The hotel manager was very discerning and immediately ordered the kitchen to serve new meals.

Everyone sat down, this time without waiting for Huo Jinming's reminder, Xiao Yuchen pouted her little butt and struggled to climb onto the chair next to Jian Yao, with her calf on the edge of the table, looking at her eagerly.

"Aunt Jane."

Yu Chen yelled, "I want to eat that steamed bun."

The child stared at her with big round eyes, and his bright black pupils shone like black jewels, and Jian Yao lost any resistance in an instant.

"Okay, Auntie will clip it for you."

She said softly, her eyes full of doting, she brought a bun for Yu Chen.

Jiang Yanwan looked delicious, but she didn't have any room to intervene.

When the vase fell on Jian Yao just now, Xiao Yuchen was also within the affected range, she screamed and ran away immediately, regardless of Yuchen's safety.

From that moment on, she knew that the balance in the child's heart had begun to tilt.

After all, Xiao Yuchen was a child, and he was forced to learn to be sensible by following Huo Jinming's side, but he also liked the feeling of being pampered.

Jian Yao was kind to him, she would feed him whatever he wanted, and she gradually developed a dependence.

You can eat what you want without using utensils.

In order to bring food to him, Jian Yao herself didn't eat much.

"Snapped."

Huo Jinming put down his chopsticks without hesitation, and looked straight at Xiao Yuchen with his cold eyes.

"You are a man, don't always rely on others and let others serve you food."

His voice was deep and cold, and Xiao Yuchen didn't dare to disobey his intentions, so he drooped his little head sadly, and obediently picked up the chopsticks and ate by himself.

Seeing her son's aggrieved little face, wrinkled and almost twisted together, Jian Yao cast a reproachful glance at Huo Jinming.

He still doesn't want her to get too close to her son.

After all, she is a mother who came out of prison, so it's normal that he doesn't want Yu Chen to get too close to her.

Jian Yao took a long breath, and picked up the tableware by herself, feeling like chewing wax without taste.

Seeing that she had eaten, the ice in Huo Jinming's eyes quietly melted away a little.

After dinner, Huo Jinming took Jian Yao, Yu Chen and others back.

Xiao Yuchen started to feel sleepy as soon as he boarded the plane, and when he got off the plane and drove home, he was already sleeping soundly in Jian Yao's arms.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Jian Yao gently kissed his forehead.

Finally, he held his son completely in his arms.

As long as it is for her son, no matter what kind of life she lives or how she is treated by Huo Jinming, she can bear it.

After returning home, Jian Yao carried Yu Chen up to the second floor.

Just as Huo Jinming was about to follow, the phone rang, and he frowned when he heard the voice from the receiver.

"Jian Yao, take Yu Chen with you first."

He whispered, with cold eyes, "I have something to do with the company, I'll deal with it first."

"Ah."

Jian Yao nodded indifferently, in her beautiful eyes, thousands of miles were barren.

The aura on her body was lonely and silent, Huo Jinming was a little worried, and stared at her closely.

The air between the two is like a taut string, and a silent war is about to break out.

"Okay, stop staring at each other."

Sefina pushed Huo Jinming out helplessly, "Hurry up and get busy."

After driving away Huo Jinming, Sefina looked at Jian Yao to take credit.

"Thank you."

Jian Yao answered in a low voice, turned around and went back to the bedroom on the second floor.

Knowing that Jian Yao would not eat oil and salt, Sefina helplessly spread her palms.

Looking at Yu Chen's small and soft body on the bed, Jian Yao couldn't help stretching her fingers.

She wanted to measure his height.

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