Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 509 Medicine
Song Rao held the little guy's white and tender wrist in his hand, and said to the child, "Mom didn't do it on purpose."

The little guy is still young, and at the age when he just started to remember things, he can't let the child see too many bad things. Besides, the little guy is dull and withdrawn, so he should pay more attention to psychology and education. In the eyes of the little guy, she pinched Fu Si Whether it is intentional or unintentional, she should have an attitude.

Hearing that his mother didn't do it on purpose, the little guy suddenly felt a lot better, and told his mother, "Wipe again."

Song Rao: "There will be medicine to rub, and the pain will soon be gone."

Unexpectedly, the little guy shook his head, then got up and sat on the bed, looked towards the door, and stopped sleeping.

"Baby is sleeping, and dad will apply the medicine himself. After applying the medicine, I will guarantee that there will be no pain when I wake up tomorrow." Song Rao hugged the little guy, trying to let the little guy sleep, but the little guy refused.

The little guy raised his little hand, pointed his little finger in the direction of the door, and then looked at his mother with a firm look.

Although she didn't bring much with her, she was born in October of her pregnancy. How could Song Rao not know what the little guy meant, but she couldn't agree. Wouldn't it be all in vain to care about it now?
"It's very late, Dad must have fallen asleep, baby go to bed first, wait for Dad to wake up tomorrow, okay?"

But the little guy shook his head, and even took his mother's hand, asking her to get up.

"Mom is very tired and sleepy. She wants to sleep. Let's go tomorrow, shall we?" Song Rao can only talk about himself, the little guy always loves her.

Sure enough, the little guy was quiet. He looked at the door and then at his mother. He didn't ask his mother to see his father, but he didn't intend to lie down and sleep either. He looked disappointed.

Song Rao continued to coax: "Is baby sleeping okay?"

The little guy looked at his mother, lowered his eyes, and looked at his little feet. He didn't speak, his thoughts and emotions were all written on his face.

In the room, let alone sleeping, Fu Sicheng couldn't sit still, and he didn't even bother to take a shower. He stood on the balcony and smoked one cigarette after another, and his hands and wrists holding the cigarettes were red.

Staring straight at the balcony next door, he paced impetuously from time to time, wondering if Song Rao and the child had slept.

Song Rao would leave soon after dawn. For the first time in three years, Fu Sicheng prayed for longer nights and slower time so that he could find a way to keep her.

I don't know if it was a mistake or the wind, it seemed that someone was knocking on the door of his room, Fu Sicheng reluctantly went to listen, and there was indeed someone outside the door, it was soft, knocking on the door, not like an adult knocking on the door.

Fu Sicheng's mood was in a mess, and he subconsciously thought that Fu Chuchen was outside endlessly, so he didn't intend to care about it, but Fu Chuchen was obviously thick-skinned, so Fu Sicheng stepped out of the balcony.

Furiously, he opened the door vigorously. The little guy still raised his small hand when he knocked on the door. Fu Sicheng didn't react for a while when he saw the mother and child, one big and one small at the door.

The little guy pursed his lips and smiled shyly at his father as a greeting. Fu Sicheng came back to his senses, and quickly hid the cigarette behind his back for fear of fuming the child.

"Baby." The one who yelled was the child, and the one who looked at Song Rao, and he didn't know how many people called the word "baby".

Looking at Song Rao who came knocking on the door suddenly, Fu Sicheng couldn't imagine what she would do to him, but seeing her holding the child, the only possibility he thought of was that she was going to leave.

So Fu Sicheng hurriedly assured her: "I really won't enter your room again, you take the child to sleep peacefully, can you leave tomorrow? It's very late."

"Have you got your medicine?"

Song Rao didn't look at Fu Sicheng, who thought he was going to leave and became anxious and even flustered. His heart was as heavy as a boulder, but he restrained his emotions and asked indifferently.

It's not about leaving, but about caring. Fu Sicheng couldn't turn back from the two poles for a while, so he replied with his brain's own consciousness: "...It's not serious."

"Did you take the medicine?" Song Rao asked again.

(End of this chapter)