Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

"Don't cry, cookies for you."

Qingqing gave the last biscuit left to Anyuan.

"I said I didn't cry."

Obviously the eyes were red, but he was still refuting.

An Yuan squeezed the palm of his hand and gathered the bear biscuit in his fist, but carefully controlled his strength and did not crush this small biscuit.

Qingqing's well-behaved and sensible appearance made him pull out one of the few things about his younger sister from the depths of his memory.

At that time, An Ran hadn't lost. She was fighting outside and went home with injuries, scaring her younger sister at the time.

I thought my sister would cry away from him, but she did not expect to cry, but while sobbing, she gave him her beloved candy.

"Brother don't cry, Tangtang will give you food."

Even the comforting words, the child said almost the same.

So you little ones, do you only send snacks to comfort others?

But think about it, for children: snacks are already one of their most precious things.

Allowing them to give away their ‘treasure’ willingly is enough to see how important the person being given is in their hearts.

So he is also a very important person in the eyes of this child?

With a warm heart, An Yuan softened his face and said softly to Qingqing, "Thank you."

A small biscuit, like a clear heart pill, instantly washed Anyuan's anxious heart, and smoothed the burning anger a little.

Seeing An Yuan calm down, Fu Si would walk over, pat his shoulder in relief, and promised: "I will help you find someone."

After the brothers, An Yuan asked for help, and Fu Sijin would naturally not sit back and watch.

He really can't get any useful information out of his mother's mouth, after all, the current hardware facilities do not allow it.

But there are many other ways to find someone besides asking his mother.

It's also to blame that most of Anjia is a bunch of strange flowers in capitals, completely unreliable, and Anyuan, like him, has just entered a stable career, and his contacts are far from Anjia.

Otherwise, relying on the power of the settlement, as long as he finds someone at all costs, no matter how good his mother is, it is absolutely impossible not to find any clues.

"Thank you, and I was impulsive today, sorry."

Knowing the magnitude of Fu Sijin's promise, Anyuan, who has heard bad news for some time, finally ushered in good news.

"If you want to apologize, just wait for your sister

Treat me to dinner when I get it back. "

Fu Sijin hammered An Yuan with a punch on the shoulder, and An Yuan shook his body in coordination, causing Qingqing to mutter worriedly: "Ajin can't hit anyone!"

Looking at each other and smiling, the two brothers reconciled.

Seeing that it was late, An Yuan got up to say goodbye, and touched Qingqing's little head along the way: "Uncle is leaving, goodbye Qingqing."

Qingqing waved his small paw politely, and said goodbye to Anyuan with a milky voice: "Uncle bye."

Fu Sijin, who didn't see aside, twisted his face for a moment when he heard the word "uncle" in the two people.

"This is my little auntie." He reminded in a deep voice.

"What does it have to do with me?" An Yuan shrugged, spread his hands, and said bachelor: "To me, Qingqing is just an ordinary three-year-old child."

"You can roll." Looked an eyesore.

"Tsk, a ruthless man who turned his face." Pretending to be helpless, shook his head, and before Fu Sijin violently beat someone, An Yuan quickly wiped the soles of his feet to get away.

But as soon as he walked to the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something, paused, turned his head and said to Fu Sijin: "Right, I don't know if you have received the news, Bai Siya is back."

"Oh." Fu Sijin's expression remained unchanged: "She is back, what does it have to do with me?"

"Who knows?" An Yuan smiled indifferently, this time he really left.

"Why did he cry just now?"

Everyone is gone, the little guy is still struggling with this problem.

With a light sigh, even Fu Sijin couldn't help shaking his head for the best family of his friends.

"His sister is gone, she can't find it, so she can only cry sadly."

"Sister is going to school." Qingqing muttered in a puzzled voice.

How could it not be found?

It's a pity that the volume of her words was too low, and she was not within Fu Sijin's receiving range.

Lifting his watch to check the time, at 3:30 in the afternoon, Fu Si reminded: "Qing Qing, it's time, you should be going to take a nap."

Qingqing is not very willing: "I'm not sleepy, I don't want to sleep."

She didn't finish the building blocks, she wanted to play for a while.

But how could Fu Sijin, who had already seen through her careful thinking, agreed?

He got up and went to make milk for Qingqing.

Pour hot water at a suitable temperature into the baby bottle, and then add two spoons of milk powder to the required amount of water, close the lid, pick up the baby bottle and rub it in the palms of your hands.

From the first unfamiliarity, full of mistakes, and even the wrong order of milk powder and water, it is now as smooth as flowing water.

Fu Sijin didn't know how many times he had practiced secretly in private.

After making the milk, you have to test the temperature on your wrist. After it feels almost the same, you can give it to your child.

Let Qingqing hold the bottle to drink, while Fu Sijin walked into the lounge next door with her.

