ChineseHearing this, Mu Yazhe's eyes bent slightly, squatted down slightly, and held his shoulder.

He quietly looked at the little milk bag at eye level, looking at the pampering in his eyes, there was no need to hide it.

The thin lips opened slightly, and a few words escaped.

"Now, is it too late?"

His tone was serious and his expression was serious, Yun Tianyou was slightly stunned, a little stunned.

"Now, is it too late for me to love you, spoil you, and love you?" Mu Yazhe couldn't help but hold his little hand, and his fingertips gently kneaded the back of his hand.

The hands of the small milk bag are soft and fleshy, which is unique to seven-year-old children.

The skin on his hands is as white as snow, and the blood vessels under the skin are clearly visible.

The fingertips are adorably pink.

It is unimaginable that these hands have created so many incredible myths.

It was these hands that destroyed the Pentagon's defenses only a few minutes ago.

His son is a genius!

Even at the age of seven, what can be achieved is remarkable to the world.

In the small body, there seems to be a powerful soul hidden.

Incredible.

This is his son, and he should be proud.

I should be extremely glad to have such an excellent and talented son.

But now, holding his pink little hand, Mu Yazhe seems to have something sour in his heart that is constantly spreading.

Distressed.

I really feel sorry for this child.

No matter what his achievements are, there is no doubt that he is only a seven-year-old child.

He didn't even know what to imagine what kind of childhood he had.

While investigating his background and identity, he also got a thick stack of case reports.

According to the report, the child spent almost all of his time in the hospital until he was three years old.

Congenital cardiac insufficiency......

Asthma......

Respiratory syndrome......

Mu Yazhe kneaded his little hands, but the distress in his eyes was beyond words.

Yun Tianyou was stunned, and then slowly pulled his little hand out of his palm.

"Probably, it's too late, right?"

Yun Tianyou's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he pursed his lips and said, "I'm used to it." ”

He's strong enough now.

Strong enough to protect Mommy.

The wealth and power he has are enough to maintain this family.

"Nothing matters to me except Mommy."

With that, Yun Tianyou slowly turned around, took a deep breath, and left the study.

Mu Yazhe looked at his back with deep eyes, hooked his lips, and smiled.

He could see that this child was obviously so yearning for his arms.

That day in the hospital, when holding him, the little hands carefully wrapped around his waist and nestled in his arms, although there was only that moment, but obediently like a little cat with its claws retracted.

It's just that he has a hard mouth and a stubborn temperament.

After all, the seven-year gap is neither deep nor shallow, but there is also a chasm.

It seems that it is not easy to enter his heart and make him accept him as a father from his heart.

When he walked into the restaurant, Yun Tianyou was contentedly holding the bowl and sucking noodles.

As soon as I saw him, my eyes changed instantly, and my expression was a little complicated.

Yun Shishi asked, "Youyou, how is Mommy's craftsmanship?" ”

"Great!" Youyou clapped his hands and praised without hesitation.

There is no burning, the noodles are not sandwiched, the taste is not salty and light, and the craftsmanship has improved!

In fact, Youyou is very picky about the taste of food, but the requirements for his mother's craftsmanship are really low. Cat flutter Chinese