family.

These two words always hit the softest place in Yan Xi's heart.

It feels really good to wake up and see "family".

The family members of this body are Yan's father, Yan's mother and Yan Luo Yannuo, but her real family is right in front of her now. This is Nan Song's child and Ah Heng's nephew.

That is her nephew.

They say that a nephew follows his uncle, and that is indeed the case.

Nezha's words shook up the words and promises.

They looked at the handsome young man in front of them in confusion, and then cast their shocked eyes towards Yan Xi. When did their family have such a "family member"?

Yan Luo and Yan Nuo walked up to Yan Xi and asked her quietly: "Sister, is this some relative of our family? Why have we never seen him before?"

Yan Xi smiled slightly and said, "This is also my first time seeing you."

"..."

Yan Luo and Yan Nuo looked at Nezha again, confused.

Yan Xi and Nezha looked at each other and their eyes met. It seemed that they could know each other's thoughts without speaking. Nezha took a step forward and called out: "Godmother, you are finally awake."

"Godmother?" Yan Luo and Yan Nuo said in unison.

I don’t know when my eldest sister got a godson.

Nezha looked at them without embarrassment, "Are these two aunts? Hello. I have brought the money. Do you want to pay the fee first?"

He looked forward and back towards the two bodyguards who were following him.

Looking forward and backward, I was still stunned. I don’t know when the young master secretly recognized his godmother outside, and she is so beautiful... I feel like there is a fire in the eldest lady’s backyard!

Seeing the young master's eyes looking over, they woke up and came to their senses. They waved to Yan Luo and Yan Nuo and said very respectfully: "Two beauties, please."

This was the first time that Yan Luo and Yan Nuo encountered such a posture. They looked back at the eldest sister in fear, and then followed out cautiously after being reassured by Yan Xi's smile.

The nurse also left in panic and confusion.

After everyone left, Nezha walked to Yan Xi's bedside and looked at her deeply, "You don't need to explain to me. I understand everything as soon as I see you."

Yan Xi sighed at the child's intelligence and courage, his light gray pupils shining.

Her eyes and voice were so gentle, "I didn't scare you, did I?"

When Nezha heard his aunt's voice and saw her eyes that were exactly the same as those of his uncle Yan Yuan, his nose felt sore for a moment, and his eyes also turned red.

Trying to get rid of the sourness in his heart, he shook his head, his throat slightly choked, "No. I was scared. Isn't there anything weird happening in our family?"

He has listened to various legends since he was a child, such as Dongzhen, the Saint of Yilan, and the Queen of Hearts. To others, they are legends, but to their family, they are daily life.

Anyway, there is no normal person in their family.

Nezha made Yan Xi laugh with just one sentence.

This is indeed their family tradition.

She stretched out her hand towards Nezha. Nezha looked down at his aunt's slender and white hand, and couldn't help but think of the oil painting that his uncle painted for his aunt.

It's exactly the same.

Even the small mole on the ring finger of my right hand is in the same position.

The longing that penetrates my bones is poured into every detail in my writing.

Nezha reached out to hold it and was pulled by Yan Xi to sit on the edge of the bed.
Chapter completed!