Chapter 1643: Illness of side dishes (7)

Chu Cuiyi reached out and touched his little face. The baby was white and tender. Because of his illness, the little face also waxed yellow.
In fact, when Xiao Cai Bao and Xiao Dou Bao were just born, he admitted that he was partial, because he only cared about Xiao Dou Bao at that time.
Obviously, he was the elder brother, the one who came out first.
After they fell asleep, Chu Muyi got up and went out.
Qiao Bei is still on duty at this moment. Chu Cuiyi has not looked for him for three years, because his mental illness has long been cured.
Therefore, Qiao Bei expressed shock at the appearance of Chu Muyi.
Qiao Bei asked him to sit down and poured water for him. "I thought I would never accept you as a patient in my life."
"My son." Chu Muyi said straightly.
Qiao Bei froze, thinking about the three little dolls in his family, and put the cup in front of him. "Your son?" He remembered that Chu Cuiyi's sons, one was four years old, and one was two years old. Psychologist.
Chu Cuiyi stretched out his hands and squeezed his forehead. "I just knew that my youngest son, by nature, doesn't trust anyone, even his mummy, because of his deliberate dealings later, began to trust."
Unbelievable gradually emerged on Qiao Bei's face, "He is only two years old. Most of this paranoid-like disease is only to protect himself subconsciously when he is hurt. Don't believe anyone, but your son— — "
The little prince of the Chu family is naturally the best taken care of, and no one will hurt him. How could he get such a strange illness?
"I want to know too." Chu Cuiyi laughed at himself, "Isn't this kind of disease born?"
"Um--" Qiao Bei stunned for a moment before he said, "No, it's just exceptional. It's a natural over-protection that I haven't seen before."
"So?"
"Mudy wings, this is different from you. You were irritated at that time, that ’s why you had that mental illness. Your son is born. I do n’t rule out the possibility of heredity, but I may tell you after I talk to him. You. "Qiao Bei said seriously.
"Genetic?"
"You have to know that in the years you returned from the army, you did not believe anyone except An Fengyang, and even you believed in Shui'anluo, you have also struggled, so I do not rule out that your son inherited yours. — Mental illness.
Qiao Bei said more and more seriously.
Chu Muyi leaned on the back of the chair and looked up at the ceiling.
"Everything will wait until I have seen the children. This situation is light and serious, but it will not be life-threatening." Qiao Bei said, patted on the shoulders of Chu Qiyi.
Chu Cuiyi felt ridiculous. He was a mental patient. He thought he was okay, but did not expect it to be passed on to his son.
He has always neglected to love his son.
Chu Cuiyi returned to the ward, and Xiao Caibao woke up. After seeing him, he was buried in Shui Anluo's arms.
Chu Cuiyi reached out and touched his little head. It wasn't hot, and he felt relieved.
Xiao Caibao looked at him with big eyes, with precaution.
Beware. Before, he just felt that his son was still young and didn't understand anything, but now he looked at his son's eyes, really, he was worried.
The side dish was going to be stink, but Mummy was sleeping, his little face flushed and he didn't open his mouth, until Chu Cuiyi smelled a weird smell, and hurry up holding him.