Crossing the Book: The Vicious Female Supporting Woman Was Whitewashed by Fighting with the System

Seeing that Xiaohua hesitated for a long time and then walked towards Zhao Ling, everyone in the live broadcast room became anxious.

Qi Shu's heart was also in his throat, and veins appeared on his already pale neck due to exertion.

But unexpectedly, when Xiaohua walked up to Zhao Ling, Zhao Ling just said: "Go to the kitchen and ask your sister Xiaohe to get a basin of water. Mom will wipe your face."

Xiaohua was also a little surprised, but she still went on in a confused manner.

Qi Shu felt slightly relieved, but stared at Zhao Ling coldly, wanting to see what tricks she was going to play.

Zhao Ling leaned against the door, folded his arms and said, "Qi Xiucai, are you going to make peace?"

Qi Shu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zhao Ling said cheerfully: "My mother said that you are well-behaved and obedient, and that you have a soft-tempered personality that is known to people from all over the world. Why don't I think so?"

Qi Shu's eyes flashed slightly, but he just closed his eyes and refused to communicate with Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling's eyes paused on his face for a few seconds before looking away.

The water was brought out by Zhao Xiaohe, and the little girl frowned. After putting down the basin, she glared at Zhao Ling before returning to the kitchen.

Zhao Ling waved to Xiaohua: "Bring me a small bench for my mother."

Children like to be ordered to work, especially when their usually indifferent mother interacts with her, which makes Xiaohua particularly happy.

Without even nodding her head, she immediately dragged a small wooden stool over.

Zhao Ling slowly sat down with his support on the wall, bared his teeth for a while, and then called Xiaohua: "Come here."

Xiaohua came very quickly this time.

Zhao Ling soaked the rag and carefully wiped her face, including her nose.

But during this process, her delicate face turned into a wrinkle due to disgust.

Xiaohua was very happy. It was the first time in her life that she felt such a gentle mother. She felt as if her heart was about to fly with joy.

Zhao Ling washed the child's face and threw away the rag.

She didn't want to keep something stained with snot in her hands for a moment.

Xiaohua, on the other hand, raised her head, blinked her big eyes, and said with a sweet voice, "Mom, that's Huahua who washes her face."

"It's so dirty." Zhao Ling frowned and said, "When mother gets rich, I'll give you another handkerchief."

What good things can be made from rags cut from old clothes?

The child couldn't tell that her mother was drawing a pie, so she immediately happily agreed.

Zhao Ling saw that after she washed her face, she was white, tender and quite cute. He immediately came up with an idea and said, "Turn your back and Mom will tie your hair into pigtails."

Xiaohua's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands excitedly: "Okay, okay."

She turned her back very obediently, and arched her little buttocks, directly into Zhao Ling's arms.

It was probably the first time she was so close to her mother, so she turned her face sideways and glanced at Zhao Ling secretly.

Zhao Ling stiffened for a moment, but seeing that the little girl was quite well-behaved and cute, he finally resisted letting her get up.

Twist braids are easy to braid, but Xiaohua’s hair is difficult to comb.

Zhao Ningning was not a qualified mother, and Qi Shu was not a healthy father, so the task of raising the child fell on Liu Wenhui.

But Liu Wenhui is a healthy person whose limbs are no different from those of a disabled person.

She doesn't know how to cook or do housework, or even wash her child's face or comb her hair. Zhao Ling probably hasn't combed this child's hair for a month, let alone washing it.

The Qi family's comb had broken teeth and was not easy to use, and Xiaohua's hair was dirty. Zhao Ling could only hold back her discomfort and comb it open with her hands.

After braiding two small braids and tying them into two small knots, Zhao Ling let out a sigh of relief and quickly dipped her hands into the water.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was silent for a long time, and then started arguing again.

[Well, I really don’t understand Zhao Ningning’s operation]

【Is it possible that you have changed your ways?】

[Come on, her dislike of the child is so obvious, some people just pretend not to see it]

[But let’s be honest, she did wash the child’s face and comb her hair, right? 】

[What? As a mother, shouldn’t she take care of her own children? 】

【Wow, someone is washing the floor here?】

[She didn’t fulfill her motherly responsibilities first, right? Can she make her hair white just by combing it? 】

[Don’t wash it off Ning fans, you are as black as crows in the world]

[Anyway, I, Bitch Zhao, will be a black man all my life! 】

[Hey, I will continue to report backhand and wait for the live broadcast room to fall out of the top 50 popularity]

【……】

Xiaohua stretched out her hand, touched two little ones, and jumped up happily.

"It's so beautiful. Daddy used to give me little piercings."

Zhao Ling was still washing his hands when he heard this and said in surprise: "Does your father still have this skill?"

When Xiaohua talked about her father, she raised her head very proudly: "Yes, daddy will wash Huahua's face and comb her hair, and he will also sew beautiful clothes for Huahua."

Zhao Ling's eyes widened in shock.

Incredible, this is still an all-around young talent?

She took back her hand and shook the water drops, then turned to look at Qi Shu in the room.

Qi Shu happened to look here with gentle eyes. After their eyes met, he immediately turned cold and closed his eyes.

Zhao Ling: "...cut!"

It seemed like someone wanted to communicate with him.

Zhao Ling looked away and directed Xiaohua: "Pour down the water and ask your sister Xiaohe when she will have dinner. Mom is about to starve to death."

Xiaohua blinked her eyes and nodded.

Then he bent down, stuck his butt out, and dragged the basin to the side in a cute and cute manner.

Zhao Ling said "yo", "You're so smart!"

Unexpectedly, just after the praise was finished, the little flower accidentally planted directly into the pot due to excessive exertion.

Zhao Ling: "!!!"

There was a splash of water in the basin.

The little girl's head, which had just been braided, was completely immersed in the water.

She stuck her butt out and put her hands in the basin. It took a lot of effort to raise her head. However, the little face she had just wiped clean was full of water.

The lanugo hair on the forehead was stained with water drops and hung down, looking cute and pitiful.

Probably because she was caught off guard, her big eyes were glazed over and she looked a little confused.

Zhao Ling was initially startled, but now he saw the little girl looking at him with wet eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Recalling the scene of the little girl falling upside down into the basin, Zhao Ling's laughter became more and more unrestrained, which made Qi Shu, who was watching the whole process in the room, completely darken his face.

On the contrary, this little girl actually wanted to cry.

Seeing her mother laughing all the time, she also started laughing for some reason.

Live broadcast room:

【Hahahahahahahahahaha】

[I'm sorry to my family, although I hate Zhao Ningning, Xiaohua is really funny]

【So cute hahahahahaha】

[Hahahaha, I really laughed out loud at that scene just now]

[A new emoticon pack is born hahahahaha]

[Look at Xiaohua’s braid]

[I’m laughing so hard, why is this braid still rising to the sky after being soaked in water!]

[No one said that Zhao Ningning is irresponsible? She just laughed when her child fell into the water]

[Neither pink nor black, that’s what my mother looked like when I fell into the footbath]

[I agree with you upstairs, my mother always smiles first before taking pictures]

[Zhao Ningning is indeed a biological mother, a cruel and ruthless biological mother! 】