Chapter 1289 Aren’t You Afraid of Corrupting a Child Like Me?

Bai Youran shook her head and said, "I don't know. I was... stupid in my dream. I didn't say anything. I just watched the little boy crying in front of me. He cried miserably, as if I had really done something to let him down!"

Hearing this, Lu Ziyao couldn't help but frown.

Last night, he clearly heard her calling Xun, and he lost his memory after waking up?

But... who was the little boy? Wasn't she dreaming of Sheng Zhixun?

Bai Youran never lied, at least not to him.

So since she said so, Lu Ziyao didn't doubt it too much.

After breakfast, Wen Churan came again. Bai Youran hid behind Lu Ziyao and looked at her furtively for several times before slowly accepting Wen Churan's approach.

With Lu Ziyao's comfort, Bai Youran and Wen Churan talked a few more words, and the relationship between the two finally improved.

In the afternoon, Wen Churan returned to the villa, and Little Milk Can rushed down from upstairs, "Mom, mom, when are we going back to Country V?"

Wen Churan hugged him, "What's wrong? Weren't you very happy when you came to City B? Why are you in a hurry to go back to Country V now?"

"It's not me who's in a hurry, it's Teacher Bai Yis who called me to urge us to go back, and asked about our situation here."

Bai Yis?

Wen Churan was a little surprised.

When they were in Country V, he ignored her, so why did he launch a phone offensive after returning to City B?

"Then what did you say?"

"I said, Mom, your friend is in trouble. You have to accompany your friend and go back in a few days."

Wen Churan rubbed the back of his head and praised, "Good baby, well done."

Little Milk Pot showed a cunning smile, "Mom, are you lying? This is wrong. Aren't you afraid of corrupting a child like me?"

Wen Churan spanked twice, "I corrupted you? You were born from your mother's womb, and it has nothing to do with me."

Little Milk Pot suddenly buried his head in Wen Churan's chest and shouted "Mom!"

Wen Churan couldn't help laughing.

Back in the bedroom, Wen Churan took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a long time, and sent a short text message to Boyce.

——I'm busy with important things, but I will deal with them as soon as possible.

Soon, the text message came with a reply.

There were only two words shorter than hers.

——Received.

Looking at the two bright words on the phone screen, Wen Churan suddenly felt speechless.

Late at night, Lu Ziyao hugged Bai Youran and fell asleep as usual. Suddenly, Bai Youran began to kick the quilt while sleeping, and kept shouting "It's so hot... so hot, I'm going to melt..."

Lu Ziyao was afraid that she had a fever, so he reached out and touched her face. It was not hot, but cold.

But she kept shouting that it was hot.

Lu Ziyao tried to wake her up, but she seemed to be in a deep sleep and didn't respond to his call at all.

He had no choice but to cover her with the quilt while constantly lowering the air conditioner temperature.

After a long time of making a fuss, she finally calmed down, smacking her lips and sleeping soundly, which made Lu Ziyao suffer. His lips were already shaking from the cold.

The next day, Bai Youran got up tired again. When she went downstairs, she heard Lu Ziyao sneezing. She immediately ran over and asked with concern, "Master, what's wrong with you? Do you have a cold?"

Lu Ziyao's face was indeed not good. He asked with a strong nasal voice, "What happened to you last night? You kept complaining of fever."

Bai Youran was stunned, "Me? Why don't I remember it?"