As soon as he touched the soft big bed, Qingqing automatically lay down, completely different from the person who said he didn't want to sleep.

Fu Si ignored her and went out and waited five minutes before coming in.

Sure enough, Qingqing had fallen asleep, still holding a baby bottle in his mouth.

After carefully taking the baby bottle out of her mouth, covering her with a quilt, raising the temperature of the air conditioner, and confirming that the child would not catch a cold, Fu Sijin went out lightly.

Although Qing Qing was only three years old, he was well educated.

This kind of goodness is not only reflected in personality and behavior habits, but also in daily routines.

She has a regular schedule.

Go to bed before 9:30 in the evening, start at 6 in the morning, take a nap from 3:30 to 4 in the afternoon, and sleep until you wake up at five or six for dinner.

This will ensure adequate sleep for young children to grow.

Unless something is delayed, her work and rest will not change.

It was almost half past five when Qingqing woke up on her own.

When I woke up, I looked for someone: "Ajin...Ajin..."

She already knew that Aunt Ding was going home to take care of her care, so she changed her words to call Fu Sijin, who she knew best.

No one responded, Qingqing yelled for a while, and seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she simply crawled out of the bed with humming.

With the experience of the previous few times, Qingqing is now a lot more proficient in her movements, and she can slide down the edge of the bed after a short slip, and she can stand on her own.

She slapped her short legs, rushed to the door to open it herself, but couldn't open it no matter how twisted it was.

Can't help but feel a little anxious.

"Papa......"

The little hand slapped on the door, Qingqing shouted, "Ajin Ajin...the door is closed..."

Halfway through the shot, the closed door was suddenly opened from outside.

A pair of fair and slender calves greeted the eyes, and up there was a fresh light blue skirt.

This is an unfamiliar woman that Qingqing has never seen before. She is not very beautiful, but she is also a rare beauty.

The most special thing is her feeling.

As gentle as a spring breeze, and as elegant as a clear moon, staying beside her will only make people feel extremely comfortable, as if any troubles in the world have disappeared.

Only now, there is a sense of sadness between the beauty's eyebrows and her eyes, which is slightly melancholy.

Especially when she saw Qingqing’s small face, her face suddenly became pale

For a moment, I don't know why.

"Pretty sister, who are you?"

Qingqing didn't understand the complicated look on the beauty's face. She was simply attracted by the other's appearance, and she had a good impression of them as soon as they met.

Children instinctively like all good-looking people and things, and show them straightforwardly.

"My name is Yuyu. I'm... your father's friend."

Even if the mood is depressed, Yu Yu is still very gentle when facing innocent children.

"Dad's friend?"

Qingqing tilted her small head, a little confused on her face.

When did Dad make friends with such a young and beautiful sister?

Are you afraid of being beaten to death by your mother?

Even if she doesn't get along with her parents much, Qingqing still remembers the excellent relationship between her parents.

Moreover, the two of them always warned each other not to get close to other men and women, otherwise they would do so.

I listened a lot, even the little Qingqing remembered.

"Sister..." Worried that her beautiful sister was beaten by her mother, Qingqing frowned in embarrassment: "Mom doesn't let Dad make girl friends. Can you not be Dad's friend?"

Children's unintentional childish speech is sometimes the most hurtful.

Yu Yu's pale face became more and more embarrassed. She seemed to have been hit hard, staggered back a few steps, and then couldn't help turning around and grabbing the door.

Qing Qing: "???"

Did she say something wrong?

It just so happened that Fu Si was coming back from outside and hit Yu Yu head-on.

He subconsciously clasped the opponent's slender wrist and said strangely: "Yuyu? Why are you here."

"Let go of me!" Yu Yu tried her best to break Fu Sijin's restraint, slapped him backhand, but she shed tears.

"I don't know how badly you deceived me before I come, stand-in? Child? Fu Sijin, you are so good."

Every time Yuyu said a word, he took a step back as if he couldn't bear the blow, and finally couldn't bear it, he turned around and walked away quickly.

Only a delicate but stubborn figure was left for Fu Sijin.

"Ajin, does it hurt?"

Qingqing hurried to Fu Sijin, paddling his toes, trying to check the injuries on his face.

After seeing the bright red five-fingerprint engraved on Jun's face, Qingqing's good impression of Yuyu instantly deteriorated: "How can that bad guy beat you? Qingqing doesn't like her!"

She stomped her feet angrily, but did not find that Fu Sijin was a little strange in silence.

"You and that woman broke up early."

In the memory, the indifferent and arrogant woman sat gracefully on the luxurious and comfortable sofa, with her delicate eyebrows frowning impatiently, and of course giving orders to him.

It seems that he is not her son at all, but a subordinate who only needs to be numb and obedient.

No, it was the puppet she held in her palm. She was never allowed to break free from the shackles on her body, and could only be completely controlled by her.