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"mom!"

A childish voice suddenly came.

Song Yan suddenly came back to her senses, and when she looked up, she saw a small white and tender ball flying towards her, hugging her leg.

Song Yan laughed, "Little guy, what are you doing? Hug your thigh?"

Xiaotuanzi raised his head, and on his pink and tender face, a pair of big black eyes were as beautiful as shining stars, and said in a childish voice: "Papa said, today I can fatten my family, and Chengcheng wants to fatten up with my mother." Home!"

Uh, Fatty?

Song Yan laughed out loud, bent slightly, and looked at him amusedly.

"It's not Fei's house, it's going home, baby, can you read it again?"

Xiao Tuanzi tilted his head, half understanding, but he still opened his mouth, obediently following his mother's accent, "Fat...Fat...Fat!"

"..."

Song Yan suppressed a smile, a little helpless.

have to.

A little Douding who is only four years old cannot be too strict.

Slurred speech, milky voice and so on, are actually normal.

……

After the previous drinking party, Song Yan's cold became more serious, and it took two days for an infusion in the hospital to get better.

For the past two days, she has been living with Cheng Cheng, and she has learned a little about his situation.

This little guy was frightened in the car accident, and for some reason, he mistook Song Yan for his mother and was very dependent on her.

A psychiatrist had examined him and believed that Cheng Cheng's current mental state was not stable. In order to avoid emotional stimulation, he tried to go along with everything as much as possible, focusing on consolation and appeasement.

The little guy insisted that Song Yan was his mother, and his attitude was extremely firm, and he refused to listen to anyone's persuasion. Lu Yan couldn't resist him, so he simply let Song Yan acquiesce first, and then slowly explain when he recovered from his injury.

Song Yan was quite puzzled.

Since Cheng Cheng was born by Lu Yanchen, who is his biological mother?Lu Yanchen is not married yet...

Is it an illegitimate child?

Just thinking about it, the door suddenly opened.

Lu Yanchen walked in slowly, followed by a middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper with luggage in his hands.

"Papa!" Xiaotuanzi hugged Song Yan's leg, turned around and shouted cheerfully, "Can we make a fortune?"

"Ah."

Lu Yan cherishes words like gold, and he is no exception to his own son.

He came over, leaned over and stretched out his hand, and said lightly, "Come here, daddy hugs."

Song Yan was slightly surprised. This man seemed indifferent, but he was very kind to his son.

It's a pity that Xiaotuanzi didn't buy it. He hugged Song Yan's leg and said coquettishly: "No, Chengcheng wants to be hugged by mother! Mother should hug her!"

"..." Song Yan was a little embarrassed.

Lu Yan stood up straight calmly, with no expression on his handsome face, he gave her a faint glance.

Song Yan had no choice but to bend down to pick up Xiaotuanzi, and bumped it slightly, but it was still quite heavy.

This little guy has a small frame, but is slender and delicate, and looks like a small ball, but it is soft when held in his arms, like a small glutinous rice dumpling, with baby fat on it.

Xiaotuanzi hugged her shoulders contentedly, pressed her little face against her, and asked in a childlike voice, "Is mom tired?"

"Not tired."

"Isn't Cheng Cheng a bit awesome?"

"..."

Song Yan froze for a moment.

What is a little bit awesome?

Lu Yanchen translated indifferently, "He means, he's a little fat."

awesome...

Chubby……

Song Yan suddenly realized, and couldn't help laughing: "No, baby, you are not fat."

It's just a small milk voice, which is a bit overwhelming.

Xiaotuanzi was very happy when she heard the words, two blushes flew up on her little face, she held her face, and kissed her with a "baji", "Mom is so kind! I like my mother the most~"

Song Yan laughed.

Lu Yan and Shen Wenyan didn't respond either.

Next to him, the middle-aged butler who watched this scene silently frowned slightly on his rigid and serious face.

Today is the day to be discharged from the hospital.

Song Yan's cold was almost healed, and Xiaotuanzi was out of danger and could go home to recuperate.

A group of people took the elevator downstairs and went straight to the parking lot. Several low-key but luxurious top luxury cars were parked at the elevator exit, and a row of black-clothed bodyguards stood in front of the cars.

"Mr. Lu, does Cheng Cheng really want to move to my house?"

Song Yan got into the car with Xiaotuanzi in her arms, sat on the back seat of the stretched luxury car, and spoke hesitantly.

Lu Yanchen sat opposite, with a dignified and elegant posture, and looked up at her, "Why? Inconvenient?"

Song Yan shook her head hastily, "No, I'm afraid Chengcheng won't be used to living here, and besides, don't you feel relieved?"

The place where she lives is the dormitory arranged for her by the company. The area is very small, barely enough for one person.

Song Yan herself didn't care, but she was afraid that Xiaotuanzi wouldn't be able to adapt. After all, he was also a pampered young master, and he probably never lived in such a small house in his life.

It's strange to get used to it.

"It's okay to stay at your house." Lu Yan said in a calm tone, "You move here and live at Lu's house."

"..."

Live in Lu's house?
Song Yan's mouth twitched fiercely.

She remembered that she had seen a special report on the Lu family before, which mentioned the Lu family's ancestral house.

It was a super-large private manor covering several thousand acres and covering three mountains. It was located on the outskirts of the capital, and there were hundreds of servants alone. The rules were strict and the gates were deep.

Telling her to move in, wouldn't that kill her?

Song Yan's face turned blue, and she twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly, "This... let's forget it, in fact, my family is pretty good!"

His tone changed all of a sudden.

Lu Yan cast a blank glance at her without saying anything.

Several black bodyguard cars opened the way ahead, guarding the extended luxury cars in the center, and drove all the way to Song Yan's house.

An hour later, the vehicle stopped in front of an old apartment building.

Lu Yan got out of the car, saw the old apartment with old and yellowed walls, slightly frowned his sword-like eyebrows, and looked worried.

Song Yan explained tremblingly: "These are all old houses, built a long time ago, so they don't look very beautiful."

Not only is it not beautiful, it is simply dirty...

"Miss Song usually lives in this kind of place?" The housekeeper standing behind Lu Yanchen frowned and looked at the open trash can outside the apartment door without a lid, with a look of disbelief on his rigid face.

"Well, you come with me."

Song Yan leads the way.

The old house didn't even have an elevator, only a long and narrow staircase, dark and narrow, with all kinds of debris piled up in the corners, full of dust.

It's okay for Song Yan to get used to it, but it's unlucky for the others, who were covered in ashes after a while, not even Lu Yanchen was spared.

After climbing to the top floor and opening the door, the small apartment was deserted.

A cramped living room, a long and narrow kitchen, a palm-sized bedroom, and a bathroom so small that you can hardly turn around, you can see everything at a glance when you stand at the door.

Lu Yan's eyes flicked over the furnishings in the room, and then at the slightly yellowed tiles on the floor, his brows tightened.