Chang Mian knew that Che'er was Chang Shang's cartilage, so he didn't stop her and let the nanny talk about Che'er beside him.
"Young Madam, you'd better coax the young master. Although children are small, their feelings are particularly strong. The young master can feel your mood and will be influenced by you."
"..."
Later, Chang Shang really got out of the quilt. There were no tears in the corners of her eyes, but her lips were bitten in several places by herself as if she were self-abuse, leaving them red and swollen.
Chang Mian looked at her lips and narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything. He just watched her sit up, hold little Cheche in her arms, and then put her head against little Cheche's head.
, rocking gently.
When she looked at him like that, it felt as if his eyes had been pricked by a needle, and he was shaking with pain.
"Go and freshen up before eating?"
Chang Shang didn't say anything, just hugged Che'er.
Chang Mian raised his hand, looked at her messy hair, and wanted to help her straighten it, but his hand was just about to touch her hair. This was usually just a habitual action, but at this moment,
She received obvious resistance.
Chang Shang tilted her head slightly to escape his hand, but Chang Mian's hand stopped in mid-air in astonishment, and she didn't know how to drop it for a long time.
Chang Shang glanced at him cautiously, her eyes filled with guilt for her subconscious evasive action just now, but...
At this moment, she really didn't want him to touch her body.
She didn't know how to explain it, so she could only purse her lips and say nothing, and looked at Chang Mian guiltily with her eyes.
She felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart.
Similarly, when she saw that her own reflection seemed to be broken in Chang Mian's eyes, Chang Shang quickly looked away, not daring to look at him again.
Chang Mian looked into her eyes, and seemed to be able to read something from them, but also seemed to be unable to read anything. He just sighed softly, stood up, and began to lay the dishes himself.
"No matter what, let's eat something first. I'll prepare the dishes you usually like in the kitchen. Be good, go wash your face, and we'll eat in the bedroom, okay?" Chang Mian whispered softly, not daring to speak too loudly.
, I feel like the Chang Shang in front of me is like a frightened bird. Compared to last night, it is the greatest gift that she can sit here so quietly and hold her child today.
"Don't you want to wash it? Then just eat it."
Although Chang Mian said this, he still went to the bathroom himself, wrung out the wet towel, took it and handed it to her: "Just wipe your face."
Putting little Cheche on her knees and letting him play by himself, Chang Shang finally took the wet towel from Chang Mian's hand and wiped his face. Just as he was about to put the towel aside, Chang Mian stretched out his hand again.
In his gentle voice, "Give it to me."
She didn't say anything, but obediently returned the towel to him.
Then she turned over, sat in front of the bed, and pulled the mobile table in front of the bed. She took the chopsticks, but found that she couldn't taste the food.
Little Cheche was particularly noisy and kept fussing around her.
Chang Mian came out and saw Chang Shang holding the chopsticks but not moving. He sighed again in his heart. Every move she made made him feel a kind of melancholy that could not be resolved. Chang Shang, tell me, what did you see?
What, and how can I heal your heartache?
He found that he had never encountered such a difficult thing before.