Song Shengsheng pretended that she couldn’t understand uncle’s words.
She likes to throw a tantrum anyway, since she can’t change the point of her life, so she doesn’t have to be accustomed to her.
Song Shengsheng gently pushed open the door and saw a small curve arching in the middle of the quilt. The boy’s fingers were tightly clamped against the quilt, half of his face was hidden underneath, his eyes closed, and he was sleeping soundly.
When Song Shengsheng walked in, he was so light that he could hardly hear the sound of footsteps.
In the past few months, if you don’t sleep well at night, you will think a lot.
I don’t know if he has grown taller and whether he has added clothes in time during the season change.
Thinking of this makes me even more sleepy.
No one knows his son than his mother. Xiaochi looks very obedient, but his temper is also quite stubborn and not easily convinced.
When asked if he was cold, he would definitely say he was not cold.
Song Shengsheng heard from Fu Cheng yesterday that the child was sick and his heart was twisted into a ball of twists, so uncomfortable.
On the phone, when she heard Xiaochi’s sickly voice with a nasal sound, her nose suddenly became sore.
The sourness that permeated from the bottom of her heart made her breathless when she swallowed her in an instant.
This feeling of bitterness is like the dreams I had before.
I sat there indifferently, looking at him quietly, watching him approaching him timidly and cautiously, and talking to her in a gentle voice, but I got no response.
Song Shengsheng walked to the bed, and she raised her hand and gently touched her son’s forehead. It was not very hot, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at the sleeping child and thought in a daze that loving someone also requires learning slowly, and the gradually spreading feelings also take time. She did not love him as much as she is now.
Song Shengsheng tucked the corners of him and was about to go out.
The little man on the bed just woke up.
The boy’s eyebrows and eyes were a little longer than before, but they looked more delicate and beautiful.
The eyes are black and transparent, like precious and rare black pearls, and the straight eyelashes are long and thick, like a small fan.
The boy’s originally snow-white skin was steamed red under the quilt. If Song Shengsheng hadn’t touched his forehead just now, he would have thought he was still having a fever.
Fu Luochi opened his dark eyes and looked at the person in front of him. The child didn’t even dare to blink. He carefully said, “Mom.”
He was soft and timid as if he was not sure.
When Song Shengsheng left, he actually secretly hugged him, but that moment was too short.
Shortly afterwards, she felt sad when she thought of the hug.
<Before Song Shengsheng could speak, he grabbed his fingers. He called again: "Mom."
Song Shengsheng sniffed, “Yeah.”
She opened her voice and found that her voice was tight. She said to him in a very relaxed tone, “Mom is back.”
As he finished speaking, the boy buried in his mother’s arms. He said nothing, but a very happy rosy appearance appeared on his face, his ears were red, and his whole body was hot.
He thought that his father and grandma did not lie to him either.
Mom is really back!
Fu Luochi dreamed of his mother when he was asleep. He hadn’t seen his mother in the past few months, and he didn’t make any noise.
It’s like a abandoned child is already used to it.
Get used to losing again and again.
Then accept it slowly.
Fu Cheng didn’t make a sound for the moment, and did not disturb the two of them.
After a while, the boy was still reluctant to hold his mother, so Fu Cheng couldn’t stand it and walked over and pulled his son out of her arms. Looking at the child’s red face, he didn’t care.
He wrapped him again with a quilt and continued, “Your grandma said you haven’t had a good sleep these days, so you’ll have a good rest when you’re sick, and your mother won’t run away.”
Fu Luochi looks like the rare noble young man who fell into trouble now. He is a little pitiful, but very beautiful.
He perfectly inherited his parents’ genes in terms of appearance, and even though he was still young, he could tell that it was very beautiful.
He has always been obedient, but now he is not so obedient.
Fu Luochi didn’t want his mother to feel that when she was not there, he was just a disobedient bad child.
The boy whispered: “Dad, I didn’t mean to not sleep well.”
He just couldn’t sleep well, and his body was very hot after a fever.
It’s hot everywhere, and it’s uncomfortable all over.
Thumbs and turn, confused.
Fu Cheng knew that he had always been obedient and sensible, and he was not a blame for what he said just now.
Fu Cheng touched his hair, “Well, I know.”
The boy raised his face again and looked at his mother silently.
“I want my mother to hug me.” After he made this request in a low voice, his courage became bigger. He looked at his mother sitting by the bed and broke out from the quilt: “Mom, hug me.”
Song Shengsheng could not resist such a pitiful request.
Although she always says that she is a tidy and heart-warming plant in the world, in fact, her heart is softer than anyone else.
Song Shengsheng was at a loss and slowly opened her hands and hugged him..
“Is this OK?”
She opened her arms easily, and her son was still staring at her with eyes.
She pursed her lips and asked again, “Is it enough to hug her?”
Fu Luochi shook his head, and he buried himself in his mother’s arms as if he was coquettish, “Mom, not enough.”
He also wanted to say that he has performed very well in the past few months.
Even when I was sick, I didn’t cry. When I missed my mother, I held back and didn’t cry.
When I was taken to the hospital by my father for an injection, I was also the only child who did not cry and make a fuss.
Fu Luochi looked up and kissed his mother secretly on her face while she was not paying attention.
He missed his mother very much.
He knew, so was dad.
Song Shengsheng hugged him for a long time. The sick child was always more likely to feel sleepy. He snuggled in his mother’s arms and sniffed the familiar smell, and then fell asleep again.
Fu Cheng likes to see her success, so his son will stick to her.
“Otherwise, after dinner, I will take the child back.”
Song Shengsheng’s heart was soft now, so he naturally had no objection. She nodded, “Okay.”
Fu Cheng continued, “I’ll bring him clothes tomorrow.”
Song Shengsheng is oh.
The couple was upstairs, and Ye Jing didn’t ask the nanny to go upstairs to call them.
The eldest son was calm and leisurely reading the newspaper downstairs. Her husband was at the busiest time recently and he didn’t have home at all.
Ye Jing wanted to find someone to ask about the situation, but she couldn’t find anyone.
The daughter-in-law is back, but when she grows her eyes, she can tell that the couple is still having a quarrel.
Ye Jing saw clearly that when there was a problem with the relationship between husband and wife, they had to solve it themselves, as outsiders could not help.
She looked at her eldest son, “Comrade Fu Yuan, when will you solve your personal problems?”
The boss is not young anymore, and the family is getting better and better now.
He is now the youngest diplomat, so he will definitely not have to worry about finding a partner.
I just don’t look for it! Said it will delay work.