.

Now listening to Mrs. Sun saying such things, looking at Deng Hongying's aggrieved tearful appearance, Han Boyuan was both distressed and self-reproachful.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have had to suffer so many grievances.

At that time, she took her daughter with her, and it was easy to marry anyone, and she didn't have to work hard for him to work hard for this family.

"I know, you don't have to take the words of others to heart, what kind of person you are, I know best in my heart."

Seeing that Deng Hongying's whole body was weak at this time because of his body, Han Boyuan didn't care that his children were present, and hugged Deng Hongying back to the room.

Ji Xiaofan almost covered his eyes, he was really speechless and asked Cangtian, these two people are really spicy.

Uncle Han, can you be a little more blind?

However, thinking that Deng Hongying's means are so high, Han Boyuan has been brainwashed by her for fifteen years, and he also sighed, who makes the family a family of two, and the wind blows on the pillow, it will work a hundred sentences better than her.

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