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Chapter 892 - Chapter 889 had a sense of crisis

Xia Jinqi suddenly had a sense of crisis.

When they arrived at the dining room, the servants had already prepared breakfast.

It was both western and Chinese, and it was very nutritious.

These were all orders from Yan Jun. he asked the chef to make more varieties in different ways so that Xia Jinqi's appetite would be better and she could eat more.

After giving birth, she had not gained any weight, which made Yan Jun very concerned.

Xia Jinqi was placed on the chair by Yan Jun. when she saw so much delicious food, her appetite immediately increased. After all, after the fierce battle last night, our reserves had been emptied.

Yan Jun personally scooped porridge for her and added, "to replenish your strength. "

When the surrounding servants heard this, they couldn't help but cover their faces and snicker.

Xia Jinqi felt her head explode. She really wanted to throw the man beside her out!

However, even though she thought about it, she really didn't have much strength left. She could only drink the porridge bowl that he passed to her.

Halfway through eating, the nanny carried Xiao Yuhan down.

"Young Master has woken up and has been crying. I can't pacify him. " The nanny was so anxious that her forehead was covered in sweat. No matter how she tried to pacify him, she couldn't do it. She could only come to Xia Jinqi for help.

"Let me take a look. " Xia Jinqi stretched out her hand towards Xiao Yuhan. The nanny immediately placed the child into her arms.

"Sob, SOB, SOB... " the little guy was still moaning. There were still traces of tears on his long eyelashes. It could be seen how sad he had been crying just now.

Xia Jinqi's heart ached. She helped him wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and coaxed gently, "what's wrong? Be Good, don't cry. Do you want to eat with mommy? "

Xiao Yuhan pursed his lips. As expected, he didn't cry anymore. He just sobbed and lay in Mommy's arms. He felt wronged.

Seeing this, Yan Jun frowned slightly. He looked at the nanny with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. "What happened? "

It was rare for Yu Han to cry like this. Moreover, he was still his son after all. Yan Jun was an extremely protective person, so his tone was naturally not good.

When the nanny heard this, cold sweat dripped down her back. Her voice trembled. "Young Master, I don't know what happened to young master. Little Miss is sleeping well. Young master has been crying ever since he woke up... "

Xia Jinqi touched Yu Han's forehead and found that his body temperature was normal. Moreover, he didn't cry anymore. It seemed that he was fine, so she said, "you can go down first. I'll take him. "

The nanny felt as if she had been pardoned. She didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off her forehead. She quickly turned around and left, afraid that Yan Jun's anger would burn her... ...

Seeing the nanny running away, Xia Jinqi looked at Yan Jun with a smile. "You scared her. Yu Han is fine. He doesn't cry anymore. "

Yan Jun frowned. He took Yu Han's round body from Xia Jinqi's arms and checked it carefully. After making sure that there was nothing wrong, he relaxed his brows.

Xia Jinqi was about to say something, but she heard him speak in a deep voice. He ordered the servant behind him, "call the doctor over. "

"Yes, young master. " The Servant replied and left.

Xia Jinqi, however, had a helpless look on her face. "You're too nervous. How can a child not cry and make a scene? "

As she spoke, she dipped a spoon into a little porridge and brought it to Yu Han's mouth.

Yu Han opened his mouth without thinking and took a sip of the porridge. He smacked his lips and stared at Xia Jinqi's spoon, as if thinking about what it was. Why did it taste different from the usual milk?

Yan Jun skillfully extended his finger to wipe away the remaining saliva on Yu Han's mouth. His tone was serious as he said, "I'll be relieved after I check it. "

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