Chapter 399 Zhan Qi Pei is upset at being called uncle
Chapter 399 Zhan Qi Pei was unhappy when he was called uncle
He saw a woman out of the corner of his eye, and his brows furrowed even more.
"Can we talk now?"
When he saw the two children hiding behind his wife because they were afraid of him, he felt a little unhappy.
When did these two children meet Qiao Jing?
Didn't he just not pick up Qiao Jing once, and his wife picked up two children from outside?
Qiao Jing took out the medicine box and took the little boy to the sofa to sit down.
"I'll explain to you after they take a shower. He's injured. I'll treat his wounds first."
After saying that, she took out the hydrogen peroxide and bandages from the medicine box and was about to treat the little boy's wounds, but found that he was still standing by the sofa.
The little boy stood tense, looking at the sofa and wanting to do it but not daring to sit down.
"Sister, I can just wash my hands myself, there's no need to go to such trouble."
Qiao Jing grabbed the little boy's wrist, made him sit directly on the sofa, and began to help him treat his wounds.
"What are your names?"
When the hydrogen peroxide was poured on the wound, the little boy gasped.
"We don't have names. My sister and I have been outside since I can remember."
He and his sister have always lived by collecting bottles, and they are usually hungry.
Qiao Jing paused in his treatment of the wound and pursed his lips.
"Then what should I call you? You can't feed me, right?"
Just when the little boy was about to speak, his stomach suddenly made a sound.
"Gululu——"
He was stunned for a moment, with a hint of blush on his face, and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, sister... I couldn't hold it back. You can just call me Pingping. My sister's name is An'an. I don't know how to name it, but I know what Pingpingan means.
So I want my sister and I to be safe."
Qiao Jing frowned, a touch of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she raised her eyes to look at Zhan Qi Pei.
"Did you cook?"
Zhan Qipei nodded.
"It's done. I don't know when you will come back. I'm afraid the food will get cold, so I put it in the thermos box."
Qiao Jing said "Yeah", quickly disinfected the flat wound, and then wrapped it with a bandage.
When she just wanted to check on An An, An An had already walked out of the bathroom wearing new clothes.
An An blinked her big eyes, clenched the corners of her clothes tightly, and looked down at the skirt she was wearing.
A big smile appeared on her face, and she couldn't help but spin around in circles, touching her skirt repeatedly with her little hands, very gently, for fear of getting the skirt wrinkled.
She walked quickly to Qiao Jing and bowed without saying a word.
"Thank you, sister! I can pick up the bottles with my brother and give you the money for the clothes."
She never thought she could wear a dress, and it was new!
She has been wearing the same old clothes from before, which she picked up from other places.
Seeing An An's happy look, Qiao Jing also smiled.
"No need to pay it back, you can go eat first."
When she heard Ping Ping's stomach growling, she guessed that the two children probably hadn't eaten for a long time.
Zhan Qipei did not ask Qiao Jing about the origins of the two children, but walked to the kitchen, took out all the food from the thermos box, and placed it on the dining table.
The aroma of the food wafted into the living room, and my stomach, which had usually been quiet, started to growl again.
After An An smelled the aroma of the food, her stomach began to drum.
The two children swallowed subconsciously and looked at Qiao Jing with their big black and white eyes.
"We...can we still eat?"
Qiao Jing smiled helplessly and reached out to rub the heads of the two little guys.
"Of course you can eat. An An should go eat first."
An An's big eyes lit up, and she looked at Qiao Jing with admiration and gratitude.
"Sister, are you an angel? You are so kind!"
Qiao Jing reached out and pinched An An's face, but she couldn't pinch the flesh. She looked at the two skinny little ones and felt a little distressed.
"I'm not an angel, just an ordinary person. An'an, you're so hungry, go and eat."
An An looked towards the dining table and swallowed again, but when she saw Zhan Qi Pei, she froze again.
She hesitated for a long time, not daring to take a step forward, and leaned against Qiao Jing, not daring to pass by.
Qiao Jing noticed An An's gaze and looked at Zhan Qi Pei again.
"This uncle is a good man, everything will be fine."
When Zhan Qipei heard Qiao Jing say that he was his uncle, he frowned and looked down at himself.
How does he look like an uncle?
Did Qiao Jing mean that he looked older?
His thin lips pursed into a straight line with no arc, and a deep voice sounded.
"Why am I an uncle?"
Qiao Jing looked at the distressed look on the man's face and raised the corners of his mouth.
"You are not an uncle at your age, are you still an elder brother?"
