Song Shengsheng decided to kill Fu Luochi’s idea of ”recognizing the thief as his mother” in the cradle, and it seemed that the effect was pretty good.
She couldn’t help laughing when she heard what the child said seriously.
Fu Luochi was inexplicably happy when he saw his mother laughing.
After a while, he whispered, “Mom, I don’t like Uncle Shen either.”
Fu Luochi dared not tell his mother that he had dreamed of Uncle Shen.
I dreamed that Uncle Shen was holding another child. When they stood with their mother, they looked more like a family of three.
Mom is no longer his mother.
There was no existence in his eyes.
Fu Luochi instinctively hated the Uncle Shen he often met these two days.
Song Shengsheng heard him say this carefully, a slight surprise flashed in her heart. She asked strangely: “Why?”
Shen Zhishu looks like a child!
He temporarily took over and helped the school teach, and became the most popular teacher in middle school in just over ten days.
And Shen Zhishu doesn’t look as cold as Fu Cheng.
He is very friendly and smiles like a spring breeze, soft and harmless, as if he can tolerate all the sharpness and edges.
Fu Luochi pressed against her mother, holding her hands tightly. He said a little depressedly, “I just don’t like it.”
He asked a little arrogantly, “Mom, can you ignore your uncle in the future?”
Song Shengsheng felt that this was very difficult. If she happened to meet it and just happened to say hello, she would be very rude if she pretended to be deaf and dumb.
And Shen Zhishu treats her very well.
Unlike Zhao Xiaoning, she couldn’t even find any chance to turn against her.
But I couldn’t bear to see my son looking at her with a gaze and asking Song Shengsheng to reject him.
If Fu Cheng made this request.
She can definitely lie without changing her face, one thing in front of her face and another behind her back.
But she was embarrassed to let her lie about such a well-behaved child.
“Uncle Shen left soon. Well, my mother and he should and shouldn’t meet again.”
Fu Luochi was oh, like a fixing glue firmly stuck to his mother’s body.
I didn’t want to separate for a while.
He asked in a low and uneasy manner: “When mom has another child in the future, will she just like him and not like me?”