A top-level boss travels through the apocalypse to raise a cute baby

Chapter 411 441. Call Dad

"you do not need?"

Sun Bingsheng looked at his pale face, it was even paler than he had been dead for a year.

"Are you sure you don't need it?"

Bai Qi shook his head.

Sun Bingsheng didn't delve too deeply into it, he looked at Han Yixiao, saw that his complexion was rosy and his breathing was steady, and he probably had no major problems, so he threw a healing spell on him to settle the matter.

After finishing the work, he glanced at them hurriedly, and said to Qiao Zixi.

"There are other people who are seriously injured. I can't stay for long, so I will leave first."

Qiao Zixi nodded lightly, her eyes calm and unwavering.

Only a few people were left looking at Sun Bingsheng's back as he squeezed into the crowd with sighs on their faces.

When Han Yixiao woke up, it was already sunset.

The gorgeous sunset glowed on the window, and a small figure was lying on the bed, trying to reach out and pinch the nose of the sleeping person beside him, and stuffed his little finger into it.

Han Yixiao woke up in such a burst of suffocation, and what imprinted in his eyes was his son's small white and tender fat face.

He looked away and searched the room, only to see Qiao Zixi, who was sitting on a chair on the balcony reading a book, bathed in the rays of light, as beautiful as a nine-day fairy descending to the mortal world.

He didn't make a sound, just watched quietly like this, enjoying this moment, a warm and happy time.

"Papa!"

The little Qiaoqiao who kept pinching Han Yixiao's nostrils and lips suddenly opened his mouth and shouted at Han Yixiao.

With this sound, he immediately pulled his eyes away from Qiao Zixi. He suddenly picked up the eight-month-old little Qiao Qiao, and asked in surprise.

"What did you yell just now? My dear son, yell again."

"Papa!"

Listening to his son's baby voice and father who couldn't pronounce correctly, Han Yixiao was so happy that he couldn't describe his mood at the moment, as if he was flying happily.

He hugged him and kissed him fiercely, then shouted loudly at Qiao Zixi.

"Zixi, did you hear that? My son called me Dad!"

Immediately, she stood up from the bed, excitedly lifted up little Qiaoqiao and began to circle around.

"Ha ha ha ha"

"cluck cluck cluck"

The cheerful laughter of the father and son spread throughout the villa.

Qiao Zixi looked sideways at this scene, and there seemed to be a warm current called the tranquility of time passing by in her heart.

The father and son, who had been playing wildly for a while, lay down on the ground together.

"mom!"

Little Qiaoqiao called her mother loudly, and quickly crawled towards Qiao Zixi's side. When she reached her feet, she grabbed her skirt and stood up unsteadily.

Watching this scene, Han Yixiao realized that, before he knew it, his son could already crawl and talk.

He immediately walked over, hugged the mother and child into his arms, and let out a contented sigh in his throat.

He lowered his head and was about to say something to Qiao Zixi.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and Qiao Ziyi, Jian Chengan, Qiao Manxi, Lin Shishi, Tian Yuanyuan, and Bai Qi rushed in.

Jian Chengan picked up little Qiaoqiao in Qiao Zixi's arms, and said excitedly.

"Boy, hurry up and call him dad, ah, no, call him godfather!"

"No, no, call uncle first!"

"Call me aunt, call me aunt!"

"Call Auntie!"

"I'm the youngest, I'm my aunt!"

"Call Uncle!"

Several people scrambled to surround little Qiaoqiao, pointing at themselves excitedly, wanting to be the first to hear his little milk voice.

Little Qiaoqiao was held in Jian Chengan's arms, surrounded by so many people, he looked aggrieved at his parents who were sitting in the same place, hugging each other, and immediately shrunk his mouth, and gave everyone a hard look. thunder and lightning.

So, the few people who were chattering just now, the next moment, their hair exploded, their mouths smoked, and they looked at him with dark faces.

"cluck cluck cluck"

(End of this chapter)