Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Little An Jingshen had taken a bath, changed into clean and comfortable new clothes, and fell asleep on the small bed that his father had prepared specially for him.

Seeing his son's face sleeping soundly, Mu Fucheng's tense heart finally settled down.

Chen Zheng followed behind him and whispered:

"Except for peeing, I've been watching over the young master all the time, so you can rest assured, Master."

Mu Fucheng: "Nothing can happen to this child again. Nan Sheng won't be able to bear it."

Chen Zheng nodded. "I understand. I had the walls around the courtyard raised by two meters and installed two layers of electric fences. Not even a fly can get in, let alone a person. You haven't slept well for several nights, so go to bed early."

Mu Fucheng went to the cloakroom and got a clean shirt to change into:

"Let me make a video first."

He smoothed his hair, looked in the mirror, and found that his face looked pale.

Chen Zheng understood what he meant and said with a smile:

"Master, the phone can be adjusted with filters, so the lady can't see it."

Mu Fucheng immediately handed over the phone: "Turn it up for me."

Chen Zheng usually likes to show off and take selfies when he has nothing to do. He knows the functions of his mobile phone very well and he easily adjusted a suitable filter for Mu Fucheng.

Mu Fucheng took a look and said with disdain: "Her lips are so red?"

Chen Zheng: "It's not red. This color makes you look better. The lady will definitely not notice that you are injured."

Mu Fucheng frowned, always feeling that the person on the phone looked like a gigolo.

The video is connected.

Mu Fucheng pointed the phone at himself and the crib, his voice a little low:

"Nannan, my son is back with me."

In the video, An Nansheng was covering her mouth with tears streaming down her face.

The child was sleeping and she didn't dare cry out loud.

Mu Fucheng zoomed in the camera and let her look at the child's face carefully.

An Nansheng looked at his son in the video greedily, and his heart finally relaxed, but guilt surged over him.

Mu Fucheng took his cell phone to the study, and the voice became a little louder.

"Don't cry."

"My son is fine. He's been checked. He had pneumonia before, but he's almost recovered. He just caught a slight cold and will be fine in two days."

"Don't worry, I have a nanny hired at a high price, and there are special people to take care of the baby."

An Nansheng nodded, still feeling extremely guilty.

No mother could bear to see her child being forced to go so far away at such a young age.

Seeing her crying, Mu Fucheng felt sad too.

"Don't cry, Doyle is dead, no one can threaten you anymore."

An Nansheng was stunned. "Dead?"

Mu Fucheng did not hide it from her: "I fired the gun myself. He died completely."

An Nansheng's tearful eyes were filled with surprise:

"Finally dead, does that mean I won't be a threat to you anymore?"

"Are you hurt?"

Mu Fucheng remained calm and said, "I'm fine. It's just that I have to stay here for a while, so I can't go back with my son right away."

An Nansheng immediately said:

"Don't make any trouble yet. I'm relieved that my son is with you."

Mu Fucheng agreed with her: "Yes, that's what I mean. My son is too young to travel frequently. Let's wait until the New Year."

An Nansheng let out a long sigh: "Okay, wait until the New Year."

Mu Fucheng's eyes were filled with tenderness: "Is my little princess well behaved?"

An Nansheng took her cell phone and went to the bedroom, letting Mu Fucheng see her daughter.

The little princess was also sleeping, her face was pink and tender, and it melted everyone's heart.

"My daughter looks like you and my son looks like me. You are my priceless treasures," said Mu Fucheng.