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Chapter 458

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If it had been any other child, he or she would have burst into tears when the arm was reattached with this kind of injury. The nurses would have had to constantly coax him or her.

Although it was a small injury, the reattachment was very painful. It was enough to frighten many timid children.

However, these two little fellows were surprisingly patient. It was as if they were in a competition. Neither of them cried or made a fuss.

The two little fellows were worry-free, and the doctor felt much more at ease. He quickly completed the simple treatment of the injury. Because of this, he could not help but praise Yun Shishi. "Your two children are so brave. They didn't even cry."

When Yun Shishi heard this, she did not know whether to be happy or worried.

She always felt that when an outsider praised her two six-year-old children for being sensible, obedient, and mature, as a mother, other than feeling gratified, she also felt a little upset.

When they returned to the ward, because Xiao Yichen's injury was more serious and he needed to be hospitalized, Yun Shishi hurriedly withdrew some money to pay for the hospital fees. She also bought some fruits and desserts.

Children probably all like sweets!

Yoo Yoo loved to eat western biscuits and tiramisu. This time, Yun Shishi specially went to a western biscuit shop and bought two sets. She also specially selected many different flavors and put in a lot of effort.

Xiao Yichen had never eaten tiramisu before. When he took a bite, his eyes lit up.

Yun Shishi was naturally happy when she saw that he liked it. She fed him mouthful by mouthful.

Xiao Yichen, who was originally tense, gradually revealed a sincere smile.

"Is it good?"

Yun Shishi asked and fed him another mouthful.

Xiao Yichen's eyes moved. He opened his mouth and took a mouthful. Milk foam filled his mouth.

His heart felt warm.

Mu Wanrou had never fed him like this.

The last time his daddy fed him was when he had a high fever and couldn't get out of bed. Daddy's actions were not as gentle as this. He seemed a little stiff and often scalded his mouth.

"Yes, yes. It's so sweet. I want more!" Xiao Yichen happily curled his lips and licked the tip of his tongue.

His eyes and brows resembled Mu Yazhe, but when he smiled, he was so cute and cheeky. He was extremely adorable.

This child should smile more. He was very cute!

She recalled the first time she saw him. His face was stern and cold. He turned around indifferently, but the coldness on his face made her heart palpitate.

He looked exactly like that man when his face was tense. The father and son were exactly the same.

However, a six-year-old child was at his most innocent and naive.

He should smile more.

Yun Shishi's mood brightened as she fed him spoonful after spoonful.

Soon, the box of tiramisu.

Alas, the boy did not seem to have had enough. With a greedy look, his gaze swept across the desserts. She could read his mind at a glance and smilingly said, "You can't eat too much desserts, or else your teeth will rot."

"It's nothing. How about another pastry? . I want more! "

Xiao Yichen's eyes revealed his desire. His coquettish skills were not as good as Yun Tianyou's, so this level of desire was equivalent to him acting coquettishly to her.

Yun Shishi could not win against him. She repeatedly reminded him, "It's the last one!"

Thus, she opened the wrapping paper of the pastry.

Xiao Yichen was secretly delighted. A child could not hide his thoughts, and this joy quickly surfaced on his face.

Yun Shishi did not know that he was not being greedy. He was clearly enjoying the process of her feeding him gently.

No matter how much he disliked the pastry, he still found it delicious.

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