Chapter 770: Good, I'm here

Qiao Mu's mouth was aggrieved, "I just wanted to say, I'm hungry."
As if torturing him deliberately, as soon as the voice fell, tears flashed in his big eyes again.
Li Yan only felt that his head hurts. When did this little guy like to cry so much?
When she used to be sad and wanted her to cry to him, she refused to pretend to be strong, but now it's better!
It is said that women are made of water, and it is true. Her tears are really endless. Come when you say it, and stop when you say it.
She thought she was a faucet!
Li Yan helplessly pulled her up from the chair, then sat down by herself, pressed her on his lap, and pressed her face to his chest. The little woman consciously rubbed his clothes twice. , Wipe clean the tears that have not had time to fall out.
His clothes were stained dirty with her tears.
Originally, I went to the airport to pick her up today. She put on a simple makeup, and her tears smudged all the mascara she applied, and now it was dyed on Li Yan's shirt.
Fortunately, the man wore a black shirt, which concealed her crime a bit.
A man's voice sounded above his head, "Don't cry, are you a two-year-old kid, you know crying when you are hungry, am I not giving you food?"
Hearing his unkind words, Qiao Mu's stubbornness came up, raised his head, and continued to show him tears.
I don't know what's wrong, she never likes to cry. When she was bullied by Qiao Ya before, she couldn't restrain herself, so she hid and shed two tears silently.
She never shed tears in front of others, except in front of this man, in front of him, all the emotions did not want to cover up.
At this time, her mood was abnormally fragile, and she wanted to cry.
Helpless, Li Yan pressed her little face to her chest again. This little thing deliberately wanted to make him feel bad.
Qiao Mu pressed his face to Li Yan's chest sullenly, and said innocently, "Uncle, did you stick my face to your part to make me breastfeed? Do you still have this function?"
Li Yan:...
While Qiaomu spoke, he still stuck out his tongue.
That way, it's like a child sucking milk.
Li Yan's body stiffened, and looked down at her, expressionlessly unable to see any emotions, but the low and hoarse voice revealed his unnaturalness, "So, in fact, you are not hungry, but I didn't. Feed you?"
Qiaomu blinked his eyes pitifully, "I'm just hungry."
Finally, Li Yan called for takeaways and filled Qiaomu's stomach before Qiaomu was refreshed and returned to normal.
Qiaomu was full and tired from crying, and finally fell asleep on the sofa in Li Yan's office.
Li Yan glanced at the sofa from time to time while lowering his head to work. The little guy's eyes were still red, which made people feel distressed.
He put down his work, got up and walked to Qiao Mu, squatted down, staring at the little woman's face.
She didn't seem to be sleeping well, her brows were slightly twisted, and she seemed to have a bad dream.
He raised his hand to smooth her eyebrows, then the little woman grunted and muttered vaguely: "Mom..."
Li Yan's heart tightened, his eyes darkened, his heart seemed to be scratched by a knife, the pain was not obvious, but it made him very uncomfortable.
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly, "Hey, I'm here."
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