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The Zhong family doesn't like Zhong Chen either. After all, he is seriously ill and will be a disabled person when he grows up.

So, I just let it go and handed it over to Qin Xuelan without asking any questions.

Qin Xuelan could barely get by with her child alone.

This family is obsessed with worldly affairs, and they have too many disputes over inheritance, regardless of blood and family ties.

This is also a poor widow.

Song Sanxi knocked on Qin Xuelan's door.

She has been waiting in the living room for a long time.

The light yellow home robe has a strong smell of mature women.

A touch of perfume, an elegant professional pace, and a charming undulating figure.

Song Sanxi looked at the furnishings at home and found that they were okay.

"Haha, Xuelan, my family is not bad!"

"What, Brother Sanxi is making a fool of himself."

Song Sanxi raised his eyebrows, "You call me Brother Sanxi? I ​​seem to be younger than you, right?"

"You are much younger than our Mr. Cui, and he still has to call you Brother Sheng!" Qin Xuelan smiled, professional and capable, and showed a sense of humor.

Song Sanxi laughed and nodded, "Okay, I'll convince you. Where is Chenchen, in the house?"

Qin Xuelan nodded, feeling a little sad, "He's eating candied haws in his room! I've eaten three candied haws this night. I can't stop him. I'll cry if I don't give him to him."

As he spoke, his smile turned bitter.

"Relax! It's a good thing that children can eat it. At least, my old folk crafts are pretty good!"

"Brother Sanxi is really awesome, come here. However, the child is afraid of strangers and light, so the room is not bright, so don't worry!"

"Understand, understand"

Song Sanxi found this case very interesting.

Soon, Qin Xuelan opened the door of Zhong Chen's room.

This is the master bedroom of the home, given to the children.

Because Zhong Chen doesn't sleep with his mother.

Qin Xuelan, in the bedroom next to her.

In order to facilitate the care of children, the rooms on both sides were specially drilled through and a bead curtain door was made.

Zhong Chen always wakes up at night, crying and fussing, and dare not go to the toilet.

Song Sanxi understood.

Children with severe autism are very lonely and have no contact with the outside world at all.

Even his own relatives ignored him.

It's normal not to sleep with my mother.

The light in the room was very dim.

In the corner, the pale little Zhong Chen was sitting on the sofa, happily eating candied haws.

As soon as he saw the stranger come in, he subconsciously shrank into the sofa.

The candied haws in hand was still hidden behind his back.

As if afraid of being snatched away by strangers.

That pale, thin face makes people feel distressed just by looking at it.

Because of hemicerebral palsy, half of his face is thinner, and his head is a little crooked.

Such a pitiful little guy.

Qin Xuelan glanced at Song Sanxi with tears in her eyes. She shook her head and said softly: "Brother Sanxi, he is too afraid of giving birth."

Song Sanxi nodded and smiled at Zhong Chen.

Qin Xuelan quickly introduced: "Chenchen, this is Uncle Sanxi. The candied haws you eat was made by him! Is Uncle Sanxi's craftsmanship good?"

Zhong Chen finally relaxed a little.

He glanced at Song Sanxi, his expression feeling a little numb.

Then, he continued eating.

This seems to have gone cold.

Qin Xuelan glanced at Song Sanxi a little apologetically.
Chapter completed!