Bo Huan just returned to the room with his front foot, and his back foot E· T followed.

Standing awkwardly behind her, his eyes sparkling and motionless.

Bo Huan frowned slightly, she remembered E· T can talk.

“E· T！ ”

E· T's slowly turned his head, looked at her, and said stiffly: "Miss Bo, what are the instructions?" ”

Was her information typed in so quickly?

It's really good to talk!

Bo Huan lightly hooked his lips, "It's okay!" ”

She just wanted to make sure.

E· T: "Okay! ”

After that, E· T walked directly to the corner and stood quietly, ensuring that it would not disturb the owner's life.

Bo Huan glanced at it, and his heart palpitated.

It seems that this robot is specially designed to protect Mu Bao.

No wonder the last time she accidentally broke into the room and almost strangled to death.

Thinking of Mu Hanshen saying that Mu Bao was slightly autistic, Bo Huan's heart throbbed.

Looking at the child on the bed again, the small body was sleeping in a very regular position, holding the quilt tightly with both hands, looking extremely insecure.

Bo Huan frowned, raised his hand and gently touched his little face, but he didn't expect to wake people up.

The little one opened his eyes suddenly, as if frightened.

Bo Huan himself was stunned for a moment, quickly held his hand, and said softly: "The baby is not afraid!" ”

Seeing Bo Huan, Mu Bao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly fell into her arms.

His hands nervously hugged her neck, his head buried in her arms, and his body trembled slightly.

Bo Huan was stunned, his heart beating wildly.

After living for more than twenty years, no one has ever been so affectionate to her.

The little one, is the first.

After losing his mind for a few seconds, Bo Huan hurriedly raised his hand, gently patted the child's back, and comforted him softly: "What's wrong with the baby?" Having a nightmare? ”

Mu Bao didn't speak, her trembling body slowly calmed down, still holding her hand, and the panic in her eyes did not dissipate.

He was really scared, what did he dream about?

I don't have a mother, I have a cold-faced father, and I have autism......

Such a young child, taking on so many ......

"It's okay." Bo Huan smiled, lowered his head, and whispered on his smooth forehead to show reassurance.

The little guy has very white skin, his facial features are a little too beautiful, and there is a faint milky fragrance on his body, which smells good.

Staying with him, Bo Huan felt unprecedented warmth.

Suddenly, Mu Bao's bright eyes opened suddenly, staring at Bo Huan in a daze, and his small mouth moved but he didn't speak.

He seemed to like to like touching his face......

Bo Huan smiled and pecked him on the cheek again.

The little guy's face was dyed a hint of crimson, and the next second, he showed a shallow smile, which was very innocent and moving.

Babies with autism need to communicate with them more.

"Do you like Auntie?"

Mu Bao nodded vigorously.

Bo Huan frowned and said softly: "Answer Auntie in words, okay?" ”

Mu Bao pursed his lips and didn't speak, and the room was suddenly quiet.

Bo Huan didn't force it, and hugged Mu Bao up, "Let's go wash our faces and eat something, okay?" ”

Mu Bao lay quietly on Bo Huan's shoulder, holding Bo Huan's neck with both hands, like a well-behaved kitten.

Such a small child is distressing.

——

After washing, Bo Huan walked to the living room with the child in his arms, and lunch was ready.

Mu Hanshen was wearing gray-blue cashmere home clothes, and he was eating luxuriously.

Seeing Mu Hanshen, Mu Bao immediately became nervous, and the hand holding Bo Huan tightened.

Looking at the harmonious scene in front of him, Mu Han Shen frowned and withdrew his gaze indifferently.

Bo Huan put the child in the children's dining chair, and the acquaintance was very far away from Mu Hanshen.