The few words of a childish man that I could barely hear suddenly repeated in my mind.

[Bad dad! Shameless...]

[…fight for myself, fight for my mother…]

[This scumbag dad only loved Jiang Yilin his whole life!]

Yan Zhuo was not sure whether he was infected by the poison of the white moth eggs, because he was a little confused.

So he decided to observe and see.

However, he should be in the "vegetable" state that Yingying mentioned, unable to move or speak, a living dead. It seems that he has no other choice except to "stay calm"?

Next to the shop, the mother and son had almost recovered and their crying gradually stopped.

Jiang Ying's hands were sore from holding her son so she quickly put him back on the child's father.

Yan Zhuo felt as if his chest was shattering all of a sudden, and he almost couldn't breathe. But after getting used to it, he was fine, but he was still worried.

Afraid that the child will pee on him again.

This time is different from the past. If he really got peed on, he wouldn't be able to change his clothes by himself. Besides, how embarrassing would it be if people mistakenly thought it was him who peed?

Perhaps they were on the same page, as Yan Zhuo had just finished thinking this, Jiang Yingdong told the child, "Don't pee on your daddy, if you want to pee, tell mommy and she'll take you there."

Xiaoyan, [Huh? Mom seems to be getting smarter and smarter. I didn't even stick my butt out, but she knew what kind of shit I wanted to do. ]

Jiang Ying: "..." What a living father!

Yan Zhuo, "!!!"

Right? This time it's absolutely right! No hallucination! My son did speak, and his mouth was so rude. He must be taught good manners when he grows up.

However, my son seems to be only half a year old?

Can a six-year-old speak? Or has he been in a coma for a very long time?

For a moment, Yan Zhuo felt mixed emotions and was a little panicked!

If he had been lying in bed for ten or eight years and couldn't move, would he have become ugly? Would the muscles he had worked so hard to train have disappeared and his figure be very bad?

He knew too well how much the little girl cared about appearance. At least 60% of her liking for him was because he was good-looking.

This... When will he be lucky enough to wake up? He is old and ugly, and what is waiting for him is not a letter of divorce?

"Hand, take your hand off!" Jiang Ying looked at his restless son and warned him, "I won't let you piss your dad, and I won't let you pull him. He is your dad. You were poisoned and unconscious before, but you didn't know that he used one-tenth of his blood to replace your blood, so you were able to survive, don't you know? The reason why he became like this is because he lost that one-tenth of blood. So, even if he has wronged you before, this time, he will repay you all."

She was not the original owner and didn't know whether the original owner would forgive her.

But she is Jiang Ying. After spending these days with Yan Zhuo, she has fallen in love with this man little by little. She really means it.

But now that I have decided to accept it, the resentment in my son's heart is the first thing I need to resolve.

A family... should look like a family.

As Jiang Ying finished speaking, Xiao Yan grabbed a piece of black stubble that had just appeared on Yan Zhuo's upper lip and was about to pull it, but suddenly stopped.

[Huh? His scumbag dad risked his life to save him? Is this true?]

[Could it be that mother has forgotten her son because of her beauty? ]

Jiang Ying: "..."

If it wasn't for the fact that you've just recovered from your illness, I would have made this dish of stir-fried pork with rattan sticks a must!

She called out and invited Kunan in.

She said to the child, "This is Uncle Kunan, your father's subordinate. Your mother just gave you a blood transfusion. Your Uncle Kunan witnessed the whole process and said nothing false."

Kunan blinked in confusion. What did he mean? Why did he suddenly say this?

Jiang Ying smiled shyly, "The child is naughty, hitting and pulling my beard. I want to call the prince to play with him. Please tell Commander Ku to be nice to the prince."

So that's the case. Kunan grinned, "No problem, the kid is still young and can't hurt the prince."

"This is how I teach my children. Commander Ku, please tell me the truth, okay? Although the child is young, you shouldn't get used to him, otherwise it will be more difficult to teach him when he grows up. Moreover, this child is precocious. He probably sensed that there was something awkward between the prince and me, so he doesn't like the prince. But let's put it this way. The prince risked his life to save him. It's a fact. He should understand that he should be grateful even to his own parents."

There was something else in Jiang Ying's words, which Kunan could not understand, but Xiao Yan could understand.

So, when Kunan came forward with a serious look on his face and explained the matter clearly, Xiao Yanji immediately fell silent.

Kunan added, "Little boy, you are the only child of the master. Of course he loves you. He even made a lot of wooden horses and swords for you. He will personally take you to play when you grow up and can walk."

This is not a joke, this is really true.

Those wooden horses and small wooden swords were placed by Yan Zhuo in an empty yard at the backyard of his house. Occasionally, he would take a walk around and always stare at them for a long time.

Because I'm not sure whether that day will ever come.

After a while, when Xiao Yan was about to sniffle, she deliberately sneezed to cover it up, and stretched out her fingertips to poke between her tightly locked brows while she was sleeping.

The meaning is very clear, I didn't bully my scumbag dad, I was just playing with him.

