Chapter 230: Super cute baby, I'm Shi Feiyan's son 14
"Please send us to No. xx of xxx villa group." After Shi Feiyan sat down firmly, he pressed Xinhan on his shoulder and gently comforted him a few times, and then he said his words to Lei crack.
"Go to No. xx of xxx villa group."
Lei Li winked at the driver, who immediately turned the car around, and a row of cars, like black clouds looming over the city, all rushed towards No. xx of the xxx villa group.
My cousin is still taking care of her cousin's husband in the hospital, and there is no one at home, so they are locked up.
It's easy to open the lock. The reason why Shi Feiyan came to his cousin's house was because there were a lot of photos and videos of his son there.[
The list was almost like a big sweep, sweeping away all the photos and videos about the little one. They packed them all away like a robber and put them in the car. Then, he came to the window of the car where Shi Feiyan was and knocked on the door.
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The car window slowly opened.
Shanzi immediately said excitedly: "Boss, the young master's photo, you"
Xinhan looked at Shanzi holding a photo frame in his hand, and rushed over to ask Shanzi's brother for it, but Shi Feiyan held Xinhan down expressionlessly, raised his eyes slightly and said to Shanzi, "Keep it carefully."
Then, the car window slowly closed again.
Shanzi touched his head and suddenly felt a little puzzled. Didn't the boss always want to see what the little one looked like? Why did he seem to shrink back at the critical moment and not even take a look?
Unable to figure it out, he quickly ran to a car behind him, and then a squadron of cars started driving again.
Shan Zi's guess was correct. Shi Feiyan, the dignified leader of the underworld, actually flinched at this moment. He felt itchy but did not dare to take a look. He was afraid that his cold eyes at this moment would spoil his son, even if it was just a photo.
That kind of soft fatherly love made his whole heart soften.
His face was obviously expressionless, but his heart was as soft as a warm tide. Even the palms under his sleeves turned into fists, and he squeezed them tightly before he dared to breathe lightly.
He remembered that the only child he had ever held was his infant sister. At that time, he always felt that her sister was so small, soft and fragile, as if she would break with the slightest touch.
Xinhan pursed her lips. Deep down in her heart, she complained a little. She wanted to see the photo of her son, but the man next to her actually closed the car window.
She couldn't understand Shi Feiyan's indescribable mood at this moment.
I couldn't help but protest softly: "I want to see what the little one looks like now."