A wedding...a wedding is on the agenda?! What the hell?

"Whoever likes you and wants to get married to you, Di Mingjue, don't talk to yourself! I told you it was just a metaphor... um——!"

The remaining sounds were once again blocked by the passionate kiss.

After the kiss ended, Muyan punched the man's chest hard.

"Mother...mother!"

Only then did she hear Xiaobao's call again.

Muyan was startled and quickly released Xiaobao and Fat Rabbit from the space.

As soon as he released the control of the space, Xiaobao's body suddenly rushed into Muyan's arms.

The child, who has always been as mature as a little adult, cried so heartbreakingly for the first time that he burst into tears.

"Mother is bad! Wuwuwu...Mother is bad! Xiaobao hates mother! Wuwuwu..."

He was obviously saying disgusting words, but his little arms were hugging Muyan's neck tightly, and he couldn't bear to let go for a moment.

There were no tears shed even when he was most desperate just now, and there were no tears shed even when Di Mingjue rushed to the rescue at the last moment.

At this moment, the embankment burst.

Muyan hugged her son's soft and small body tightly, her voice choked with sobs, "Xiaobao, I'm sorry, it's my mother's fault for making you worry."

Xiaobao's head was buried tightly in the crook of her neck, and his little body kept twitching.

Hot tears flowed down her neck and onto her skin, making her whole heart ache.

Muyan wanted to lift her baby son's face to see if his eyes were swollen from crying.

But Xiaobao held her neck and refused to let go.

For the first time, he so willfully refused to cooperate with Muyan's actions or listen to Muyan's words.

Even if Di Mingjue said next to him: "How can a great man cry so easily?"

Normally, when provoked, Xiaobao would obediently let go of Muyan's little baby.

This time, it was as if he didn't hear it and just refused to raise his head.

Muyan breathed out gently, her expression was indescribably sour and soft, and she suddenly let out a low moan.

This voice sounded like an instruction.

Xiaobao, who had refused to raise his head at first, suddenly raised his head.

Revealing a pair of red eyes from crying and a small face covered with tears.

Xiaobao didn't care how embarrassed he looked and asked hurriedly: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Muyan frowned slightly, gently wiped away the tears on Xiaobao's face, and then said softly: "My mother's injury has not healed yet, so it hurts a little. Can Xiaobao apply some medicine on my mother?"

Xiaobao twitched his nose and said nothing.

Although he is young, he is very smart.

At this time, it was already known that this was Muyan's deliberate cry of pain.

However, when she saw the wound on her mother's back, her big blue eyes were filled with tears again.

He gritted his teeth and nodded, trying not to let the tears fall: "Mother is in pain, Xiaobao will apply medicine to her."

Muyan's heart seemed to be soaked in a hot honey pot, it was sour and sweet at the same time.

She took out the mysterious medicine, and Xiaobao immediately took it and carefully poured it on the wounds on Muyan's back and shoulders little by little.

The irritating sensation of the medicine entering the wound made Muyan frown slightly and let out a low groan.

Immediately, nervous voices from one large and one small came to my ears, "Mother/Yanyan, how are you? Does it hurt?"

Xiaobao leaned his little head, pursed his lips, and blew softly, "Mom, it doesn't hurt. Xiaobao, blow it and the pain will fly away."

Muyan's eyes were so soft that they seemed to melt away.
Chapter completed!