Maybe when she was young, she took care of her younger brothers and sisters. Every time they got sick and had a fever, Song Shengsheng would give them ginger soup. Over time, she thought ginger soup was very effective.
Even if the doctor has prescribed the medicine, she will still do this.
Song Shengsheng found that her son was much better than her younger brother and sister. Song Peiyuan and Yaoyao didn’t like to drink, and they frowned and felt their throats.
Song Shengsheng has to work hard every time to threaten and tempt them to finish drinking.
But Xiaochi didn’t need her to rack her brains to coax her. She slowly got up from the quilt, held the bowl herself, and drank it all in one bite at a time.
Song Shengsheng looked at his better-looking little face and felt a little relaxed. She comforted him and said, “It might be better to have a sleep tonight. It won’t be uncomfortable then.”
After drinking the ginger soup, he couldn’t help but bury it into her arms, hugged her, and buried it in her arms. He was afraid that he would not even have the chance to stick to his mother in the future.
Now pressing her hard.
No longer being reserved or shy.
“Mom, I’m not feeling bad anymore.” He buried it in her arms and rubbed it, “Don’t worry, Mom.”
Song Shengsheng rubbed the furry head in his arms, feeling warm and a little indescribable touch.
She wanted to cry a little.
She was panicked and guilty in the morning, and must have scared him.
Now, in turn, a sick child will come to comfort her and tell her not to worry.
Song Shengsheng held back the tears in his eyes and did not fall.
She doesn’t want to cry in front of the child. After all, she is a mother, so she should be more steady.
Song Shengsheng touched his face, lowered his head and kissed him, and then said to him in a muffled voice, “Mom will take good care of you in the future.”
She could pull Song Peiyuan and Yaoyao and grow up when she was a child.
Raise your health and well-being. When you grow up, these two younger brothers and sisters are more independent than the other.
If she wants to raise her son well, she will definitely be fine.
Song Shengsheng coaxed his son who had finished drinking ginger soup to sleep again, and then he gently retreated from the room.
The eyes are a little red, like a little rabbit.
Fu Cheng saw her eyes appearing red, and he was a little surprised: “Why are you crying?”
Song Shengsheng threw herself into his arms and hugged him. In the blink of an eye, tears that had endured for a long time soaked the man’s shirt fabric: “I think I was a little too bad before.”
She was not reflecting on herself either.
She doesn’t think it’s bad for people to be bad either.
Fu Cheng didn’t know where her sudden guilt came fromCome, but think about it seriously, is she very bad? Neither.
Just a little bit cute and bad-hearted.
Fu Cheng pursed his lips. He originally wanted to lie without changing his expression, but after thinking about it, he still restrained his words a little, and considered some words: “It’s not too bad.”
Song Shengsheng wiped his tears with his clothes: “Really?”
Fu Cheng met her eyes asking for truth and nodded: “Really, your heart is already very soft.”
Fu Cheng probably guessed why she suddenly felt guilty.
He seemed to be used to her little tears, and he wiped her tears, “It doesn’t matter if it’s bad.”
He likes even if it’s bad.
She didn’t have to be very good at all.
He can tolerate all his shortcomings.
Song Shengsheng said oh, and she defended herself: “It’s not particularly bad for me, I’m like this. People are going to do it for themselves, so it’s not wrong for me.”
She may have been really beaten up before.
So after getting married, I didn’t like Fu Cheng here and there, and I didn’t like him in everything.
Strange.