"Yesterday after you went out for something, I wanted to take the opportunity to go back.
The little girl likes puppies very much.
When she got bored, she said she wanted to follow me.
I was anxious to see my son, so I didn't pay attention.
But when I went back, I found my house Xiaohuan was locked in a room by that woman Xu Jiaojiao and was starving.
Now he had a high fever and fell into a coma, which delayed his return.
Time.
Me, I also know that I shouldn't take her away from here without permission.
After all, it's not safe outside.
I also know that it's wrong for me to do this.
But I still want to ask you to save my Xiaohuan first.
He is still young.
"If the fever continues, it will make you confused.
I feel bad for you," the female ghost explained pitifully, her tone full of sobs.
But Yan Xiangnuan didn't have much sympathy.
He watched her explain for a long time.
Although he could understand her, he couldn't sympathize with her.
"Sister Nuan."
The little resentful baby saw the female ghost crying pitifully, and looked at Yan Xiangnuan and then at the female ghost with some helplessness: "No, it's not fierce."
The little resentful baby pitifully flattered Yan Xiangnuan and said.
"Okay, don't be fierce."
Yan Xiangnuan's temper was about to explode, but the little girl softened it in an instant.
He had no choice but to soften and nod cooperatively.
"What's your name?"
Yan Xiangnuan calmed down his gloomy mood and then looked at the female ghost and asked.
"My name is Lin Shufen."
The female ghost replied immediately.
Sure enough, even her name matched her appearance and personality very well.
Yan Xiangnuan nodded, and then asked, "How do you want me to help your son?"
Chen Jiahuan was still a child and was abused in his own home.
Yan Xiangnuan couldn't interfere in other people's family affairs if he wanted to, not to mention, when they returned home Yan Xiangnuan had nothing to say when it came to disciplining his children.
In addition, Yan Xiangnuan had a very bad impression of Xu Jiaojiao, and if possible, she did not want to face a woman like Xu Jiaojiao again.
"Please call Xiaohuan's father, Chen Qingyuan, and ask him to go home and see the child."
Lin Shufen said after thinking for a long time.
She actually wanted Yan Xiangnuan to go home and take her son to the hospital directly, but she also knew very well that it was already difficult for her to ask the person in front of her to help meet her son Chen Jiahuan.
She was willing to agree to help when she clearly didn't like her. , she is already grateful, and there are many requests, so it’s okay not to mention them.
"Okay."
Although Yan Xiangnuan felt that it made no difference whether he made this call or not.
After all, if Chen Qingyuan really cared about his son, he would not ignore him so much and even let his mistress abuse his biological son.
Xu Jiaojiao dared to be so arrogant, which was probably due to the influence that Chen Qingyuan ignored.
Otherwise, if Xu Jiaojiao was given some courage, she might not dare to abuse Chen Jiahuan like this.
She was just a mistress.
It's a pity that most men nowadays can't handle it clearly, which makes those women become more and more unscrupulous.
After Yan Xiangnuan agreed to call, he turned on the TV and tuned to the cartoon channel.
Then he turned around and took his home landline phone to call Chen Qingyuan at the phone number Lin Shufen said.
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Toot toot The phone rang soon.
Because it was a private call, Chen Qingyuan answered it doubtfully even though he saw it was an unknown caller.
"Your son Chen Jiahuan has a high fever at home.
Please let him go home and take a look."
Yan Xiangnuan did not want to say more, and did not patiently explain to Chen Qingyuan who she was and how she knew the cause of the Chen family's high fever.
She directly He clearly explained the purpose of the call.
Whether Chen Qingyuan believed it or not was not something Yan Xiangnuan should worry about.
The reminder has been made.
If Chen Qingyuan doesn't believe that he harmed his own son, what's the use of Yan Xiangnuan, an outsider, worrying.
There are so many pitiful people in the world who deserve sympathy.
"How do you know who you are?"
Chen Qingyuanfeng asked in confusion.
But Yan Xiangnuan had no intention of asking Chen Qingyuan clearly.
When he heard his doubtful inquiry, he hung up the phone directly.
The female ghost Lin Shufen watched Yan Xiangnuan finish the phone call.
She was a little surprised by Yan Xiangnuan's crispness.
She seemed to want to say something, but the corners of her mouth twitched and she finally gave up the plan of persuasion.
On the other end of the phone, Chen Qingyuan was still busy in the company.
Although he was baffled by the call, he only had one son after all.
Although he was usually busy, he was still very precious, so he called the maid at home.
"Where's the wife?"
"My wife is out."
"Where is the young master?"
Chen Qingyuan asked.
"The young master had a tantrum with his wife this morning, and they are in the house."
The servant at home was a person hired by Lin Shufen before, and she was quite attentive to Chen Jiahuan.
However, Xu Jiaojiao confessed before going out that Chen Jiahuan was too temperamental to have breakfast, so the family No one can tolerate his young master's temper.
Anyone who dares to disobey the order and secretly deliver food to the young master will be good-looking, so no one among them dares to disobey Xu Jiaojiao's order.
"Go and have a look in his room."
Chen Qingyuan said with a frown.
"But" the servant at home was hesitant.
The threat when Xu Jiaojiao left in the morning was still ringing in her ears.
Who dares to go with the risk?
"Go if you are told.
I'm here with my wife."
Chen Qingyuan knew Xu Jiaojiao's temper to some extent, but he paid for the household servants' expenses, so his words were somewhat effective.
"Okay, let's go now."
The servant hung up the phone and immediately went to the young master's room to check, and immediately found Chen Jiahuan who was suffering from a high fever and was unconscious.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Qingyuan was still very uneasy.
When the servant at home called and said that the young master was indeed ill and had a high fever, Chen Qingyuan was suddenly enlightened and without hesitation dropped all his official duties and rushed to the hospital. .
On the way to the hospital, Chen Qingyuan also thought a lot.
When he first married Xu Jiaojiao, he had no choice but to agree because he was so annoyed by Xu Jiaojiao.
After his ex-wife passed away, he really needed a woman to take charge of the house, and his son was still young and needed someone to take care of him.
Although Xu Jiaojiao was a little She climbed up the dragon and attached herself to the phoenix, but her nature was not bad, so he married her.
But a few days ago, she took her son Chen Jiahuan out, and she was very angry when she came back.
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He didn't understand it at first.
When he learned the next day that a cooperation project that had been negotiated fell through, he knew that Xu Jiaojiao was probably He offended someone who couldn't be offended, so the other party became ruthless and wanted to punish the Chen Group.
He was so anxious that Xu Jiaojiao's explanation was quite innocent.
Although he was angry, he didn't pursue it further.
After all, maybe everything was just a coincidence, but he still asked someone to investigate what happened that day and found out that Xu Jiaojiao actually There was a conflict with people from the Yan Group.
He lost his temper and asked Xu Jiaojiao to come to apologize to them immediately.
Xu Jiaojiao was unwilling and explained that she knew the second lady of the Yan Group and that everything was a misunderstanding.
There was a way to explain the misunderstanding clearly and asked him not to worry.
And today she went out early in the morning to meet the second young lady of the Yan Group, but was what Xu Jiaojiao said true?
Should he let Xu Jiaojiao do whatever he wanted?
Chen Qingyuan suddenly began to reflect on himself
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