Bai Yaoyu didn't wait for his explanation and turned around to the stairs with the child in his arms.

Long Qingye is powerless, this... he is too unfair!

Uncle Luo met Bai Yaoyu at the entrance of the stairs. When he saw a coin-sized bag swollen on the forehead of the young master, he was shocked and quickly came down to get the ice.

Seeing Long Qingye standing there, I don’t know if it was because he was old or because he felt sorry for the young master, so I directly criticized him, “Young master, this is your fault. How can you hurt the young master! You are too careless!”

If Bai Yaoyu's words hadn't made him reflect, he really wanted to ask Uncle Luo: Who have you seen who would look at the door first and look behind every time you open the door?

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Bai Yaoyu pressed the ice bag on the child's forehead, and her little body did not move, quietly letting her apply ice.

I was still a little sad: I thought I could sneak out to play, but who knew that his father suddenly came back and disturbed all his plans!

I just want to cry when I think about it.

Long Qingye pushed the door open and entered. When the baby saw him, he waved his hands and started crying.

Bai Yaoyu armed himself and looked at him with a look of defense. Her little body in her arms fluttered uneasy, wanting to see something that scares him. She raised her little pink fist and pointed her index finger at Long Qingye.

Bai Yaoyu felt distressed, and the child's tears melted her heart, and she asked him sternly, "What are you here to do?"

Long Qingye stood there, walked straight up and checked the child's forehead.

"How about the kid...?"

"Xiao Jing's forehead is so swollen, what do you think?"

"I didn't mean it!" Long Qingye retorted.

"It doesn't matter whether it intentionally is it. You knocked Xiaojing's head like this. He kept crying and never stopped!"

Bai Yaoyu was almost heartbroken. The child was her heart. She was so hurt that she wanted to cry.

Long Qingye wanted to take it, but the child was like a child who saw a doctor asking for an injection, so he burped into Bai Yaoyu's arms, not letting Long Qingye touch him: He hates dad, otherwise he would have gone out to play now!

"Don't touch the children!"

Bai Yaoyu stood up and flashed far away, as if Long Qingye was a plague god, and everyone avoided it.

night

Bai Yaoyu kept comforting the child until he didn't cry. Uncle Luo came to ask her to go down for dinner. She put the child on the bed and went downstairs alone.

When Long Qingye entered the door, he saw his son lying on the bed. The tears on his little face had dried up and was smiling brightly at him. He could not tell at all that he had cried.

Long Qingye sighed. He was tortured by this little devil. Bai Yaoyu treated him like an enemy. Even Uncle Luo couldn't help but recite a few words when he saw him. He is really not a human inside and outside now!

The child flattened his mouth and only took a little bit of the big bag on his forehead, and it would hurt if he touched it lightly.

Long Qingye only dared to observe the child's wounds with his eyes, and did not dare to touch him, for fear that he would cry out loud when he was unhappy and would call Bai Yaoyu, so he would not want to sleep tonight.

Don't blame him for always suspecting that this child is here to collect debts and is unable to get along with him everywhere.

After yawning, he was tired, so he took off his coat and went to bed, huddled on the other side and dared not approach him, for fear of offending this young master.

Sleepy came layer by layer, and he fell asleep in a daze.

An unexpected sound of glass breaking awakened him.
Chapter completed!