On the Pillow of Rebirth, the CEO enjoys the cool

"Zama step!"

At Coach Mo's order, Zi'an immediately squatted down, his legs were parallel to each other, and he stood up in a steady horse gait.

Coach Mo nodded in satisfaction, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. This is the most talented and calm child he has ever brought up, and he is also a good seed for learning Kung Fu.

As expected of Shen Siyan's son, just like his father.

"Close your knees!"

"Put your chest up a little more!"

Coach Mo kept picking out small details for Shen Zian. He had higher demands on Zi'an than other ordinary kids. This was Shen Siyan's idea and his own selfishness.

Shen Zian has a very high talent for kung fu, if he learns hard from a young age, he will definitely become a master when he grows up.

The little boy's hair seemed to be drenched by a sudden downpour, but it was actually his sweat. Zian's mouth had become parched and his throat was smoking.

But Coach Mo didn't stop, so he wanted to continue.

It was at this time that Lin Shuyan opened the door and came in. Seeing Zi'an who was sweating profusely, she was startled. Just as she was about to speak, Coach Mo winked at her. Lin Shuyan closed the door gently and stood in the corner to watch Zi'an.

Zi'an's legs had already started to tremble, but he was still holding on. The more Lin Shuyan looked at it, the more distressed she became, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Finally, Coach Mo waved his hand, "Okay, I'll come here today to see my mother."

Zi'an stood up slowly with his knees supported. His legs were weak and sore. He staggered a step and almost fell to the ground. Lin Shuyan was so frightened that she ran over immediately.

Only then did Shen Zian see Lin Shuyan coming, and he grinned, his legs were no longer weak, and his knees were no longer sore.

Lin Shuyan held back her tears, and while wiping the sweat from his forehead, praised him: "Zian is really amazing, mom is proud of you."

Zian shook his head, "No, I can do better."

Lin Shuyan hugged him tightly, rubbed the top of his head, and suddenly saw a bruise on the back of his neck, she immediately lifted his collar, and there was a bright bruise, Lin Shuyan immediately burst into tears.

She cried and wanted to pull away Zian's sleeves, but Zian dodged and shook her head violently, "It's okay, it's okay, mom, don't look at it."

"Zian!" Lin Shuyan choked up, her voice trembling, "Show mom."

Shen Zian lowered his head, pursed the corners of his lips tightly, and quietly opened his sleeves. The blue, red and purple patches on his arms were shocking.

Lin Shuyan's eyes widened, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak, but tears were streaming down her face, "Zian..."

Shen Zian helped her wipe away tears, shook his head and said, "Mom doesn't cry, Zian doesn't hurt."

"With so many wounds, how come it doesn't hurt?" Lin Shuyan grabbed his arm and kept looking, the more she looked at it, the more her heart ached.

Shen Zian put down his sleeves, imitating Shen Siyan's way of coaxing Lin Shuyan, he patted Lin Shuyan's head, "Mom, you have to endure hardships to be a master."

The calm and steady expression on his face is not at all like a six-year-old boy, but very similar to Shen Siyan's style, but he is only six years old, so he has to bear so much. Other children's childhood is fighting with their friends. Playing and laughing, she didn't want Zi'an's childhood to be spent in scars and tears, she didn't have the mood to hope that her son would become a success, she just hoped that Zi'an could spend his childhood happily, that would be the best .

"Zian..."

Shen Zian smiled, and replied: "Well, Mom, I have to become stronger so that I can protect you and Dad, and then I can protect your company, so that you don't have to work so hard every day." That way you can spend more time with me up.

He didn't say the last half of the sentence. Zian knew that the company was very important to them, and he couldn't make such unreasonable demands and cause trouble to his parents.

At night, Zi'an climbed into bed after taking a shower, and Lin Shuyan rubbed medicinal wine on his bruises. Zi'an Cheng didn't cry out that it hurts, but just frowned fiercely and held on.

After wiping off the medicinal wine, Zian was already sweating. He climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Lin Shuyan sat on the bed and looked at him, feeling increasingly depressed.

Too sensible, Zian is too sensible, she is afraid that such sensibleness will eventually overwhelm him.

When Zi'an fell asleep, Lin Shuyan kissed him on the forehead, tucked his feet in, and went out the door.

Lying in Shen Siyan's arms, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and woke up Shen Siyan.

"What's wrong? Insomnia?" Shen Siyan's confused voice sounded above her head, and his warm breath sprayed on her forehead.

"Woke you up?" Lin Shuyan lay flat, looking at the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers, feeling a little depressed, "I'm thinking about Zi'an."

Shen Siyan didn't intend to go to sleep anymore, he turned on the bedside lamp, and the dim warm light enveloped him, making his stern face much gentler.

Lin Shuyan crawled into his arms, thinking about Zi'an, her eyes were a little teary again, "I just think Zi'an's pressure is too great, he's only six years old, there's no need to learn so many things."

"I went to pick him up from Coach Mo today. I saw him striding forward, struggling to persevere. I also saw bruises all over his body, but he never told us that he was injured, and he never told us that he was injured. He has never complained to us, he is really too sensible, so sensible that I feel sorry for him. I think Zi'an is only six years old, so he doesn't need to learn such things, it will overwhelm him."

A wave appeared in Shen Siyan's deep eyes, and he patted her on the back comfortingly, "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, and I won't let Zian be overwhelmed."

"What?" Lin Shuyan raised her head, Shen Siyan suddenly kissed her lips and pressed down.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about these things, it's time to go to bed, and worry about what you can bear tonight?" Shen Siyan smiled charmingly, and got his hands into her pajamas.

Lin Shuyan's eyes widened, "Wait, wait a moment... um!"

Shen Siyan blocked her lips.

The next day, Zian was sent to school by the driver. When he arrived at the class, he found that the place for pudding was empty. He frowned.

Pudding comes early every time I go to school, why didn't I come today?

Shen Zian didn't see Pudding until the first class started. He frowned, and when he saw the teacher came in, he settled down and listened carefully.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Shen Zian knocked on the door of the class teacher's office, "Teacher, why didn't Pudding come to class today? Is he late?"

The head teacher took a look at him and said softly: "No, Pudding took a month off and won't come to class again this month."

"Has something happened to Pudding?" Zian asked worriedly.

"This is a matter of Pudding's family, and it's inconvenient for the teacher to tell Zi'an."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

When school was over in the evening, Bodyguard Li appeared at the school gate. He picked up Shen Zian's schoolbag and took him into the car.

Shen Zian lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Uncle Li, let's go to Pudding's house first."

"Okay, Master Zi'an."

Bodyguard Li turned the steering wheel, turned the car around, and the car squeezed into the traffic.

Zi'an quietly looked at the scenery outside the car window, feeling uneasy.