Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 440 Uncle, I'm Hungry...

Beiming Haoting tightly squeezed the phone, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Hyman Hebrew?who is it?Is it the man she met four years ago?
Why did Xiao Yixun inform her when he returned to North City...

Xiao Yixun was still talking about hypnosis four years ago on the other end of the phone, Beiming Haoting couldn't listen to it at all...

Knock knock knock!
The door of the room was open, and a doctor in a white robe and two nurses in pink knocked on the door politely.

"Enter."

"Mr. Beiming, it's time for Miss Yan to have a full-body examination." The doctor nodded solemnly and asked Beiming Haoting for instructions.

"Kangdang——" a crisp broken sound sounded.

Beiming Haoting turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the exquisite porcelain bowl had been smashed to the ground, and steaming porridge was spilled all over the floor.

Yan Chuyan's eyes were filled with fear, she pinched her earlobes subconsciously, and curled up into a ball: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I didn't mean it, don't lock me up...don't..."

"Yan'er." Beiming Haoting rushed over to hug her, gently stroking her shoulders with his warm big hands, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"You go out first." Beiming Haoting raised his eyes, and shot them coldly.

The murderous look struck, the doctor and the two nurses froze, looked at each other, and left the ward tremblingly with their legs intertwined.

……

The golden morning light shone on half of Beiming Haoting's face, outlining a perfect outline.

Yan Chuyan tilted her head to look at him, raised her hand subconsciously, and stroked his clear outline with her slender fingertips, "Uncle, I'm afraid, can you take me out of here?"

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Although the hospital did not agree to take the risk, Beiming Haoting went through the discharge procedures for Yan Chuyan.

Yan Chuyan was covered in injuries, and the tall man gently picked her up, with very light strength, and took every step carefully, as if he was worried that if he made a mistake, he would hurt the baby in his arms.

Beiming Haoting's leg was still in a plaster cast, and every step he took was extremely difficult and slow.

James had already driven the luxurious Maserati downstairs, and when he saw him coming down, he immediately stepped forward to help him.

"Master, the young miss is here. I can't stop her. The young master is at home and is under the care of the doctor." James explained while supporting Beiming Haoting.

The autumn wind stirred up the fallen leaves on the ground, Beiming Haoting used his body to block the dust in the sky, and walked into the car with Yan Chuyan in his arms.

Doris sat obediently in the back seat with a bag of children's potato chips.

Putting Yan Chuyan down carefully, Beiming Haoting lowered his face and snatched Doris's potato chips.

"Have you had breakfast? Why are you eating snacks indiscriminately? It will cause tooth decay!" The magnetic voice was full of majesty, passing Yan Chuyan to Doris' ears.

Doris looked at him innocently, her blue eyes, which were exactly the same as his, rolled slightly, and she pouted her pink lips: "Eat, I still want to eat."

"..." Beiming Haoting threw the children's potato chips aside, noticed that James was peeking at him from the rearview mirror, and said coldly: "James, did you buy potato chips?"

"Not the master... Ah bah, yes, the master." James was shocked, and his heart was tangled in a bunch of twists, admitting or denying it.

He bought the potato chips for the little lady, but didn't he get cheated by this little guy?

Doris clearly promised him that if she had potato chips, she wouldn't come to the hospital with her. In the end, he bought her potato chips, but she climbed into the car cunningly, and refused to get off no matter how much she coaxed her...

"Uncle, I'm hungry..." Yan Chuyan twisted his index fingers together, his eyes drooping slightly, staring longingly at the potato chips that he threw aside.

The soft voice was like a feather scratching Beiming Haoting's heart, what uncle? !

Is he that old?

"James, stop the car, go buy two breakfasts and come back, light ones with high nutritional value!" Beiming Haoting glanced at the rearview mirror, and the cold light shot into James' eyes, and the deep and cold voice Domineeringly undeniable.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and turned on the front camera of the camera, using the lens as a mirror to take pictures again and again.

His beard has been shaved clean, his fair handsome face is flawless, and his facial features, which are as deep as a knife carving, are distinct and impeccable. How does he look like an uncle? !

"No, uncle, I want to eat potato chips, that bag..."

(End of this chapter)