"Pa pa pa", three more slaps, almost using all his strength.
Soon, a small red palm mark appeared on Yan Zhuo's sleeping handsome face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Perhaps feeling a little guilty, little Yan Zhi couldn't help but crawl over with his hands and feet, touched him, and subconsciously checked Yan Zhuo's breath. Only after making sure that he was not hurt by him did he breathe a sigh of relief.
So, when Jiang Ying ran into the house, he saw that his son had not only woken up, but also had a little expression on his face as if he had done something bad, and was sitting steadily on his father's chest.
"Zhizhi!" Jiang Ying's voice was filled with complicated emotions and hint of sobs.
No one knew how scared she was, afraid that her child would leave her forever!
When little Yanzhi saw his mother for the first time, he was also confused, and then he slowly remembered what had happened before.
He and his third uncle sneaked out of the Duke's Mansion to go to Tianxiang Tower to see the Yangzhou skinny horses. Then, because his third uncle was too busy fighting, he was kidnapped by Fengzhu, that evil woman...
I didn't want to think about it, but as soon as I thought about it, all the grievances and fears in my heart suddenly popped out.
"Wow..." Little Yan Zhi cried loudly while reaching out to Jiang Ying for a hug, crying out in his heart, "Mother, mother, mother, sob, sob, sob, I thought I would never see you again!"
The cry was extremely demonic, like a tape recorder at maximum volume, rebelling in Jiang Ying's mind.
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She rushed forward, picked up her son and hugged him tightly in her arms. She raised her hand and spanked him twice, "You scared me to death! You little brat, you scared me to death, do you know that?"
The mother and son hugged each other and cried bitterly.
After being slapped six times by little Yan Zhi, Yan Zhuo, who had vaguely regained consciousness, tried hard to open his eyes and reunite with the mother and son.
However, after trying countless times, I failed every time.
Finally, he gave up.
He thought that even though he was lying unconscious now, it wouldn't be so uncomfortable as he could hear the voices of Yingying and his son, and he would definitely wake up one day.
Thinking of this, my heart was filled with joy.
However, before the flower could fully bloom, Yan Zhuo was suddenly stunned and remembered something very important!
His son, Zhier, can...can speak?
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