"What about Huanhuan?" Mu Hanshen raised his head and stared deeply at Bo Huan's face: "If my illness can't be cured, if I die, will Huanhuan take good care of himself?" ”

Hearing Mu Hanshen's words, Bo Huan frowned slightly: "Why did you suddenly say these words?" ”

Not at all like a five-year-old with an IQ can tell.

The strange emotion in Mu Hanshen's eyes flashed, he was silent for a few seconds, and laughed: "I learned from Huanhuan." ”

Bo Huan raised his hand and touched his face, and promised very seriously: "No, my husband will not die!" He is so good, how can God be willing to let him go. ”

Mu Hanshen took the opportunity to hold Bo Huan's hand, and his voice was gentle: "God is reluctant to let you leave." ”

Because of the appearance of such a good Bo Huan, there is such a good Mu Hanshen to accompany her.

"Huanhuan, I'm sleepy." Mu Hanshen climbed into bed, let Bo Huan sleep beside him, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Watching the little woman in his arms slowly fall asleep, Mu Hanshen revealed his true emotions without concealing it.

He was back to normal when he was taking a shower in the bathroom just now, and he happened to hear the conversation between Aunt Gu and Bo Huan outside, and knew what had happened in the past few days when he was sick.

Therefore, he took the opportunity to call Lone Ying and asked him to send Bo Huan a bowl of soothing soup.

How could she have slept without soothing soup.

Mu Hanshen pulled the quilt over the bodies of the two, and covered her bulging belly with her big hand.

As if sensing his father's approach, the little guy actually moved in his stomach, and he didn't know whether it was his little arm or calf, and he was gently kicking his hand.

Seeing this, Mu Hanshen showed a big smile on his face, his cheek carefully pressed against Bo Huan's stomach, and whispered: "Baby, don't wake up Mom, you are good." ”

Hearing Daddy's voice, the little one in the belly really quieted down.

Mu Hanshen's eyes bent into a crescent moon, his gaze fell on Bo Huan's face, and his gaze softened: "Bo Huan, you promised me that even if you don't have it, you will live well." ”

"I'll go and bring my son back tomorrow, don't cry."

As he spoke, Mu Hanshen leaned over and gently kissed Bo Huan on the lips.

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The mouth was itchy, Bo Huan moved uneasily, but he didn't wake up.

When she woke up, there was no more Mu Hanshen's voice around her.

Bo Huan thought he would be in the bathroom, but he didn't reply after a few calls.

Bo Huan suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter, and subconsciously went to find his mobile phone.

But I searched around, but I couldn't find it.

She remembers that before she went to bed, it was obviously on the bedside table.

Could it be that Mu Hanshen took it?

What did Mu Hanshen do with her phone?

Thinking of his behavior last night, strange eyes, a bad premonition came to my heart.

Bo Huan immediately lifted the quilt and hurriedly walked to the living room.

But Aunt Gu was standing in the living room, and the old man's face was covered with tears, staring at her with great sympathy.

Seeing Aunt Gu's expression, Bo Huan was even more sure that his hunch was right.

It is likely that Mu Hanshen regained consciousness last night and took her phone this morning.

Where will he go if he takes his mobile phone, will he find Wenyuan?

How could he go to Wenyuan!

"Where is Mu Hanshen?" Bo Huan walked up to Aunt Gu and asked in a trembling voice.

Aunt Gu didn't dare to hide it, so she told it all: "Mr. Mu went to find Mu Bao!" ”

"What?" Bo Huan took a deep breath of cold air, his eyes reddened: "When did he leave?" ”

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Good night!!!