"Do you know how cold winters are in Os? Do you want me to be anxious to stop in such a hurry?"

Quan Shaocheng didn't expect to come back from handling the matter. As soon as he arrived at the hotel entrance, he heard from the security guard that Ninghuan was in the backyard of the hotel. He drove directly to the street in the backyard of the hotel. As soon as he got off the car, he saw this little woman dressed so thinly.

His heart was immediately thrust.

She had a miscarriage before and her health was not very good. She would suffer from illness after catching a cold.

How could he not worry?

Ninghuan looked at Quan Shaocheng in front of him and said with a smile to him: "Is that Quan Shao's fault? Who asked Quan Shao to leave me to deal with the matter? Look, I can't even take good care of myself."

"I'm already a mother of two children, can't I take good care of myself?"

Ninghuan shook her head, "I can't take good care of it, so Mr. Quan has to work harder to take care of me for the rest of his life."

"Marrying you is not just a matter of life, but I will take care of you in the next life and in the next life and even in life, huh?"

"Okay!" Ninghuan agreed without any hesitation. She reached out and hugged Quan Shaocheng's neck, "Before you want to take care of me for life, can you tell me what you are going to do?"

After Ninghuan finished speaking, she quickly let go of her slender hands that were hugging his neck, and then checked Quan Shaocheng up and down.

After confirming that he was not injured, Ninghuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's okay, but it's not injured.

"Let's talk about it later." Quan Shaocheng reached out and hugged Ninghuan, hugged Ninghuan and walked quickly towards the hotel.

"Wait a minute, this child!" Ninghuan was still thinking about the boy standing not far away.

The bodyguard stepped forward to Quan Shaocheng, bowed to Quan Shaocheng, and said, "Sir Quan, this child's mother has passed away. Should this child be sent to the welfare home?"

"No, I can't send it to the welfare home. I promised his mother to take good care of him." Ning Huan protested in Quan Shaocheng's arms.

Quan Shaocheng glanced at the boy standing on one side, trembling with coldness, and he frowned slightly and ordered: "Bring it in together."

"Yes." The bodyguard nodded quickly and then walked to the little boy. Just as the bodyguard was about to reach out to pick up the little boy, the boy was very resistant and punched and kicked the bodyguard.

"Bad guy, bad guy!" The boy threw himself to the woman and refused to leave no matter what.

When Ninghuan saw such a scene, she immediately had to go down from Quan Shaocheng's arms.

"I'll go, he is quite friendly to me, and he has always been very repulsive to bodyguards in black suits."

"Yes." Quan Shaocheng responded and put Ninghuan down.

Just as Ninghuan was about to step forward, Quan Shaocheng took off his black Niang coat and put it on Ninghuan.

"Snap the quick battle, I don't want you to be frozen."

"Yes, husband." After Ninghuan finished speaking, she quickly walked towards the little boy.

After seeing Ninghuan, Jing Chen reached out and held Ninghuan's hand in fear.

His little hands were as cold as Ning Huan, as if they were not as warm as it was.

"Can I call you Xiaochen?"

Jing Chen nodded.

"Don't be afraid, it's too cold outside. Can you and your aunt come in? It's also very cold for your mother to sleep here. Can you ask the uncles to send her mother in?"

Jing Chen looked at the woman on the ground, then at Ninghuan who was smiling in front of him. He nodded and stretched out his arms to Ninghuan.

After all, it is a four-year-old child, and it is the time to need care.

Ninghuan picked up Jing Chen with one hand.

Jing Chen and Yu Chen were about the same age as Yu Chen, but they were much lighter than Yu Chen when they hugged him.

Why is this kid so thin?

Ninghuan's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, hugged Jing Chen and walked towards Quan Shaocheng.

"Give me the child." How could Quan Shaocheng be willing to let Ninghuan hug?

The four-year-old child is quite important. She has thin arms and legs. How could he bear to let her hold her all the way?

"Xiao Chen doesn't know if he can accept you." Ning Huan was a little worried.

"He can." Quan Shaocheng looked at Jing Chen in front of him and said, "Come here, I'll carry you in."

Jing Chen was a little scared, but looking at Quan Shaocheng's majestic face, he still nodded in compromise.

Quan Shaocheng directly hugged Jing Chen in his arms.

Ninghuan didn't expect Jing Chen would agree.

"Get in quickly." Quan Shaocheng held Jing Chen with one hand and Ninghuan with the other and walked towards the hotel.

Several bodyguards immediately stayed to bury the deceased woman.

After entering the hotel, Jing Chen looked around.

"Uncle." Jing Chen carefully called Quan Shaocheng. He and Yu Chen had completely different temperaments. Yu Chen looked very much like Quan Shaocheng. He was domineering and cold at a young age, and he was like a villain. Sometimes he had a bit of a sarcastic tongue, but the child in front of him was so cautious in every move, as if he was afraid of something.

Ninghuan looked at it and felt bad. This is not what children of this age should have.

Quan Shaocheng looked at Jing Chen and said, "What do you want to ask?"

"There are no bad people here?" Jing Chen was a little scared and hugged Quan Shaocheng tightly.

Jing Chen looked very frightened, as if he had suffered some psychological harm.

"No." Quan Shaocheng replied.xdw8

"Uncle, I'm hungry." Jing Chen looked at Quan Shaocheng with some embarrassment, lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Quan Shaocheng looked at Jing Chen's careful appearance and chuckled: "I will have someone prepare food for you. What do you like to eat?"

Jing Chen looked at Quan Shaocheng happily, and suddenly he looked like a child.

"Okay, okay! Xiaochen is very obedient, Xiaochen is not picky about food."

Just a meal can make him so happy.

Ninghuan didn’t know what grievances Jing Chen had suffered.

"Xiaochen, what's your surname?" Ning Huan asked Jing Chen in Quan Shaocheng's arms.

"My last name is Qiao."

"Joe? Then who is your dad?"

Jing Chen shook his head, "Mom said I don't have a father, and my mother's surname is Qiao, and her name is Qiao."

How could it be that there is no dad... Without dad, so where did he come from?

Ninghuan didn't know what Jing Chen was, nor did she know what the deceased woman was. She reached out and touched the blood-stained purse in her pocket, and became even more confused.

After arriving at the presidential suite where they lived, Quan Shaocheng put Jing Chen down, and Jing Chen immediately looked around happily.

"Auntie, what is this?"

“This is a cup.”

"can I see?"

"Of course it can." Ning Huan walked to Jing Chen, picked up a cup and handed it to Jing Chen.

"Wow, the cup looks good! The cup is golden."

Because it is inlaid with gold, it must be mainly made of gold.
Chapter completed!