Dinner was very late, and Quiet, who had always been well-behaved, sat at the dining table, holding a knife and fork, but did not want to eat.
I cried secretly and unhappily, as if I had suffered some great grievance.
Tangtang was coaxing him by the side, repeating in a sweet voice the various reasons adults had given him to eat obediently in the past. Her serious look really gave him a bit of majesty as an older brother.
It's a pity that Jingjing has a stubborn temper. If he decides something and there is no reason for him to waver, even if you say a thousand words or ten thousand words, it will be in vain.
No, Tangtang’s mouth was dry as she talked, Jingjing still refused to eat!
Aunt Zeng, the only maid in the house, felt more and more distressed as she looked at her. She wished she could go over immediately, hold this little guy in her arms and coax her. But looking at the master Mo Ji, his expression remained unchanged, and the distinguished guest who was the mother
Talking in a low voice, calmly not taking it seriously at all, Aunt Zeng had no choice but to endure it.
But that look in his eyes was so erratic.
He had already glanced at the two adults at the table several times.
The meaning is clear.
It's obviously saying, why are you two so cruel, how can you let such a cute little guy go hungry!
"Aunt Zeng, you should go and eat too. We will clean up here later."
Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by this resentful gaze, Mo Ji glanced sideways and gave Aunt Zeng a faint look.
Although her eyes were light and breezy, it really made Aunt Zeng break into a cold sweat.
Her lips trembled, Aunt Zeng didn't dare to do anything, she just glanced at Bao Jinghan quietly again, then turned to look at the cute little guy, and finally sighed helplessly and exited the restaurant.
At this time, Bo Jinghan, who had been waiting for the little one to dry, put down the tableware, looked solemnly at the two brothers sitting across from him, and lowered his voice: "Bo Juntang, don't worry about him, just eat your own. Bo."
Jun Jing, don’t lose your temper at the dinner table, especially at other people’s tables, this is the most basic etiquette.”
"..."
With red eyes, the little guy was sobbing and crying so sadly.
But they were all silent.
His teeth were biting his lower lip tightly, and it could be seen that he was holding back and not making any sound.
"Mommy, brother, he..."
"Bo Junjing, aren't you a man?"
Looking at Tangtang who was hesitant to speak, and then looking at Jingjing who was crying silently, Bo Jinghan had already softened his heart, and now he surrendered directly.
Turning her eyes, she smiled a little apologetically at Mo Ji, then stood up and walked around the dining table, walking to Jingjing. She stretched out her hand and gently lifted his chin, making him look at her: "Jingjing, tell me
Mommy, why are you crying and still at the dining table?"
Eyes hiding tears touched Bo Jinghan's eyes lightly.
But at that moment, he lowered his eyes.
The little guy seemed to be avoiding her gaze, but Bo Jinghan could clearly feel that the child was very sad, and his petite body was trembling slightly as he was sobbing.
"Jingjing, Mommy doesn't mean to blame you, she just wants to reason with you. We are guests at Master's house. Jingjing is a little gentleman, so we can't be rude, right?"
Suppressing the pity in his heart, Bo Jinghan took a tissue and gently wiped the tears on the little guy's cheek.
There was no blame in the gentle voice, only full of tenderness.
Probably because of this tenderness, Jingjing finally raised her eyes and looked at Bao Jinghan.
His little brows were furrowed tightly. After a long while, he seemed to have gathered up the courage, and then he murmured a somewhat broken word: "Dad... I miss my dad quietly..."
