Song Zhinian knew everything in his heart.

　　But couldn’t express it, so he could only use this method to vent his anxiety and restlessness.

　　A circle of thin teeth marks suddenly appeared on the white and tender arm of the little boy, with a little bit of thin red and crystal saliva.

　　It was the exclusive mark of Song Zhinian.

　　The guilty boy lowered his eyes, his thick long eyelashes trembled as if frightened, and his light pink lips were tightly pursed.

　　He looked aggrieved.

　　Suddenly, the baby’s fair and tender face fell, and he raised his round, crystal clear eyes with tears in his eyes and pleaded pitifully, “Brother Zhizhi, baby is afraid of pain, please don’t eat baby, okay.”

　　[Wuuuu, good baby, come to auntie’s arms (open arms) and let auntie comfort the poor baby (beautiful woman crying)]

　　[Zhizhi, has this child been so yandere since he was young (covering mouth and crying) How can the little white rabbit be targeted by a yandere (covering mouth and crying) (hissing hissing)]

　　As soon as the little baby cried, Song Zhinian’s pupils, which were filled with dark emotions, froze suddenly, and he became inexplicably panicked.

　　The little boy wiped away the tears that he couldn’t stop with his little hands, and looked at him pleadingly with a pair of tearful round eyes, “If baby is eaten, daddy will definitely be sad.”

　　”Baby can’t bear to leave daddy, wuwu…can’t bear to leave daddy.”

　　Song Zhinian suddenly became a little flustered, and stammered to explain, “I’m not really going to eat you.”

　　He began to talk nonsense and explained seriously, “I’ll eat you gently, okay?”

　　The little boy’s face fell, and he cried even louder, “Brother Zhizhi wants to eat baby…”

　　The three-year-old boy couldn’t figure it out. He just went to find Father Jiang, and he didn’t break the rules of heaven. Why did Brother Zhizhi want to eat him anyway?

　　Hearing the crying, Song Cheng and Wen Tian hurried over.

　　Song Cheng immediately hugged Song Zhinian, “Zhizhi, are you okay?”

　　Song Cheng checked nervously. Song Zhinian’s fingers were slightly spasmodic and his eyes were distracted, which were obviously symptoms of the disease.

　　Song Cheng looked at the little boy with a little dissatisfaction, “Xiaoguai, did you say anything to brother Zhizhi?”

　　He looked like he was going to ask for an explanation.

　　Wen Tian blurted out, “Can’t Brother Cheng see that it’s Xiaoguai who’s crying?”

　　[Damn, I can smell the smell of gunpowder through the screen! (panic)]

　　[Brother Cheng is overprotective of Zhizhi (sigh) I said he doesn’t really like my wife, he just likes my wife to make Zhizhi’s condition better (sigh)]

　　Wen Tian was also very dissatisfied, bent his knees and half-knelt down to wipe the tears of the little boy, and asked in a gentle voice, “Baby, don’t be afraid, tell daddy what’s going on, okay?”

　　The little boy sobbed sadly, raised his chubby little arms, and said aggrievedly, “Brother Zhizhi wants to eat baby.”

　　The teeth marks were still clearly visible on the white and tender skin.

　　Song Cheng choked up and said to Song Zhinian, “Zhizhi, you scared your brother.”

　　Song Zhinian didn’t say anything, his dark eyes stared at the little boy whose face was wet from crying.

　　He could feel that he was a little out of control.

　　After the fake baby left and the beloved baby was found, vigilance, anxiety and ecstasy collided with his heart at the same time, making him feel as if he was drowning.

　　Song Zhinian knew that he was ill, but he could not control his words and actions when he was ill.

　　Song Zhinian was speechless, but the arc of his chest was getting bigger and bigger, and his breathing gradually became lower and heavier.

　　”Zhizhi?” Song Cheng hurriedly hugged him, “Zhizhi, calm down.”

　　Song Cheng wanted to take out the medicine bottle from his pocket with one hand, but accidentally dropped the medicine bottle to the ground.

　　He didn’t dare to let go of Song Zhinian, so he had to stretch his arm with difficulty to pick up the medicine bottle that rolled away.

　　But he tried for a long time, but he couldn’t reach it. When his fingertips touched the medicine bottle, the medicine bottle rolled further.

　　The high-ranking actor looked particularly embarrassed and helpless at this moment.

　　Song Cheng himself began to breathe rapidly, his Adam’s apple rolled, and something was wrong.

　　But at this moment, a slender white hand appeared from the edge of his vision and helped him pick up the medicine bottle.

　　Song Cheng’s eyes followed the medicine bottle upwards and finally landed on Wen Tian’s soft and beautiful face.

　　Wen Tian glanced at the bottle without any label and whispered, “Is it a tranquilizer?”

　　Song Cheng stared at him straight in the eyes and said after a long time, “Yeah.”

　　”How can a child always take this?” Wen Tian returned the medicine bottle to Song Cheng.

　　His fingers were still a little cold, and his fingers were thin, with a magical power to soothe anxiety like lemon sparkling water. His fingers accidentally rubbed against Song Cheng’s palm, strangely calming Song Cheng down.

　　”Zhizhi,” Wen Tian squatted down and frowned at him, “You don’t really want to scare Xiaoguai to tears, right.”

　　Song Cheng clenched the medicine bottle and stared at Song Zhinian’s condition with a little nervousness.

　　Song Zhinian’s dark eyes looked at Wen Tian out of focus, unable to speak.

　　Wen Tian took his hand and put it on his face, “You don’t have to say anything, uncle knows you are a good child.”

