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"Jinchuan?"

Yan Luoluo was so flustered that she wanted to retract his hand, but she did not expect that she would hold it even tighter, "Your hand is injured, let me apply the medicine."

It was only after she said this that Yan Luoluo noticed that his wrist was burning with pain, and that there were faintly four finger marks on it. If Mu Beihan used even a little more strength, perhaps his arm would have been broken.

Cheng Jinchuan held her wrist with one hand and sprayed a few times with the other.

Cheng Jinchuan rubbed Yan Luoluo's wrist lightly, his eyes filled with worry, "Do you know how worrying you have been in the past few days that you were gone?"

"Sorry, I'm sorry …"

Yan Luoluo didn't know how to explain that she was still in the hospital and hadn't told him. Furthermore, Fanfan was also injured.

"Just look in my eyes and promise me that no matter what, I will ensure the safety of myself and the Fanfan in the future."

Yan Luoluo looked at Cheng Jinchuan's blazing eyes and nodded strongly. This time, she had neglected her duty and in the future, she would take good care of herself and Fanfan.

Looking at Yan Luoluo's clear eyes and moist lips, Cheng Jinchuan felt like he was being bewitched. He leaned closer and wanted to kiss Fang Ze.

Di — —

Yan Luoluo suddenly regained her senses, she pushed Cheng Jinchuan away and anxiously retreated, "Drive us back, Fanfan is a little homesick."

"Alright, sit steadily with Fanfan."

Cheng Jinchuan walked towards the driver's seat, and didn't forget to look back at the car that was honking its horn.

Inside the carriage, a pair of cold eyes were staring at him, the sharp eyes wanted to cut him into a thousand pieces, and the owner of the eyes was no one else but Mu Beihan.

Cheng Jinchuan pretended not to see it, and immediately started the car and disappeared from his sight.

After returning home, Yan Luoluo laid weakly on the sofa. She only wanted to calm down now, she had rejected the idea of letting Cheng Jinchuan come upstairs to take a seat.

"Mommy, drink some water."

Yan Qingfan brought the cup in front of Yan Luoluo, revealing a chunk of his arm, the wound on his arm was extremely ugly.

"Fanfan, is your arm still painful?"

Yan Luoluo blamed herself as she looked at Yan Qingfan. The long scar might just follow him for life, and what kind of eyes other children would use in the future.

"It's been a long time since it hurts Mommy, do your hands still hurt? "The pain blows for you."

Yan Qingfan pouted his lips and blew gently on Yan Luoluo's arms. Every time he was injured by Mommy, he would always blow for her like this, and then he would not feel any more pain. Now it was his turn to take care of Mommy.

"With a blow from Fanfan, Mommy won't hurt anymore!"

Yan Luoluo lightly rubbed Yan Qingfan's little head. He was so sensible that it made people feel pain in their hearts.

A sudden bell sound broke the harmony of the room. Yan Luoluo did not even need to stand up to open the door.

"Who is it, Fanfan?"

"It's the Uncle Mu!"

Yan Qingfan shouted happily, and threw himself into Mu Beihan's embrace.

Compared to Yan Qingfan, who was in clear contrast, Yan Luoluo's expression instantly darkened as he coldly asked: "Why are you here?"

Looking at Mu Beihan who was standing at the doorway, he actually knew to press the doorbell instead of using his key to enter.

"You came uninvited, and looked at the Fanfan, not you."

Saying that, Mu Beihan acted like he was performing a magic trick and took out a bag from behind him, "Fanfan, guess what's inside? I'll give it to you if you're right. "

"Four famous books? Higher education? or an electrical science book? "