Probably because she hadn't seen her mother for a long time, Maomao started crying even harder since Qingwu stepped in the door. She stretched out her small, fleshless hands toward Qingwu, wailing and wanting a hug.
Qingwu's eyes wet. After hearing the basic situation from the kindergarten teacher, she was even more worried when she saw it now. Her poor little baby had a wrinkled face, and her nose and eyes were red from crying. She hurried over and gave him a heartache.
She held her in her arms, kissed her face and wiped away her tears, "Maomao, be good, don't cry. Tell mom where it hurts?"
The soft little one in my arms has no sense of weight. She is obviously five years old, but her body is not well developed. The other children are all fleshy, but she is dry and thin. According to the teacher, she never eats much.
, coupled with my introverted personality, I always couldn’t play with others, I was alone every day, and at night I pestered my teacher for my mother.
Qingwu was very sad. She was too busy at work and didn't have much time to accompany her. Even if she found time to come, she could only stay for a while before leaving. She was really not a dedicated mother. Maomao was now at the age when she needed to be loved the most.
The little hands tightly grasped the skirt of mother's clothes, and the little mouth mumbled, "Mom, you haven't seen Maomao for a long time. Don't you miss me? Mom... wuwu... Maomao hurts..."
Qingwu's eyes were wet, and she hugged the little man in her arms tightly, coaxing and comforting her, "Mom misses Maomao too, and she loves Maomao the most. Now Maomao, tell her where it hurts, okay?"
"My stomach hurts. I vomited all my lunch. I feel uncomfortable...Mom, Maomao feels uncomfortable. Mom, please don't leave..."
"If mommy doesn't leave, mommy will take the baby to see a doctor, and the baby won't feel uncomfortable..."
Ling Yansen leaned silently against the cutely decorated doorframe, her black eyes as dark as the sea, the lights in the room were warm, and her slightly hunched profile holding the child was very beautiful.
Passing her arm and looking at the person in her arms, he was slightly startled, his eyes no longer bright, as if he had fallen into distant time and space. After a long time, he closed his eyes and walked to the bedside to pick up the small pair of
Cute children's shoes, with a very calm voice, "I'll wait for you in the car."
Qingwu nodded and continued to coax Maomao. If she raised her head, she would definitely see something strange in his eyes.