Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 951 The Storm at Salesian Hospital

Regardless of whether the child is from Chen Yanran's family or the two men's family, it has nothing to do with her.

She didn't need to worry.

"Look, there's a little baby there. It looks like he's not even one year old yet!" The fat girl pointed to the big tree not far away.

A baby about half a year old was sitting in an old-fashioned wooden stroller. It was said to be a wooden stroller, but it was actually just a few pieces of wood randomly nailed together. The wood underneath wasn't even sanded smooth.

Possibly due to malnutrition, the baby's hair looked a little dry and frizzy, and his small body was as thin as a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"Brother Zhuangzhuang has been here for a few months. He was quite young when he came. He is getting a little bigger." A little girl about seven or eight years old with two braids whispered.

When it came to being a little bit old, the little girl even made some good gestures with her hands.

"Then what does he eat every day?" The fat girl frowned, as if she was worried.

"The dean's grandma and Aunt Zhang will cook porridge for him every day." The little girl is not familiar with life and answers all questions.

All skinny.

At this time, the little baby under the big tree cried "Wow".

Liu Chunhua didn't want to talk to the fat girl, so she pulled Shen Zhihuan away.

These days, there are many children who drink rice soup because they have no milk, and he is not the only one.

Although the baby is dark and thin, his features and eyes are not bad.

The dean led the principal and teachers to visit, while the students from the foreign language department walked around and had a look.

Hearing what the little girl said, Shen Zhihuan looked at the tree not far away again.

"Does your strong brother drink some porridge every day?" The fat girl said with a look of pity on her face.

"Who sews your clothes?" Shen Zhihuan asked with a smile.

"If you can't stand it, just give him a few bags of milk powder!" Liu Chunhua didn't want to listen to her.

The patches are smooth and neat, and the stitches are fine. At first glance, you can tell that they have been made with care.

"Grandma Dean and Aunt Zhang." The little girl answered simply.

There are so many children in the Salesian Home, can the director take care of them?

"Not at the beginning. When Brother Zhuang Zhuang came, there was milk powder. The dean's grandma made milk powder for Brother Zhuang Zhuang every day. Later, when the milk powder was gone, Brother Zhuang Zhuang started to drink rice soup." The little girl explained.

Besides, it doesn't matter that milk powder is such a precious thing. Don't talk about milk powder. You can't even see the milk powder bag.

The children in the Salesian Home come in all sizes. The younger ones are about two or three years old, and the older ones seem to be fourteen or five years old.

She has grown so old and has never seen what milk powder looks like!
Where to get it? !

Although the clothes on his body are worn and patched, they are also clean.

The fat girl was instantly speechless.

If he hadn't been so thin that his cheeks were sunken, he would probably still be a cute baby.

"How can rice soup be nutritious! Such a small baby drinks some rice soup every day. No wonder she is so thin." The fat girl seemed dissatisfied.

Compared with the loud howl of the little guy, the baby's cry seems weak.

As a new mother, Shen Zhihuan really couldn't turn a blind eye.

Before she even got close, she smelled the smell of feces and urine.

Liu Chunhua, who was following Shen Zhihuan, was so happy that she vomited directly. Shen Zhihuan picked up the little guy and skillfully pulled down the little guy's pants that were stained with cake.

Maybe because of sitting down, the baby's buttocks and inner thighs were stained with sticky daddy.

The fat girl immediately vomited at the sight.

Several unmarried girls also had disgusting expressions on their faces when they saw him.

Shen Zhihuan, who was used to seeing little guys poop and pee, calmly directed the little girl to mix the warm water with water.

When Shen Zhihuan was washing the baby's bottom, a child took the initiative to bring the baby's pants.

The dark blue coarse cloth looks like the cheapest fabric at the moment. Even so, there are two patches on the palm-sized trouser legs.

When the dean accompanied the principal and teachers out, he happened to see Shen Zhihuan helping the baby put on pants.

Wearing a simple and fashionable white shirt with a pair of slim jeans, the youthful vitality on her face shone dazzlingly in the sun.

Aunt Zhang, who was busy in the house, also noticed what was going on here and hurriedly ran over to take away the pants and stroller stained by daddy.

The stroller was gone, and Shen Zhihuan could only hand the baby to the older child and quickly went to the well to wash his hands.

Knowing that little girls love to be clean, the dean trotted to her room and got a piece of soap that was not much bigger than a thumb.

"There's only so much, just make do with it!" The dean handed it over with some embarrassment.

Shen Zhihuan took it with a smile and thanked him softly.

The dry touch made Shen Zhihuan feel a little astringent. He couldn't tell what it felt like, but it was a bit dull anyway.

The soap was too small and difficult to use, and it was dry after not being used for a long time. Shen Zhihuan rubbed it for a long time before getting a little foam.

She scrubbed her hands carefully several times until the smell was completely gone. Then she shook the water off her hands and thanked the dean again.

At this time, the feeble crying of the little baby sounded again.

The dean trotted over and took the baby from the older child's hands. He patted the baby's back skillfully and coaxed him softly.

Perhaps realizing something, the dean whispered to the child beside him, and the child quickly ran towards the kitchen where white smoke was floating.

After a moment, the child turned back with a sad look on his face.

"Grandma dean, Aunt Zhang said that the porridge has just been cooked and it will take a while."

The baby may be really hungry, and its already feeble crying makes it look even more weak.

Seeing the baby's face flushed red from crying, Shen Zhihuan asked Aunt Zhang for a bowl and then found an empty room.

After a while, she came out with half a bowl of milky white milk.

The director immediately found the bottle that had only been used a few times and poured the milk into it.

The little baby didn't pick his mouth, just held the pacifier in his mouth and just gobbled it up.

"Obviously, you can just feed it directly, but you have to squeeze it out and put it into a bottle. After going back and forth, the milk has become cold. I don't know if the child will have diarrhea after drinking it?!" The fat girl in the crowd curled her lips and murmured in a low voice. .

"If you like breastfeeding the baby, go ahead! What are you talking about here?" Liu Chunhua really had enough of her.

What he said sounded better than what he sang. When he meant it, he kept silent.

"Liu Chunhua, did I tell you? Do you want to be arrogant here? Don't think that because your father is my father's superior, you can bully me at will. I tell you, if you dare to behave recklessly again, I will tell your father to go ." The fat girl clenched her fists.

A woman who has been sold by a human trafficker doesn't know how to have the nerve to go out. If it were her, she would have killed herself with a rope.

"If you're not afraid that your father will beat you up, you can go ahead and sue! You can sue all you want, but I'm really not afraid of you." Liu Chunhua snorted coldly.