After I was reborn, I fell in love with the cold and cruel boss

In the blink of an eye, Xiaomu and Qingbao turned four and entered kindergarten.

One day, when Sheng Xingli went to pick up Xiaomu and Qingbao from school, he found several marks on Xiaomu's face with fingernails, as if they had been scratched.

The two brothers and sisters sat still like old monks, pretending that nothing had happened, while the other was hemming and hawing, biting her pink and tender lips and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the brother's sharp eyes and gave up the words.

Swallowed it back.

Sheng Xingli noticed something was wrong, but he didn't ask any questions on the way home.

Instead, he waited until he got home before looking for an opportunity to call Xiaomu and Qingbao to the study alone.

The first person she called into the study was Xiaomu.

Xiaomu has a small face and usually looks cool to everyone, but when faced with his mother's gentle and beautiful face, he can't help but want to get closer to her.

At a young age, the little guy always has a particularly strong desire to protect himself, whether it is his beautiful mother or... his stupid sister.

Xiaomu's tight mouth relaxed a little unintentionally.

"Okay, Xiaomu." Sheng Xingli raised his hand and walked in with a medicine bottle, "Don't worry, mom doesn't want to scold you, I just want to help you treat your wound."

Without saying a word, the little guy felt his mother's warm hands gently touching his face, disinfecting the wound and applying some medicine.

The medicine stimulated the wound. Although it was very painful, Xiaomu did not blink or frown.

"Xiaomu is really a warrior." Sheng Xingli couldn't help but praise.

Facing her mother's thumbs up, Xiaomu felt embarrassed.

"Xiaomu, tell mom the truth, where did the injury on your face come from?"

Xiaomu said without thinking: "I accidentally hit it."

"Mom is a doctor, are you still going to lie to her? Mom can still tell the difference between a hit wound and a scratched wound."

Xiaomu bit her lower lip and stopped talking.

"Xiaomu, mom hopes you are an honest child."

Her mother's gentle attacks came again and again, and Xiaomu's psychological defense was crumbling.

"I won't lie to my mother anymore." Xiaomu took a deep breath and said, "I had a fight with Chen Dali at school."

"Why fight?"

"Because he said something I didn't like to hear."

Did you say something you didn’t want to hear?

Xiaomu is a young man, but he is a calm person. Because someone said something he didn't like to hear, he got into a fight with someone?

Sheng Xingli was a little worried, still wondering if Xiaomu was in a rebellious phase?

"Then what did he say?"

Xiaomu shook his head and firmly refused to say any more.

Seeing the stubbornness on Xiao Mu's face, Sheng Xingli didn't show anything after all. She just gently raised her hand and stroked the little guy's head.

"It's getting late, you go back to your room and rest first. If you have anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Xiaomu straightened his back and his posture was like a small pine tree.

He agreed to his mother's words, turned around and left without saying a word.

After Xiaomu left, Sheng Xingli went to Qingbao's room again. Unexpectedly, Tang Yuezhou was already lying on the bed holding the washed Qingbao.

The little guy is nestled in his father's arms and is listening to his father telling fairy tales again.

The man's voice was deep and deep, but also very clean.

The cute and innocent story came out of his mouth. Although the adaptability was not that high, Ke Qingbao blinked his big round eyes like black grapes, not to mention how enthusiastic he was when he heard it.

Seeing Sheng Xingli approaching the room, both father and daughter raised their heads in tacit agreement and looked in the direction of the door.

"Mom, come here! Come to Daddy's arms! It feels so comfortable when Daddy holds you!" The little guy's voice was sweet and he invited warmly.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been immersed in it since I was a child. My father’s love for my mother is clearly visible to me.

The atmosphere of a home affects a child's growth.

Growing up in such a loving family, Qingbao is happy and smiling every day.

Sheng Xingli chuckled and walked to the bed. Tang Yuezhou subconsciously hugged the woman's soft body.

"What did you just say to Xiaomu?"

Tang Yuezhou also noticed something was wrong.

Sheng Xingli did not answer, but directly turned the topic to Qingbao: "Qingbao, tell your mother, why did your brother fight with classmate Chen Dali at school today?"

"What?" Qingbao jumped up in surprise, "Idiot brother! Didn't he tell me in advance not to tell me about his fight with Chen Dali? I didn't say anything, why did he do it on his own?

I’ve said it all.”

Sheng Xingli touched the little guy's head and said, "Then tell your parents why your brother wants to fight with Chen Dali?"

"Hmph!" When Qingbao talked about this, he could hang a teapot from his pouted mouth, "Chen Dali is so bad, he said bad things about dad!"

Talk bad about dad?

But what Xiaomu said was, that male classmate said bad things about him?

"Qingbao, what's going on?"

"It was Chen Dali who said that my father was a bad person. He said that his parents had seen my father in the news before and said that my father had done many bad things and... he was even arrested by the police and imprisoned!"

Children's emotions always come on very quickly. Just a moment ago, they were laughing and gushing over their emotions, and then they were crying again.

"Brother and Qingbao's dad are the best dads in the world! They are not bad people!"

Hearing this, Tang Yuezhou's heartstrings were severely touched.

He opened his lips and wanted to say something, but Sheng Xingli's voice beat him to it.

"Xiaomu and Qingbao's father is a good father. Xiaomu and Qingbao should always love and trust their father, okay?"

"Yes, Qingbao will always love daddy, believe in daddy!"

"..."

Xiaomu and Qingbao are still too young, so some things cannot be explained too deeply for them to understand. As time goes by, when they grow up, they will be able to empathize and understand their father's situation.

I know how their father climbed over the thorns and walked step by step from the dark abyss to the bright sunshine.