Sikong Lingge glanced at his daughter and really wanted to calm down.
She was so restless that she could easily affect Xiaonuan's mood, making Xiaonuan afraid of worry.
Although the little girl can't quite understand what the adults mean, she can feel the adults' emotions-
Just now is the best proof.
She was irritated, and the little girl couldn't sit still.
But there is nothing to do.
Sikong Lingge tried it a lot, and kept taking deep breaths. His heart was hanging tightly there, and he couldn't calm down.
"Mimi..." Xiao Nuan lay on her lap with a worried expression.
"It's okay, Mommy is just waiting for someone."
"Dad?" asked the little girl.
"No." Sikong Lingge shook his head and thought hard about how to explain to his daughter.
"Mimi?" The little girl waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for the answer. She couldn't help but push her and urge her.
"It's nothing, not a very important person." Sikong Lingge thought about it before and after thinking, he decided not to tell his daughter anymore. She couldn't understand anyway, "Are Xiao Nuan tired? Do you want to go upstairs and take a nap?"
Sikong Lingge decided not to wait here.
The more you wait, the more anxious you become, and the nervousness will affect your daughter's anxiety.
"Mimi is going?"
"Of course." Sikong Lingge picked up his daughter, "Mommy went upstairs with you."
"Okay." The little girl nodded and obediently lay on her mother's shoulder.
Sikong Lingge walked upstairs with his daughter in his arms.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the kitchen and stopped.
"Mimi?" The little girl straightened her body and rubbed her eyes very cute.
"Do you want Xiao Nuan to drink milk first and then sleep?" Sikong Lingge remembered his daughter's habits.
"Yes." The little girl yawned, and was already a little sleepy.
"Xiao Nuan sits here and don't move, mommy goes to soak milk." Sikong Lingge put his daughter in the child chair first and told Xiaobai to look at it carefully, but then he turned around to get the bottle to soak milk.
After returning to the bedroom, Sikong Lingge's mood finally improved. He was no longer as depressed as before, and felt as uncomfortable as a huge rock stuck in his chest.
"Mimi." The little girl was holding the bottle and shaking on the bed, very cute.
"Huh?" Sikong Lingge took the pillow and placed it behind her daughter, so that she would not shake it too much and spill the milk out.
"Mimi, when will I have a younger brother?" The little girl stopped shaking her tumbler, with her big round and bright eyes, looking at her from a distance.
It was completely ineffective, and his daughter would suddenly ask this question, and Sikong Lingge was stunned.
After a while, I came to my senses, "Why... I asked this suddenly?"
Is it a coincidence?
Or is she too sensitive?
Why do you think that people around you are asking her about her child intentionally or unintentionally?
Sikong Lingge frowned, and a ominous premonition arose in his heart.
Damn it!
No, everyone actually knows that she is pregnant?
The more Sikong Lingge thinks, the more numb your scalp will become.
My hands and feet were cold, and there was a cold air in the soles of my feet, which kept drilling up and spreading to my limbs and bones...
"Auntie, she has a younger brother." said the little girl.