땤And didn't you notice? The scumbag dad is frowning and must be having a nightmare!

But my inner voice was sly, [Hey, it’s good to have nightmares, have more of them, like I still have nightmares about horses being dismembered from their bodies occasionally.]

[It hurts, my hands, feet, and head. How can his little blood make up for it? 】

[Let me forgive him? It's not impossible, unless he kills Jiang Yilin with his own hands and makes this hateful woman disappear, I can completely forget the pain of my last life and enjoy a wonderful life. ]

Jiang Ying secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Kill Jiang Yilin, right? She will!

Yan Zhuo, "???"

Well, even though he didn't quite understand it at the moment, whatever his son hated, he must hate.

As long as he can wake up, he will kill Jiang Yilin and ask for his son's forgiveness. He will definitely succeed!

After Kunan left, Yan Zhuo listened to the magical conversation between the mother and son for a while, and was surprised, happy and sighed.

Shocked—what he heard was actually his son’s inner voice!

Happy——It’s not bad, I didn’t miss it for too long, not even two days.

Sigh - So, Yingying has been able to hear her son's inner voice since he was born? But she never told him...

As for his son’s thoughts, he would occasionally ask “what happened in my previous life?” Yan Zhuo couldn’t understand it at first and got very mad, but later he calmed down.

As long as you "sleep" a little longer, are you still worried about not being able to figure it out?

In fact, he was not in any hurry to wake up. It was a different kind of pleasure to listen to the mother and son whispering in front of him.

…

Now that the child was well and Yan Zhuo's condition was stable, Jiang Ying told Mo Jiwei to go down the mountain.

There is no need to worry about Nian Nu. She only needs to inject him with morphine on time in the morning and evening. It will take at most ten days, and she doesn't have to worry about him not telling.

Coincidentally, just as the group had packed up to leave, Jiang Yuanyi came up with his children, and seeing Jiang Ying, he excitedly went forward and hugged her without saying a word.

"Sister!" The suppressed and hoarse voice revealed his worries for the past two days.

Beside him, Xiao Yan rolled his eyes and watched the excitement: [Wow, my uncle is really the most open-minded. What the hell is this man-woman thing? What if we don't kiss? ]

Yan Zhuo, who was lying on the stretcher like a mummy, said, "Tsk! This Jiang Yuanyi, he's still my brother, but he's not stable at all!"

Hearing his son praising Jiang Yuanyi, he felt even more bitter, "Nonsense! This is not being open-minded, this is being rude and having no sense of propriety!"

Jiang Ying could hear his son's thoughts, but he couldn't hear his words. He couldn't help but touch the child's head with a smile and said to Jiang Yuanyi, "Let's go down the mountain. Grandmother, second brother, third brother and others must be very worried."

"Okay, let's go."

Jiang Yuanyi couldn't hide his joy at regaining his power, and bowed to Kunan again and again.

Of course Kunan couldn't stand it, and he just joined in.

The principle is: No matter how many Jiang Yuanyi makes, he will make one more than him!

Just kidding, he's the master's brother-in-law, you have to be polite...

After a while, the group met Jiang Yuanchen, Jiang Yuanlang, Yue Weimo and others who had followed them at the foot of the mountain.

Among them, the men were fine, but the women all had red eyes, and their makeup and clothes were simple and rough, and they looked tired and haggard.

Jiang Ying came forward with the child in his arms, bowed one by one, and said four words, "Thank you, 꺶 family."

All the words are contained in it.

Although she had partly relied on herself to find and rescue her son, it was a rare blessing to have friends and family who were anxious and worried about her when the accident happened.

And after entering the city, Su Yilan and others were more understanding than Jiang Ying had imagined.

They got off the carriage, smiled sincerely, and said goodbye to her, "Yingying has finally returned safely after this unexpected disaster. The people in the mansion must be looking forward to seeing you. So, we won't bother you much in the future. One day, I will come to your house again for a cup of tea."

Jiang Ying didn't know what to say, so he simply said nothing. He waved his hand and smiled, and everyone understood.

But when she saw Lu Yanran and Mu Zijin's gazes lingering silently on Jiang Yuanyi and Jiang Yuanchen, she hugged the sleeping child in her arms tightly and couldn't help but tease.

"Brother, Sister Lu and her brothers have been helping me with my affairs this time. I don't think that means they are rejecting my marriage, right? And second brother, I wonder if there is something between you and Miss Mu that we don't know about?"

These two questions in a row made Jiang Yuanyi and Jiang Yuanchen's ears turn red.

Jiang Yuanlang was the only one left, his heart pounding like thunder. He hid in the corner of the carriage, looking at Jiang Ying cautiously, again and again, but he didn't dare to say a word.

How could Jiang Ying not know that he was feeling guilty and afraid?

Patting his son's back rhythmically, Jiang Ying raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "Third brother, what's wrong with you? Is it because you are afraid to talk to us because you are so depressed after seeing that your first and second brothers have found their lovers?"