C1015 I Need My Parents
"What?" Wen Juanshi was shocked and looked at Wen Jingyu, "Dad, really?"
Wen Jingyu lowered his head and looked at her too. "Yes. "
She pursed her lips and seemed to be a little unhappy.
Wen Jingyu squatted down and hugged her. "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy that Little Bao's parents are here? Can't bear to part with Little Bao?"
"Yes. "
"But he also needs his parents. "
"Yes. " Wen Juanshi nodded and hugged Wen Jingyu's neck. She looked at the back of the meatball in the distance.
If he left, she didn't know when they would meet again.
"Sir!"
A shout came from afar. Wen Jingyu turned around and saw a few tall figures walking over.
He had already calculated in his heart.
Walking closer, Shang Yinrann almost saw the figure at the side of the practice field.
It was Little Bao!
It was her Little Bao!
"Small bag!"
That shout was extremely familiar.
When Little Bao heard that, he turned around and was tightly hugged by someone.
A fragrance drifted into his nose.
That fragrance made his nose feel sour.
"Little bun! Small bag! Small bag!"
Shang Yinrann cried and called out to him.
No one could understand that feeling.
Her heart hurt very much.
Other than calling him, she didn't know what else she could do.
The ecstasy of regaining what she had lost caused her entire body to tremble.
Then, her body fell into a warm and wide embrace.
Yan Lihan hugged the mother and son, and his big palm landed on Cute Baby's head, "Little bag. "
Although Cute Baby had yet to remember who was hugging him, he knew that they must be the people closest to him.
Because his heart told him to get closer to them.
After who knew how long, Yan Lihan let go of the two of them and called her softly, "Yinyin. "
Only then did Shang Yinrann wake up from a dream and lightly opened Cute Baby, "Little bag, do you miss your mother?"
Cute Baby looked at her and said something that made Shang Yinrann feel as if she had entered an ice cave.
"Are you my mother?"
Not only Shang Yinrann, even Yan Lihan almost couldn't squat down and fell to the ground.
"Little Bao? Little Bao, what happened to you?" Shang Yinrann touched Cute Baby's cheek in fear. "You, you don't remember Mom?"
Cute Baby pursed his lips, and a drop of tears fell from his little phoenix eyes.
He was also very sad.
"I am! I am! I am your mother! Little Bao, I am your mother! "
"Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan. "
At this moment, Wen Jingyu's voice rang out. "That day, when we met Little Bao, he suddenly rushed out of the road. My driver accidentally hit him, causing him to lose his memory. "
"Memory loss?!" Shang Yinrann exclaimed, "You're saying Little Bao doesn't remember us?"
"It's only temporary. " The doctor said that short-term memory loss will be remembered. I think as long as Little Bao returns to your side, he will remember. For example, he will remember that he used to be called Little Bao. "
When he said this, Shang Yinrann's heartache lessened a little.
She looked at Cute Baby's small face and smiled. "Little Bao, I'm your mother. "
Cute Baby blinked his little phoenix eyes, which were exactly the same as Yan Lihan's, and then looked at Yan Lihan, who was behind Shang Yinrann.
He looked like Cute Baby.
Licking his dry lips, Cute Baby took the initiative to reach out and hug Shang Yinrann's neck. He buried his head in her neck and did not say anything.
But this action already showed that he accepted it.
Shang Yinrann shed tears and carried him.
Yan Lihan quickly put his arm around her shoulder and softly said, "Yinyin, let me do it. "
Now that she was pregnant, hugging Cute Baby was indeed a little strenuous, but she did not want to let go.
Cute Baby raised his head and looked at Yan Lihan. After a while, he stretched out his short and thick arm.
Yan Lihan's phoenix eyes fiercely pricked. He received him and carefully hugged him tightly.
"Let's go home first. " Wen Jingyu said.
Yan Lihan nodded and patted Cute Baby's back.
Cute Baby rested on his shoulder and closed his eyes.
This feeling made him feel at ease.
The car returned to the courtyard of the training area. With Wen Jingyu leading the way, Yan Lihan and Bai Hsingzhen's car could also drive in.
After entering the house, Wen Jingyu and Mrs. Wen invited them to sit down. The kitchen auntie came over to make tea.
The few of them sat down. Yan Lihan sat next to Shang Yinrann, and Shang Yinrann leaned against Cute Baby. The family of three was harmonious.
Wen Jingyu took a sip of the tea and said, "Mr. Yan, do you plan to take the bag with you now?"2
As soon as he finished speaking, Cute Baby's body subconsciously stiffened.
Shang Yinrann frowned and looked at Yan Lihan.
Yan Lihan received her gaze and said in a deep voice, "Not for now. "
Fu Mingrui frowned and said, "Lihan, what do you mean?"
Yan Lihan said, "Right now, this small bag hasn't recovered his memory and lacks a sense of security. Taking him away like this isn't good for him. "
When Wen Jingyu heard this, he nodded in agreement. "I won't hide it from Mr. Yan. Actually, I also mean the same thing. Little Bao is your child, so I shouldn't have stopped you from taking him away.
It's just that Little Bao has lived here for a period of time. When he lost his memories, he was more familiar with this place than he was with Mr. Yan. "
Yan Lihan nodded. "We will stay here for a period of time and wait for Little Bao to familiarize himself with us. When he has a complete sense of trust and familiarity with us, we will bring him back. "
Shang Yinrann quietly hugged Cute Baby and kissed him on the top of his head.
To be able to say such words, it also proved that Little Bao's parents were sensible and really loved him.
Wen Jingyu put down the teacup and said, "I know a doctor, and Little Bao knows him too. I can ask him to continue treating Little Bao and help him recover his memory. It's a short-term memory loss. With you around, it'll be twice as effective. "
"Okay. " Yan Lihan nodded his head and agreed.
After they had dinner at the Wen family's residence, a question was placed in front of them.
Yan Lihan and the others naturally had to return to the hotel. What about Cute Baby?
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