Axi looked at a group of ghost grandfathers wandering around Fuchen, coaxing this one and teasing that one.
It was also the first time for Xiao Fuchen to see so many "people". He kept making "clucking" noises and was very excited.
Tonight, she was very welcome.
Axi consciously withdrew from the home court to make time for these ghosts.
In the middle of the night, Fuchen couldn't stand the sleepiness after eating the milk powder and fell into a deep sleep.
A group of ghosts stared at a child silently. When the sun rose, the ghosts went back on their own initiative.
He and Fuchen were the only ones left in the room again.
He fished Fuchen out of the cradle and held it in his arms. The heavy weight was like the real feeling of hope, which was comforting.
He must never make the mistake last night again.
The hope of life is terrifying to ghosts.
Axi no longer knows what will happen if he loses Fuchen.
The pain of his life tortured him all the time.
As a murderous evil spirit, he only has a way out and no way out... Raising this child is his current "hope".
Axi hugged Xiao Fuchen, lay on the bed, and fell asleep with her...
Hospital.
Grandma was out of danger, but still needed to be hospitalized. The woman hired a nurse and went home to feed Fuchen milk powder.
Opening the door, he saw Fuchen sitting on his bed, holding "tons and tons" of milk powder in his mouth and drinking milk. His innocent eyes showed no uneasiness.
She was stunned.
If there is no one at home, who can make milk?
She thought of the legend, the legend that Room 404 of Shijia Community was haunted.
There was nothing unusual about the woman's beautiful face. She sat on the edge of the bed and touched the bottle.
It's indeed warm.
"Fuchen, do you miss your mother?" The woman held Fuchen in her arms.
Fuchen was still holding his own bottle and busy sucking milk.
The woman looked at Fuchen lovingly and stroked her hair, "Fuchen, mom, please find a sister for you to take care of you at home..."
Only the bottom of the bottle remains.
Fuchen put down the bottle, tilted his head towards the bed, and crawled over, "Daddy. Daddy."
His hands were beating again and again, as if there was someone there.
The woman was startled, stood up, and stared at that place.
But there is nothing strange there.
The woman looked at it for a few times and didn't think much about it. She walked to the balcony and contacted an agency to help find a nanny to take care of the child.
There was a "giggle" joke in the room.
When the woman entered the room, the floating dust fell on the bed.
The bed bounced slightly.
The woman looked carefully, but still didn't see anything different, only the dust on the bed grinned very happily.
In the afternoon, there was a nanny interview.
The nanny is very young, only 22 years old, and has been working for four years.
The woman warned, "Fuchen is easy to take care of. He doesn't cry or fuss. Feed him milk powder regularly and change his clothes and diapers."
The nanny was asked to live in the second bedroom, and the woman left in a hurry.
The nanny looked around, seeing the gray-black kitchen and the dilapidated balcony. There was also a rotten old man smell in the second bedroom, and she showed a very disgusted look.
I looked at the four corners of the room again, and there were no monitors.
nobody.
No one cares.
The nanny slowly looked around, trying to figure out the details. The colorful bottles and jars on the dressing table in the master bedroom were already gathering dust when she picked them up.
Open it, it's very fragrant.
The texture is good.
The nurse fell down beside the bed, very fond of it.
On the bed, Axi sat in the middle, looking at the girl coldly with squinting eyes.
On the other side of the bed, next to Axi, Fuchen stared blankly at this newcomer he had never seen before.
The nanny looked at the kid next to the bed with a disgusted expression.
He got up, made a bottle of milk and put it next to Fuchen, and then went to pack his things.
The bottle was crooked on the bed, and milk was leaking from the nipple.
Fuchen stared blankly, not moving. She had just eaten.
Axi straightened the bottle and poured the milk into the bathroom of the master bedroom.
The milk powder in that milk powder can was all that Fu Chen stopped drinking three months ago. If I were to change it back, I would definitely have diarrhea.
The nanny in the second bedroom suddenly heard the sound of water and was stunned. She ran back to the master bedroom to take a look and saw only the child on the bed.
Entering the bathroom, there was a faint milk smell.
Look at the milk bottles in the room, they are empty.
How could he drink it?
It must have fallen!
The nanny walked to the bed aggressively and tried to pull Fuchen away.
Fuchen slowly turned around and looked at her with a dazed look - she was sleepy.
Even before contact, my chest hurts.
The nanny flew up and fell onto the short cabinet.
"Ahem", the nanny covered her chest, her first reaction was, it's haunted!
He ran out without saying a word.
Fuchen stared blankly, yawned loudly, and dropped his head into the quilt.
Axi rubbed the child's head and said nothing.
The child on the bed arched his body and gradually fell asleep. His hind limbs also spread out, turning into a "dead fish".
Axi helped turn him over so that he could sleep on his back.
The nanny who ran away called and said she wouldn't do it.
The phone call lasted a long time.
As soon as the woman negotiated, the company also forced her to do the work. Finally, she persuaded the nanny with an "increased price of 500".
At dusk, the nanny went back doubtful and went into the house to observe what was going on.
Go into the kitchen and get a knife, then go into the house with the knife in hand.
Opening the master bedroom, the room was quiet, with only a small arch under the quilt.
Open it and there are only children.
"Huh -" the nanny breathed a long sigh of relief. She really scared herself.
He closed the door and left the room, put the knife back in the kitchen, and stared at the knife: the entire knife surface melted and fell limply. Only the plastic handle in his hand was left.
"Ah——" A scream pierced the night sky.
The nanny dropped the hilt of the knife, rushed out of the house, and never came back.
Late at night, the woman came back again.
Seeing Fu Chen sitting on the ground playing with toys, she laughed very happily, her sharp laughter "haaah" hurting her nerves, and her hands were waving as if she was playing with someone.
The woman sighed.
She had just returned from the hospital and had to deal with work matters. She was already very tired.
"Fuchen, it's time to sleep." The woman fell on the bed and shouted weakly.
Fuchen ignored it and continued to play.
After a while, there was an even sound of breathing in the room.
Above the room, Axi opened his eyes, looked at the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed, and rolled his eyes.
He glanced at Fuchen who was playing with the little ghosts, closed his eyes and continued practicing.
The next morning, the woman woke up and called the agency again, but the company said she would not take the job again, saying it was unlucky and would not take the job unless she moved to another location.
move place?
How to move in such a short time?
The woman was sitting on the sofa, hesitating whether to take Fuchen to her place... She was getting married.
He also revealed the news of "preparing for pregnancy" early. If he had held a child at this time...she loved him very much.
He is considerate, rich, and likes her, almost perfect.
But she didn't dare to bet whether Du Fuchen's appearance would ruin her relationship...
Axi peered into her heart and knew that the woman was ready to have a second child and was not ready to let Fuchen appear in front of her new husband.
She wanted Fuchen to be hidden from the eyes of the world.
Axi took out his phone and clicked some operations.
"Ding." The phone suddenly started ringing.
The woman picked up her mobile phone and saw the message that her bank card had arrived, 50,000. It was an unfamiliar number.
The next second, "ding", there is another new message.
"Since you are going to sell her for 50,000 yuan, then sell her to me. I love her very much. Sign it to: Li Zhaoxi, the owner of No. 404."
