Fu Yunjian nodded, "as long as you like, uncle will play with you."

"Ouye!" Yan Xiaosui cheered, and her heart was swept away.

She also took the initiative to pull Fu Jingyan and ran to the house first.

"Just once. You can't play like this tomorrow."

Yan Shu picked up the crystal hairpin that the little guy fell on the ground and patted it with her hand, "she has a bad heart and has been in a bad mood."

Fu Yun was stunned, then rubbed his eyebrows, "sorry, I think Sui Sui is too happy, just coaxing her..."

He almost forgot that Yan Xiaosui's heart was like a time bomb, which would kill her at any time. No wonder Yan Shu always stared at Yan Xiaosui when she just played the game.

I'm afraid she may have some discomfort.

"There's no need to apologize. I just remind you that she had a good time today." Yan Shu said.

She really didn't blame Fu Yunjian, and she knew that he wanted to make the children happy.

The two men walked side by side towards the main house. Yan Shu lifted the hair beside her cheeks and asked Fu Yunjian, "I want to take Sui Sui to the hospital to see Liang Xiao tomorrow morning. Can I go?"

Fu Yun admonished him.

Seeing that the man suddenly stopped, Yan Shu was also forced to stop and looked at him sideways, "I don't have to go. When it's convenient to go, you can talk to me."

It's mainly because Sui Sui is worried about Liang Xiao. She wants to take her children to have a look.

"I sent all the bodyguards in front of Liang Xiao's disease room." Fu Yun remonstrated in a deep voice. His face was still as indifferent, "I'll drive you there tomorrow morning?"

Yan Shu refused, "no, I have a car."

"Well."

They didn't talk anymore and walked silently.

Fu Yunjian slightly lowered his eyes and thought that Sui Sui was the daughter of Liang Xiao and Li xingruo. Liang Xiao was so badly injured that Sui Sui should certainly go to see him.

Just thinking that the little guy would cry when he saw Liang Xiao who was seriously injured, he felt a little stuffy in his heart.

The little guy is still young, so he shouldn't see the scene of that blood type.

When Yan Shu returned upstairs to find Yan Xiaosui, she found that the little guy had taken a bath obediently, and called Fu Jingyan, who had taken a bath next door, and asked him to blow his hair.

Yan Shu simply laughed angrily, "years old, you came to Jingyan's house as a guest, how can you let him blow your hair?"

"It doesn't matter, aunt Yan. Every year is not only a guest, but also my sister." Fu Jingyan was tall. He stood behind Yan Xiaosui, holding a hair dryer, and skillfully blew Yan Xiaosui's hair.

Fu Jingyan felt a little depressed that he had not been called on, and his small face was still with a smile, "I'm very happy to blow my hair for years."

Yan Shu sat cross legged on the soft carpet, looking at them, the corners of her mouth slightly bent, "Jing Yan is really good."

Since she knew her son was still alive, she was more eager to find her son.

That child is as old as Fu Jingyan. If he eats well, he may be as tall as Fu Jingyan. He must also be very clever and sensible

If you meet Yan Xiaosui, you will be a good brother like Fu Jingyan, and be ordered by her to do anything, right?

Thinking of the child who had been separated from her for five years, she didn't know whether he was tall or thin. Yan Shu's thoughts couldn't help growing up.

Gradually, the eyes became red.

Yan Xiaosui saw Yan Shu's eyes red, and immediately ran to her arms, "Mommy, Mommy, why are your eyes red?"

Yan Shu wiped the corners of her eyes, "eyes into the sand."

"Then I'll help you blow." Yan Xiaosui came up to Yan Shu and pouted to help her blow her eyes.

Fu Jingyan saw Yan Shu's eyes red, thought of what Yan said before she was a little old, and the hug in the afternoon, and his small hands unconsciously squeezed the hair dryer.

Soon, he came to Yan Shu.

"Aunt Yan..." he knew that Yan Xiaosui had a brother. Aunt Yan's eyes were red. It was estimated that she thought of Yan Xiaosui's brother again.

He pursed his mouth, and his eyes became a little fragile. "Will you... Don't want me?"