　　Song Zhinian breathed quickly and nodded stiffly.

　　”Well, then why did you eat Xiaoguai?” Wen Tian smiled, “Is it because you are afraid of being separated from Xiaoguai?”

　　Wen Tian’s voice was like a gurgling stream, guiding Song Zhinian’s emotions to vent in a gentle and calm way.

　　Song Zhinian’s eyes slowly narrowed and fell firmly on Wen Tian’s calm and soft eyes.

　　”…Yes,” he grabbed Wen Tian’s arm tightly and said with a breath, “Xiaoguai, you can’t leave me.”

　　Wen Tian really felt sorry for Song Zhinian.

　　He had seen many such children.

　　The souls that were sinking in the darkness thought that seeing a ray of light was salvation.

　　Sometimes that ray of light was a person, sometimes it was a kitten, and sometimes it was a flower or a blade of grass.

　　He had seen those who found sustenance and slowly got better, and he had also seen those who were dissatisfied and destroyed the other party.

　　Obviously, Song Zhinian had the tendency to develop in the latter direction.

　　Wen Tian took a deep breath and said with a smile, “But Xiaoguai likes you too.”

　　”As long as you don’t hurt Xiaoguai, how could he leave you?”

　　Song Zhinian frowned, his dark eyes full of confusion.

　　Wen Tian continued, “Xiaoguai is very timid. Even if I scare him, he will hide under the sofa and won’t come out.”

Wen Tian asked Song Zhinian slowly, “Do you want to scare him and make him hide under the sofa in fear?”

　　Song Zhinian blurted out, “Of course not!”

　　Wen Tian rubbed his head, “That’s right, you like Xiaoguai, and Xiaoguai also likes you and can’t bear to leave you, so you can’t do anything to hurt him, otherwise he will hide in fear and you won’t be able to find him.”

　　Song Zhinian blinked his eyes, and his rapid breathing slowly calmed down.

　　He looked deeply at Wen Tian, ​​and then raised his eyes to look at the little cub standing not far away and observing carefully.

　　The little cub’s eyes and nose were red from crying, and his face was full of wet tear marks.

　　His long eyelashes were wet, and his glass-like eyes observed him timidly, looking extremely pitiful.

　　Song Zhinian realized as never before that he had scared his beloved little baby.

　　Song Zhinian’s eyelids blinked rapidly, like a little robot that had been restarted. He pondered for a moment, broke away from Wen Tian’s arms, and ran eagerly to the little cub who was looking at him eagerly.

　　”Xiaoguai, I won’t eat you anymore,” Song Zhinian thought for a while and said, “If you leave me in the future, I… I will…”

　　The six-year-old Song Zhinian racked his brains and came up with a more terrible threat: “I won’t give you delicious food.”

　　The little boy opened his eyes wide.

　　”I will eat them all,” Song Zhinian was very satisfied with his new idea and continued, “Eat them in front of you, so that you will be sad and never dare to leave me again.”

　　The three-year-old little boy thought about the scene – it was really sad.

　　”Well,” the little boy stretched out his little hand, with a little nasal tone, and said softly, “Brother Zhizhi eats delicious food, don’t eat Xiaoguai.”

　　Song Zhinian nodded carefully, grabbed a handful of snacks like a magic trick, and stuffed them all into the small pocket on the little boy’s pants. The little boy’s pants were bulging, and Song Zhinian asked with shining eyes, “Besides me, is there anyone who will give you so many snacks?”

　　The little boy thought about it.

　　Although Father Jiang would also give him a lot of delicious food, overall, Brother Zhizhi still gave more.

　　The little cub shook his head honestly.

　　Song Zhinian was happy, “Then you have to remember that brother Zhizhi is the best in the world.”

　　The little cub thought about it and argued softly, “Daddy is the best.”

　　Song Zhinian thought of Wen Tian and decisively gave up “best” and continued to persuade, “Then besides daddy, brother Zhizhi is the best, right?”

　　The little cub nodded with his furry head, “Yes.”

　　Song Zhinian happily held the cub’s hand and reconciled.

　　[Ahhhh so cute, dear baby, come and let auntie kiss you, oooooooooooooo]

　　[Is the world of children so interesting? ? Both babies are so cute (grin) (grin)]

　　[My wife is also very cute (heart-shaped eyes) My nose was sore when my wife patiently coaxed Zhizhi (wiping tears) My wife is really really good at healing (heart-shaped eyes)]

　　[Healing and wife (shashasha)]

　　This is the first time that Song Zhinian got better without taking medicine.

　　Song Cheng was surprised and stared at Wen Tian deeply. He felt that his anxiety, which was about to be suppressed, slowly calmed down in Wen Tian’s soft voice.

　　At this moment, in addition to the desire to make Song Zhinian better, he also had a kind of throbbing that he himself did not understand.

　　Wen Tian looked at the two children who had reconciled, stood up and stood beside Song Cheng, and said with a smile, “It is still necessary to focus on psychological counseling. Tranquilizers are not good for the body.”

　　Song Cheng paused and said, “Yeah.”

　　”Zhizhi’s situation,” Wen Tian hesitated for a moment and asked in a gentler way, “Is it related to the absence of her mother?”

　　Song Cheng’s eyes suddenly showed deep doubts, “Mom?”

　　”Yes,” Wen Tian pursed his lips, “I’m sorry, Brother Cheng, isn’t this question too private…”

　　Before Wen Tian finished speaking, a strange glimmer flashed across Song Cheng’s dark eyes.

　　He asked back in confusion, “Zhizhi’s mother?”

　　”Who is it?”