Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

An Qi took Xiao Songcone to the hospital to visit Lu Haochen.

Although he was awake, his mental state was not very good. His eyes were staring at the ceiling, empty and lifeless.

"Haochen, I made squab soup for you." An Qi said with a slight smile.

Little Pinecone was lying in front of the hospital bed, with tears in her eyes, "Daddy, does your hand hurt? Let me blow it for you."

He pursed his lips and blew gently on Lu Haochen's injured wrist.

The child's tender little voice brought Lu Haochen back to his consciousness. He raised his hand and stroked his head, "Don't be afraid, Daddy is fine."

An Qi served him a bowl of pigeon soup, "Haochen, have you forgotten? I am your trash can. If you have something unhappy in the future, you must tell me as soon as possible and don't keep it to yourself. .”

A sad smile appeared on Lu Haochen's pale face, "An Qi, I lost you again. I would never have lost you. I am the biggest fool in the world."

An Qi looked at him comfortingly, "You have not lost me. I said that no matter what happens, you are my best friend and my relative. No one can take your place. You can't hurt me anymore." Yourself, otherwise Little Pinecone and I will be very sad."

Little Song Guo said with a flat mouth, "I don't want Daddy to get hurt, I want Daddy to get better soon."

Lu Haochen stroked his little face. Fortunately, An Qi had not announced the child's life experience to the public. Little Pinecone was still his child, otherwise he would really be hopeless.

An Qi originally planned to let Xiao Songguo and Lu Junyan and his son recognize each other during the wedding, but now she has given up this idea.

Lu Haochen needs the little pine cone. He cannot be stimulated anymore until his depression is cured.

"Little Pinecone has been talking about you these past few days. You should get well soon and take him to play baseball."

Lu Haochen held her hand and said, "An Qi, are you and Xiao Songguo really not going to leave me?"

"No, I promise." An Qi comforted softly, her tone sounding like coaxing a child.

Afterwards, she served him pigeon soup.

Lu Haochen finally regained the familiar and warm feeling. He couldn't lose her, without her, his world would be gray and lonely.

After coming out of the hospital, An Qi first sent the child to the Blue Lake Villa, and then went to Lu Junyan's Swan Castle Villa.

Not long after she arrived, Lu Junyan came over.

"Have you visited Lu Haochen?"

"Yes." She nodded, went to the kitchen to heat up the squab soup, and brought it out.

"I made squab soup, you can try it."

Lu Junyan's dark, icy eyes flashed sinisterly, "Is it stewed for Lu Haochen?"

An Qi pouted, "I made two stews, one for Third Brother and one for you. If you don't want to drink it, forget it. I'll drink it myself."

Hearing this, Lu Junyan felt better, "Since it is stewed for me, of course I have to drink it."

He picked up the bowl and took a long drink.

She smiled slightly and said, "Does it taste good?"

"Yeah." He nodded. It tasted good, but it had a bit of sour taste without even realizing it.

If it weren't for Lu Haochen, how could he drink the soup she stewed?

In her heart, Lu Haochen was always ranked in front of him and was much more important than him.

"If one day I get sick, will you take care of me?"

An Qi glanced at him sideways and said, "You are not allowed to get sick."

He curled up the corners of his mouth, half-smiling, "I am also made of flesh and blood, how can I not get sick?"

An Qi glanced at him faintly, raised her hand and placed it on his stomach, "Does your stomach hurt again?"

She heard from Aunt Lan that he had a bad stomach and was hospitalized twice because of gastric bleeding.

Lu Junyan held her hand and said, "It only hurts when you are in a bad mood, so don't make me angry."