My Reborn Wife Is Delicately Pretty

In the CEO's office lounge, Ye Mu's cry suddenly sounded.    

Ye Junhao, who was handling documents, threw the pen away and quickly walked into the lounge.    

"Dad."    

Ye Mu sat on the bed and cried.    

"Mu, what's wrong? Father is here."    

Ye Junhao quickly walked to the front of the bed and sat down. He picked up his crying son and gently helped him wipe his tears while coaxing him.    

Because he woke up early in the morning, it was usually around ten o'clock in the morning, and Mu needed to sleep again.    

In the past, even if he woke up, he would not cry. He would slide off the bed by himself. Unless he walked out of the lounge and could not see his dear father, he would cry.    

"Father."    

Ye Mu wrapped his arms around his father's neck and buried his head on his father's shoulder.    

After coaxing him for a while, he finally stopped crying.    

"Did Mu have a nightmare?"    

Ye Mu could not describe what he had dreamt of. He only knew that there was a lot of blood on the ground. He sobbed and said, "A lot of blood. Mu is afraid."    

Ye Junhao carried him out of the lounge. "I really had a nightmare. Don't be afraid. That was a dream. A dream is the opposite of reality." After coaxing his son, Ye Junhao suddenly remembered that Chuchen's dreams would become reality every time.    

His heart tightened. Ye Mu was Chuchen's biological son. Could it be that both mother and son had this kind of special physique that made their dreams become reality?    

Then, Mu dreamed of a lot of blood. Whose blood was that?    

Who was injured?    

"Mu, who did you dream of bleeding?"    

Ye Mu shook his head. "I don't know."    

Ye Junhao was a little anxious, but also helpless. Mu was two months away from turning three. His ability to express himself was not strong enough. Maybe he only dreamed of a lot of blood, but did not dream of people bleeding.    

"Is it Dad?"    

Ye Mu shook his head.    

"Is that Mom?"    

Ye Mu thought for a while and shook his head, because he did not dream of anyone.    

"It's okay. Dad is here. He will not bleed." Ye Junhao gently comforted his son's emotions.    

He sat back at the desk and patted his son's back. He fell into deep thought.    

After a while, he picked up the phone on the table. He called his bodyguard and waited for him to answer. He ordered in a low voice, "Cheng Yi, call Jiu. You two go to the Amy's Clothing Company and wait for Eldest Young Madame. From now on, follow Eldest Young Madame and take care of her safety. "    

He was most worried that something would happen to Chuchen.    

Cheng Yi respectfully agreed.    

After hanging up the phone, Ye Junhao used WeChat to send a video chat to Chuchen.    

Chuchen only connected after a while.    

"Hubby."    

Chuchen's pretty face appeared in the video. Seeing that she was fine and hearing her sweetly call him Hubby, the pressure that Ye Junhao felt because of his son's nightmare disappeared without a trace.    

"Chuchen, are you busy?"    

"Yes, a little busy. What about you? What happened to Mu? Look at his red eyes. Did he cry?" Chuchen easily saw her son's red eyes.    

"I just woke up. Maybe I had a nightmare and was scared awake. She cried for a while after waking up. He said that he dreamt of a lot of blood. He was afraid. Chuchen, tell me, do you think Mu will be like you? Will the things you dream of become reality?"    

Chuchen dreamt that the Elysium Clubhouse would become big, and that there would really be a big fire. She dreamed that Li Dongyang's father was dead, and that his father was really dead. She also dreamed that Ms. Lan's marriage would become a third party, and it became a fact.    

Each and every one of these things made Ye Junhao especially sensitive to dreams, especially nightmares. He was afraid that it would become true.