He had a bandage on his forehead, blocking his much vision.

The eyelashes trembled, and the dispersed eyes slowly focused.

"Brother Xingchen..." The little sweetheart shouted softly, his eyes clear and moist, like a little lamb.

Xiao Xingchen reacted.

He turned his head and first saw Bo Qingyun, Xia Wanxin standing with him.

Finally, the little sweetheart, who was half short, fell off.

His handsome little face was a little pale at this moment, and he pulled up his lips: "Brother is fine."

The little sweetheart is about to cry again.

My brother suffered such severe injuries for her, but when he woke up, he smiled at her.

She burped her eyes, her eyes were red, her hands raised and approached her, and she carefully touched the bandage on his head: "Brother doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

"Yes." Xiao Xingchen moved his fingers and found that he was free to move.

He then held her hand and chuckled: "I don't hurt."

After saying that, he thought to Bo Qingyun and Xia Wan: "I really don't hurt."

He was afraid at first, but he couldn't let his sister be taken away.

Later, in that big ship, he was no longer afraid after seeing Xia Wanxin.

She walked over so resolutely. Even though she said those words, he knew that it was not true, because the heartache hidden in her heart was about to overflow.

Later, the bad guy threw him away, and she flew over and put it under him.

The delicate and beautiful woman's face was the last scene he saw before she fell into a coma.

So he didn't feel any pain at all.

Xia Wan's heart and nose are sore, and her heart is sore and her mouth is soaring.

It would rather he say it hurt than being so sensible and comforting them.

He reached out to caress his forehead and gently stroked Bo Qingyun was still there. She couldn't do anything too much, so she could only say warmly: "Xingchen is the bravest baby I have ever seen. When you get better, you can tell me anything you want."

Xiao Xingchen blinked his eyes, without refusing, his voice rustled, and he smiled slowly, "Then I want to think about it slowly."

Xia Wanxin almost burst into tears: "Okay."

They tacitly hid the truth that Xiao Xingchen had received for Xiao Xiangxin.

If it weren't for Bo Qingyun, it would be there.

Xia Wanxin really wants to hug him.

Bo Qingyun listened to the conversation and could feel Xia Wanxin's emotions a little excited, and his concern for Xiao Xingchen made him look sideways.

It also made a fleeting complexity flash across his always indifferent face.

Xia Wanxin chatted with Xiao Xingchen for a while, then took the initiative to go out and leave the space for the father and son.

The door was closed, and Bo Qingyun sat down beside the bed.

He looked at his son's face that looked like him.

After a while, thin lips had to speak: "Dad didn't protect you."

He is a very proud and unrestrained man, enough to make the entire mall look down on him.

But at this moment, he bent his head, and the face of this man who had always been calm was filled with guilt and heartache.

Hold your hands tightly, and the veins on the back of your hands surged.

Almost a little bit, he really lost him.

Xiao Xingchen flattened his mouth and his calm little face in front of Xia Wanxin, suddenly had the urge to cry.

He snorted and choked up: "Dad, I'm so scared..."

Bo Qingyun's eyes were even more painful, and she could only hold his little hand tightly: "Only this time, Dad will never let you be in danger."

The water vapor in Xiao Xingchen's eyes gradually went down, sobbed, and nodded.

He muttered, "It's not your fault, it's the bad guy that's too bad."
Chapter completed!