Qian Xiaojiu couldn't help but laugh. Why was her cute baby already afraid of having sex with his father?
She couldn't help but hug Chengcheng into her arms, but Chengcheng looked up at her mommy's face in a cute way: "Mommy, can you smile more in the future? This is so beautiful..."
The smile on Qian Xiaojiu's face froze. Did she... laugh?
"Mommy, you cry, Chengcheng is sad. Dad is sad. Mommy, we love you." Chengcheng stretched out his little hands and hugged Qian Xiaojiu's shoulders tightly, patting her back again and again, like
It's like comforting.
Qian Xiaojiu's eyes suddenly turned red. It turned out that everyone in Chengcheng knew it. He knew how the adults were feeling, and even knew that his father was also sad.
"Chengcheng, tell mommy, what do you think of daddy?" Qian Xiaojiu couldn't help but ask, touching Chengcheng's head. After all, this is the first time he has seen his dad since he was born, and he
It seems that he also longs for someone with such a status to be by his side, but Qian Xiaojiu hasn't had time to ask him how he feels.
"Like a rainbow." Chengcheng said it without thinking.
"Rainbow?" Qian Xiaojiu wondered why it was such an adjective.
Chengcheng shook his head again. After all, he was only three years old, so he couldn't express his feelings more appropriately or accurately. He just reached out and grabbed it, and then smiled.
Qian Xiaojiu thought about it and understood it in her own words: "Isn't it that it feels very beautiful and can't be grasped, but it actually tastes a little sweet?"
Chengcheng nodded again.
"Mommy, will daddy leave again?" Chengcheng raised his head and asked innocently.
Qian Xiaojiu shook her head: "No. Never."
No matter what hardships she encounters, she will never flinch, fear or hesitate again. She will always be by their father and son's side.
*
Qian Xiaojiu was still awakened by the sound of Helian Qing getting on the bed. She opened her eyes, and the dim light on the bedside illuminated a tall figure beside the bed. She took a closer look and saw that he was back.
She looked at the time and saw that it was already one o'clock in the evening.
"Are you back?" she asked softly and sat up.
He Lianqing had already finished taking a bath and changed clothes next door. Unexpectedly, he still woke her up, so he simply stopped walking lightly. He sat on the bed and hugged Qian Xiaojiu into his arms: "Yeah. I miss you."
Qian Xiaojiu turned around and carefully glanced at Heliancheng who was sleeping next to her, then pushed Helianqing and said: "Be gentle. You can sleep over there, and we will guard his side."
Although He Lianqing wanted to sleep with Qian Xiaojiu more, he no longer insisted after seeing her serious order, and even lay down on the other side of the city.
Both of them lay down. Qian Xiaojiu gently placed her hand on Chengcheng's chest and pulled the quilt. Looking at the faces of their father and son, her heart felt warm.
"Aqing. Chengcheng likes you very much." Although Chengcheng didn't admit it personally, she could feel it.
Helian Qing looked down at her son's angelic sleeping face and smiled: "Of course, I am his father, of course he will like me."
Qian Xiaojiu looked helplessly at the ceiling. He was so narcissistic! Although what he said was true, he completely ignored the objective fact, that is, although they were father and son, they had only met for a few days.
"Mao'er. I've thought about it." He Lianqing didn't care about the ridicule on Qian Xiaojiu's expression. She stretched out her hand to hold Qian Xiaojiu's hand on her son's body, held it tightly, and answered her afternoon question: "About
You said before that if you want anything from Xunbu, I will give it to you."