Chapter 41 He is not out of touch with society
"If I saw you, then I would definitely get up from the wheelchair and run towards you."

For some reason, everyone looked at the medical miracle in front of them, and this sentence came to mind...

silence.

Silence is the live broadcast room this morning.

The barrage froze for a full two seconds before frantically swiping up.

【Depend on?So her son is not disabled? 】

[Cheat attention to gain sympathy, right?Yan Yueqing has figured out how to play traffic! "]

[What traffic can the little one understand?It's not what Yan Yueqing said and what he did! 】

[Even using her own son, is she worthy of being a mother? 】

[Brothers did a good job, Bitch Yan should be scolded!But be careful when you scold, anyone who wants to scold Yan Wang, don't blame me for taking action. 】

[God is not fair, why does a rotten person like Yan Yueqing have such a beautiful son, but I have nothing?Why don't you, Yan Yueqing, consider sending your son to me to raise, he must be fatter than the one you raise now T^T]

[What is the photography team doing?The little ones are gone, don't just be dumb, hurry up and follow! 】

When Che Ting saw this barrage, she seemed to come back to her senses and beckoned everyone to go in together.

The living room is large and the corridor is quite long.

The doors of several bedrooms were opened at the same time, allowing sunlight to shine on the marble floor. Standing there, the mother and child had a kind of hazy filter beauty.

Yan Yueqing just took a shower, her long and curly black hair was draped behind her head, and the tail was a little wet.

Seeing them, he said politely, "You guys are here, sit wherever you want."

Then squatted down, looked at Yan Juan, and said in a very gentle tone: "I remember just putting a rubber band on the table, did you see it, baby?"

Yan Zhuang's cold lips raised a faint smile.

He raised his hand and pulled his sleeves.

On the exposed slender wrist, there is a black rubber band tied with a bow.

[What is the lens doing?Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! 】

[I knock, my boyfriend is 28 years old, and he hasn't worn my rubber band yet!How old is this little guy?Will you take the initiative to wear a rubber band? 】

【Did he just laugh?right?Although it was short, I saw it! 】

[Why is there such a heart-warming and cute baby, so he is not out of touch with society, but he just doesn't want to communicate with strangers T^T]

Yan Yueqing said unexpectedly: "It turned out that the baby put it away for mother? That's great!"

As he spoke, he carefully removed the rubber band from his son's hand, and simply pulled his hair back, turned his head and asked, "How is it? Does it look good?"

Yan Wang looked at it seriously for two seconds, with a concentrated expression on his face.

After pondering for a while, he reached out, put it in his pocket, took out a small hair accessory full of diamonds, and buried it in his mother's temple.

The already dazzling beauty, set off by this small hair accessory, looks even more dazzling.

Yan Yueqing said sweetly in her heart, "Thank you baby!"

The barrage was about to pass out.

[How can there be such a good kid? !A cold and iceberg on the surface, but a gentle and attentive warm man in private? !Is it too late for me to have a daughter? 】

[Go away, don't fight with me!Presumptuous baby, look at Auntie, I am only 20 years old, and I can wait for you for ten years! 】

【Damn it, my mother's love went bad on the spot. 】

[Who said before that Yan Yueqing relied on his son to clean up his popularity?This needs brushing?I unilaterally declare that I can watch a hundred episodes just this day! 】

【You are not alone! 】

After dressing up her mother well, Yan Jue was in a good mood, obediently walked back to the wheelchair and sat down, with a slight click of her fingers, she began to wander around the living room.

Yan Yueqing smiled and said, "What do you think of this wheelchair?"

(End of this chapter)

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