[69 Book Bar - www.] "Oh, let me tell you, this wound is quite deep. Come to my room and I will bandage it for you!" Sister Zhang grabbed her hand and inspected it carefully.
It was not big but very deep, and blood was still pouring out of the wound.
"Then I'm sorry to bother you!" Ling Chuchu endured her heartache and smiled at her, but she didn't know that it was too forced, and her smile was uglier than crying.
After Sister Zhang gave her the medicine, Ling Chuchu sat in Sister Zhang's room for a while. It wasn't until Dongdong looked around anxiously for her that she gathered her mood and walked out.
"Mom, I thought you were gone again!" Dongdong hugged her tightly and kept rubbing her cold cheek, "Mom, why is your face so cold? Are you very cold? Dongdong
Can I keep you warm?"
Dongdong said, putting his two hot little hands on her face, trying to warm her cold cheeks, Ling Chuchu grabbed his hand, "Dongdong, mom is not cold, mom will sleep with Dongdong tonight
,OK?"
"Of course!" Dongdong clapped her hands happily, hugged Ling Chuchu's neck and kept kissing her.
"No!" A cold male voice sounded, and Feng Xijue strode down the stairs with an unhappy and determined tone!
Dongdong was frightened by him again, her little body kept burrowing into Ling Chuchu's arms, and her hands hugged her neck tightly.
Ling Chuchu didn't even look at the man who came down from upstairs. She carried Dongdong to the living room and sat down, patting his back gently, "Don't be afraid, Dongdong, mom can't accompany you tonight.
How about this, mommy waits for you to fall asleep before leaving? Mommy will tell you a story!"
Although Dongdong was reluctant to let go of her mother, she didn't want to embarrass her, so she timidly raised her head and asked, "Can mom sing the song that she sang to Dongdong last time? That is the most beautiful song I have ever heard.
Sing!"
"Of course! As long as Dongdong wants to hear it, mom will sing it for you!" Ling Chuchu replied in a soft voice.
"Then Dongdong still wants to listen to the story!" Dongdong immediately showed a smile on his face, thought for a while and said.
"Okay, what story would Mom tell Dongdong today? How about the story of Snow White?" Ling Chuchu thought for a while, and at the same time nuzzled his little nose affectionately.
"Okay, Mom, let's go back to the room, I want to hear it now!" Dongdong danced happily, holding her hands tightly around Ling Chuchu's neck, hanging on her body like a little monkey.
Feng Xijue looked at the two people sitting on the sofa having a warm conversation with gloomy eyes. There was an unknown anger in his chest. Could it be that they regarded themselves as air!
Just as he was about to get angry, someone grabbed his shoulder. Si Zhehan shook his head at him in disapproval, but he threw his arm away fiercely. He snorted coldly and went upstairs in displeasure. He stepped on the stairs.
It must be "kick, kick"!
As soon as Feng Xijue left, Ling Chuchu's eyes immediately dimmed. Dongdong seemed to feel her sadness, and stopped talking, but held her hand tighter!
"Chuchu, actually Jue just..." Si Zhehan wanted to defend Feng Xijue, but was interrupted by her, "It's very late, Dongdong is also tired, I'll take him back to the room to sleep!"
After she finished speaking, she hugged Dongdong and walked up the stairs!
Si Zhehan sighed heavily helplessly. What Feng Xijue just said was indeed too hurtful. How can any woman tolerate other men treating her like this? It is normal for Chu Chu to be angry. This also shows that in her heart,
Care about Yi Jue!
"...In the end, Princess Snow White and the prince lived happily together!" Ling Chuchu gently held Dongdong's little hand and finished the story.
Dongdong opened a pair of unfocused black eyes, with curiosity shining in them, "Mom, Dongdong also wants to be a prince and save Snow White, is that okay?"
"Of course, our Dongdong is a little prince! We will also meet a beautiful Snow White in the future!"
"But, mom, I can't see! Can't the little prince also see?" Dongdong continued to ask like a curious baby.
"The little prince can see, and Dongdong can see too! As long as Dongdong's eyes are operated on, he can see!" Ling Chuchu felt a pain in her heart and gently rubbed his hair.
"Really? Can I see my mother then? I want to be the first to see my mother when I can see her, is that okay?" Dongdong sat up excitedly, with a happy smile on his face.
.
"Of course! Then Dongdong can not only see his mother, but also the red sun, the blue sky, the green grass, and the colorful flowers..." Ling Chuchu held his hand and imagined, with a smile on her face.
Always with a soft smile.
"Long live, I want my mother to watch it with me! Mom, Dongdong wants to listen to music. When Dongdong dreams, she can hear her mother singing every time. It's really nice!"
"Then mommy will sing to you now!" Ling Chuchu cleared her throat, her pink lips slightly opened, and her beautiful singing voice hovered in every corner of the room, "The moon is hazy, the birds are hazy, the fireflies are shining in the night sky, the mountains are hazy, the birds are hazy, the autumn insects are humming in the flowers
The night is hazy, the evening breeze knocks on the curtains and the lights are hazy, people are hazy and I hope to dream together..."
Her voice is very sweet and pleasant, just like a clear spring flowing into people's hearts instantly, making people feel comfortable.
When Ling Chuchu dropped the last note, Dongdong had already fallen asleep, with a satisfied smile on her young face. She gently took out her hand that was held by him, and then carefully covered him with the quilt.
She pressed another kiss on his forehead, said good night to him, then turned off the light and reluctantly walked out of the room.
Feng Xijue leaned against the wall, holding half a cigarette in his hand. The emotions in his black eyes flickered. Ling Chuchu didn't expect that he would be here. She was startled by him and almost screamed. Fortunately, even though she covered her head,
Cover your lips!
"Can you also sing this song?" He looked at her and asked softly!
Ling Chuchu put down her hand and nodded mechanically. This song was often sung to her by her mother when she was a child, so she has already known how to sing it, and often sings it to Zi'er.
Feng Xijue wanted to say something else, but seeing that she kept her head lowered, she could only spit out three words dryly, "Go back to the room!"
Then he threw the cigarette on the ground angrily, extinguished it, turned around and strode towards his room.
Ling Chuchu followed him obediently, without any change in the expression on her face. She knew now that she still owed him four nights, and she would pay it off. She didn't want to owe anyone anything.
