Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

Chapter 483 Shock

In fact, they were worried that the child was angry with them and wouldn't talk to them. Mu Qingqian touched the child's forehead and found that he didn't have a fever, which made her feel relieved.

The movement of her touching his forehead was very gentle, as soft as the spring breeze, but it left little pudding stunned, unable to believe it.

Did the mother remember him, or did she know about their parent-child relationship? It was rare for the mother and father to be together peacefully!

He didn't dare to ask, for he was really afraid that this was a dream. He secretly pinched his thigh flesh under the quilt and felt the pain clearly, and couldn't help but frowned.

Mu Qingqian immediately became nervous and asked anxiously, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"No...it's okay..." Little Pudding said quickly, waving his little hands to hide his emotion. He was happy in his heart, this was not a dream!

But the atmosphere was a bit weird, and he shrank his head. Happiness came too suddenly and he was not used to it.

At this moment, grandma pushed open the door and walked in quickly with a thermos, breaking the strange and subtle atmosphere of this "family" of three.

"Little pudding, my good child!" Yin Lanju sighed with deep affection, "Aunt Mei cooked your favorite vegetable and lean meat porridge. You must be hungry. Grandma will feed you."

As she spoke, she opened the thermos and was no longer sad because her grandson was fine. She was really scared last night!

She brought the open thermos over. The vegetable and lean meat porridge was emitting warm steam and a faint fragrance that made people want to eat it just by smelling it.

"Hello, Mom."

Mu Qingqian spoke to her son very seriously. When little pudding heard these three words, he was stunned but extremely happy inside.

This confirms that the mother already knows that she is his biological mother and that she cares about him, which can be easily felt.

Mu Qingqian turned to Yin Lanju and tried to take the thermos from her hand. Yin Lanju wanted to feed the baby herself, but Xinran gave the thermos to her. Mu Qingqian was little pudding's mother and could not refuse.

Little Pudding finally got her mother's love and care, and she was very relieved.

Mu Qingqian took the thermos, scooped out a small spoonful of porridge, blew it gently, and then brought it to the lips of the little pudding. Her movements were gentle and soft, touching the hearts of the father and son.

Little pudding didn't make a sound. He opened his little mouth and took the porridge of just the right temperature into his mouth. He chewed it carefully and swallowed it. What his mother feeds him is delicious!

He wanted to burst into tears, but he held it back. He couldn't let his tears ruin the beauty, or else his mother would worry.

He hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon and was so hungry that he wanted to wolf down his food, but he would eat whatever his mother fed him. He enjoyed himself and slowly got used to the fact that this was not a dream. A sense of happiness grew in his heart.

Leng Qianhan stood aside in silence, looking at Qingqian and the child with a careful gaze. The mother and child were intimate and warm, the sun was warm and bright, and it was the most beautiful morning. The only thing that didn't fit the scene was his ugly prison uniform.

With his mother's gentle care, little pudding ate up all the porridge in the thermos in no time at all, without wasting any food.

"Baby, are you full?" Mu Qingqian asked, her gentle eyes full of concern and love.

"I'm not very full, but I'm sick and can't eat too much at once. It will make me feel nauseous and want to vomit." Little Pudding said honestly in a low voice, which was very wise.

He didn't remember what happened last night, but he felt very uncomfortable. When he was sick, he couldn't eat too much at once.

After saying that, he shrank his head again, feeling a little embarrassed. Mu Qingqian reached out and touched his little head, praising him generously: "Well, good baby."

She called him baby again and again, and little pudding was flattered and felt sweet and childish, but enjoyed it very much.

So he boldly raised his eyes to look at his mother, his black eyeballs moving around, big and bright, looking particularly smart and energetic, like an active elf in the forest.

But he noticed that there were tears in his mother's eyes. Was she worried that he would get sick?

I suddenly thought of something, and stood up from the bed, kneeling to the same height as my mother, and said very seriously: "Mom, don't worry, I just have a cold and a fever, it's a minor illness!

When I was in the countryside, I was often outside, and I caught a cold and had a fever when it rained, but it was fine. I was fine the next day and I didn’t even need to take medicine! ”

He showed off the hardships he had experienced in the past as if they were his battle achievements, and at the end he playfully stuck out his tongue at his mother, trying to make her laugh.

Mu Qingqian's nose suddenly felt sore, and she hugged the child again, "My dear baby, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well, and you suffered so much."

As she spoke, she couldn't control her tears anymore. The suffering the child endured was not only the suffering he was going through now, but also the suffering he had been going through since he was a child.

Leng Qianhan also had tears in his eyes, his throat choked with pain. He knew very well that the child was suffering, and the child's mother had suffered even more!

Little Pudding immediately felt remorseful and realized that he had said the wrong thing and made his mother sad. He shouldn't have talked about the hardships in the past.

He opened his little hands, hugged his mother, and said to her softly, "Mom, I'm really fine..."

He didn't know how to comfort his mother, so he could only emphasize that he was fine.

"Mom will definitely love the baby, care for the baby, and stay with the baby forever!"

"Well, the baby will always be with mom."

Yin Lanju and Leng Qianhan both shed tears. Besides feeling heartbroken, they were also very relieved.

When other people came in, the adults wiped away their tears, thinking they were so useless that none of them were as strong as the children.

Lu Mingyuan and Leng Bingnuo came in and asked about Little Pudding's well-being. Lu Mingyuan also leaned close to her daughter and said:

"Xinxin, you must be tired after staying up all night. Go home and rest first. Mom will take care of the child."

"Brother, you should go and have a rest too. I will take good care of little pudding."

Little Pudding nodded in agreement, but Leng Qianhan and Mu Qingqian didn't want to leave, and each of them held the child's hand, wanting to stay with the child forever.

But the prison guard came, just outside the door, to take the prisoner Leng Qianhan back to prison.

Leng Qianhan naturally didn't want to go back. Arguing with the prison guards or even using sexual threats would definitely buy more time, but he had already promised his son last night that he would correct his attitude and reform himself, so he had no choice but to obey.

The prison guards had actually been very accommodating, giving him a whole night, and it was already late.

Leng Qianhan had no choice but to let go of his son's hand and spoke the longest words to Mu Qingqian all night: "Xin'er, I'm going back to prison. I need you to take care of the children before I get out of prison."

When Mu Qingqian heard him call her Xin'er, she was shocked reflexively. The shock was so strong that it was as if she was not calling Bai Xin'er.

But nothing came to mind, so I got back to the point and said, "I'm sure I will!"

Her tone was very serious, as if she was dissatisfied with the man opposite her. The man's words more or less implied that she was not able to take good care of the child.

She didn’t know she had a child before, but now that she knows, she will definitely treat the child very well and take care of the child meticulously.

Leng Qianhan didn't dare to talk to her much, for fear of being disliked, hated, or even beaten and scolded. Qingqian's biological mother was there!

Then, he hugged his son with his big hands and gave him a kiss on the face, "Baby, Daddy loves you."

Little Pudding got goosebumps all over his body and felt disheveled in the wind. It was not appropriate for men to be so sentimental in public.

Without waiting for his son's response, Leng Qianhan stood up and strode away in a very stylish manner, although his prison uniform made him look even more out of place after he stood up.

Mu Qingqian looked at his back, and before he walked away, she patted the child to get his attention: "Baby, stay with grandma and grandma for a while, mommy will go talk to your daddy."