When Yu Yuehan came, Nian Xiaomu was still in bed, holding her phone tightly with both hands.
Like a drowning person, tightly grasping the last straw.
Hearing a knock on the door, like a spring, he stood up from bed in shock.
He ran to the door and opened the door in one breath.
Yu Yuehan's noble figure stood outside the door against the light.
He should be worried about her, and rushed all the way here, his stern face was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
Also on the tip of the nose.
With one hand propped against the wall, the hand still maintains the posture of knocking on the door.
Forgot to ring the doorbell.
Seeing Nian Xiaomu trembling all over, he stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms.
His big hand stroked her head, up and down, to make sure she was fine, and the panic in his eyes narrowed.
He let out a soft breath.
From hearing her crying "Mogan is my father", he drove all the way here, afraid that something might happen to her.
Yu Yuehan hugged the person in his arms tightly, and didn't rush to ask anything.
Standing at the door, gently rubbing her head like coaxing a child.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
His deep voice has a unique magnetism.
The tense and fearful mood can be relieved in an instant.
After realizing that Nian Xiaomu's emotions had calmed down, he took her into the room.
The living room, where the windows have not been opened for a long time, is a bit stuffy.
Yu Yuehan pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing the sunlight to pour in from the outside, illuminating the darkness of the room.
Then he walked to the sofa, squatted down, and looked at Nian Xiaomu at the same level.
"Are you better? Can you talk properly?"
"Yes." Nian Xiaomu nodded obediently.
Just as he was about to say something, Yu Yuehan suddenly opened his lips, "Let me say something first, no matter what happens in the future, don't scare me like I did just now."
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
Yu Yuehan met her dull eyes, took her hand, and pressed on his chest.
The heartbeat under the palm is strong.
Yu Yuehan: "Did you feel it? I thought something happened to you, and my heart was so scared that it jumped out of my throat."
His half-serious, half-joking tone was a little funny.
Nian Xiaomu was immediately amused by him.
"coward."
"Well, I'm a coward. Whenever you have something to do, I'm afraid of everything, so for me, a coward, you must not have anything to do. Do you hear me?" Seeing her, Yu Yuehan finally smiled and opened his lips domineeringly.
Nian Xiaomu didn't speak, but she threw herself into his arms.
He hugged his neck tightly.
People also went from panic to calmness a little bit.
Organize your language and tell him what happened to you just now.
"I accidentally broke Bengbeng's toner, and then in my mind, I suddenly heard some voices and saw some people..."
"Is it Mogan?" Yu Yuehan's thin lips parted slightly.
"Yeah." Nian Xiaomu nodded affirmatively.
"Do you still remember the Xing family's old house? I saw the place where I lived for many years, and I clearly remember that the people who sent me there were my parents. Just came to see me, and then they came too!"
Nian Xiaomu became a little agitated.
He firmly grasped Yu Yuehan's arm.
"I am not an orphan abandoned by my parents, nor a broom star. I was just fostered in Xing's family. My parents would visit me every once in a while and bring me a lot of things, including toys and delicious food. , and my favorite drawing paper!"