Crying, the crispy boss tore up the plot again

Shang Yunxiao took more than twice as long as usual to wash up, but this "calmness" only lasted less than a minute.

On the way back to the bedroom, I was still feeling conflicted and anxious, feeling like I was taking advantage of someone in distress, but when he arrived at the door, I instantly stopped thinking about anything else.

The bedroom door was not closed. Only the night light beside the bed was on. On the bed, the boy who should have been waiting for him had fallen asleep because he had waited too long.

But at this time, the boy's condition was obviously not good. He didn't know what he was dreaming about, and he was mumbling something anxiously.

Shang Yunxiao only vaguely heard words like "Mom and Dad".

Without time to think about it, I strode to the bed. The ripples in my heart had long disappeared, leaving only anxiety.

The young man in the nightmare was sweating profusely and trembling slightly with anxiety. His rosy lips had lost their color and were still trembling slightly as he spoke.

Shang Yunxiao bent down and moved closer.

"Mom and Dad, it's not me. I didn't do it. Please believe me..."

After hearing it clearly, I was filled with pity. What on earth had this little master, who should have been spoiled, experienced in the past few months?

He lifted the quilt and carefully pulled the boy into his arms, gently patting his back to comfort him.

"I believe in you, Achi, don't be sad. I will always believe in you. You are the best. Don't be sad for someone who is not worth it."

Perhaps his comfort worked, and the boy gradually calmed down.

Shang Yunxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the ripples in his heart completely disappeared.

In this way, Shang Yunxiao slept with Bai Chi in his arms all night. To be more precise, he stayed with her all night and hardly got any sleep.

His biological clock makes him wake up on time at six in the morning. In the past, he would definitely go downstairs for a run, then have breakfast downstairs, then go home to pack up and go to work at the hospital.

But you don't need to rush because you can rest this morning.

For the first time, Shang Yunxiao did not get out of bed immediately after waking up. Instead, he looked at the boy in his arms. The boy’s sleeping face was peaceful. All the uneasiness from last night seemed to have been soothed, and Shang Yunxiao felt relieved.

He carefully pulled his arm free, tiptoed out of bed, and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook some porridge. But just as he was about to leave, he felt as if someone was pulling at the corner of his clothes.

When he turned around, he saw the cute little master curled up in the quilt, staring at him with his big eyes, hiding a bit of vulnerability.

A hand stretched out from under the quilt and grabbed the corner of his clothes with just two fingers, with almost no strength. Shang Yunxiao didn't even need to use any strength. He could just walk forward and pull it off.

But Shang Yunxiao felt it and stopped.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He bent down naturally and touched Bai Chi's forehead with the back of his hand. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

In Shang Yunxiao's heart, the young master is a porcelain doll who is too well protected and will catch a fever or a cold if he is not careful.

I used to think that the Su family’s attitude towards the young master was weird, but I didn’t think much about it. Now I know the reason.

Bai Chi shook his head, and his fluffy hair moved with it. His furry, fair smiling face was half hidden in the quilt, and his big, bright eyes made him look like a timid little rabbit.

"Doctor Shang, where are you going?"

The sound is also soft and sticky.

"I'm going to make breakfast. Ah Chi, take a rest for a while. I'll call you when I'm done."

The young man nodded obediently, let go of the hand that was pinching the corner of Dr. Shang's clothes, and retreated back into the quilt.

Doctor Shang couldn't help himself and reached out to pinch the boy's cheek.

It was smooth and tender, and felt just as good as he imagined.

But facing the boy's surprised eyes, Dr. Shang coughed lightly.

"I, I'm going to cook."

Then he ran away, not noticing the sly smile on the boy's face when he turned around.

Xiao Hei, who had come out of the small dark room a long time ago and had been watching the whole night, was shocked.

"Oh my god, Master, have you changed your mind?"