Zhan Qipei frowned tightly, his voice was stubborn, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
"But they call you sister."
Brother and sister sound like a couple.
But Qiao Jing actually said that he was his uncle. Could it be that his wife thought he was old?
Qiao Jing's temples jumped suddenly, and she was a little speechless.
"It's just a title. Let An An go eat first."
She saw that An An had reached out to touch her belly, but she didn't dare to go over.
Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips, still very concerned about the address.
"I'm the elder brother."
If these two children call Qiao Jing sister and call him uncle, it will sound like he is an old cow eating young grass.
But his wife will always be young.
Qiao Jing became more and more speechless. She rolled her eyes and led An An to the dining table.
"Okay, okay, you are my brother, okay?"
She helped An An fill a bowl of soup and placed it in front of the little milk ball.
"You drink the soup first. After you finish the meal, you can ask your brother to serve it for you. I will take your brother to take a bath."
An An nodded very sensibly and sat on the chair obediently.
Zhan Qi Pei raised his long eyebrows in dissatisfaction.
"You give him a bath?"
Qiao Jing said "hmm" and took Ping Ping's little hand.
"What's wrong?"
She was worried about letting Pingping take a bath alone. After all, if he was alone, it would be easy for his wounds to come into contact with water.
Zhan Qipei's face darkened and he stared at Pingping.
"No, I'll help him wash it."
His wife actually wants to help a boy bathe?
This is the opposite sex!
He must never let his wife bathe someone else of the opposite sex!!
If their children are boys in the future, Qiao Jing will not be able to help them bathe.
He will ask a professional to take care of the child, or let him wash it.
In short, except for him, no other members of the opposite sex can approach Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing frowned, then looked down at Ping Ping who was hiding behind him, knowing that the child was afraid of Zhan Qi Pei.
"Don't touch the water for ordinary wounds. I can just wash it for him. You can take An An to eat."
She didn't trust Zhan Qi Pei to help Ping Ping take a bath. After all, Zhan Qi Pei, a bitch, didn't make people worry. She knew she was injured before but still insisted on jumping into the swimming pool.
If you accidentally get water on Ping Ping's wound later, you may still have the same fever as before Zhan Qi Pei.
Zhan Qipei frowned and walked straight to Qiao Jing.
"I'll help him wash, and you go and eat."
Qiao Jing knew that the argument with Zhan Qi Pei would be endless, so she simply led Pingping directly to the bathroom door.
During this period, the man was following her closely. She found an opportunity and closed the door directly, leaving Zhan Qi Pei behind.
Zhan Qipei stared at the bathroom door with faint eyes, and vaguely saw Qiao Jing's figure.
He reached out and turned the door handle and found that it was locked, so he had no choice but to give up.
He originally planned to just stand at the door and wait, but suddenly he remembered that there was a young man sitting at the dining table, and he hesitated for a while.
Considering that it was the task assigned to him by Qiao Jing, he should go back and watch the other child.
In the bathroom.
Qiao Jin put the new clothes on the bathroom table as usual.
"Be careful when taking a shower. I'll help you wash your neck and other places."
Since the wounds should not be exposed to water, she planned to only wash the child's upper body.
Otherwise, if the wound comes into contact with water, it will become inflamed.
Ping Ping blinked, and two blushes appeared on his face again.
"Sister...I can wash it myself..."
Qiao Jing took the person to a chair and sat down, adjusted the water temperature, picked up the shower head and poured it on Ping Ping's neck.
By the way, she washed Pingping's hair. After washing him, she found that there was a lump on the child's neck that could not be washed away.
She thought it was dirt, so she wiped it hard with a towel, but found that it still couldn't be washed away.
"Um?"
Pingping also noticed the place where Qiao Jing was washing, and he explained to him.
"Sister, this is a birthmark on my body that cannot be washed away."
Qiao Jing frowned, responded, and put down the shower in his hand.
"Can you do the rest yourself?"
She nodded flatly and left the bathroom.
Qiao Jing was a little worried about the large birthmark on Ping Ping's neck. After all, the birthmark was too big.
When she returned to the dining table, she found that An An had finished her meal and was sitting upright, opening her mouth to thank Zhan Qi Pei.
"Thank you uncle..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Zhan Qipei's frown, and she immediately changed her words.
"Thank you brother!"
Zhan Qipei's frowned brows relaxed, and the tense profile of his face softened a bit.
An An breathed a sigh of relief and patted his small chest.
Qiao Jing was amused by the interaction between the two. Did Zhan Qi Pei care too much about this title?
When she came to the dining table, Pingping also walked out of the bathroom.