Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

Qingqing couldn't get too many things in one trip, so she simply ran back and forth, just like an industrious little bee.

Affected by her, Ningning also ran to Grandpa Gao and announced loudly: "Ningning also wants to help."

Before she finished speaking, she grabbed the bowl and spoon in her grandfather's hand involuntarily, and ran towards the dining table.

"You slow down, worry about falling." Grandpa Gao kept admonishing worriedly. Fortunately, Ning Ning held his hands firmly, and quickly put things away, and helped Qingqing set the dishes together.

The sensible appearance of the two young children caught the eyes of adults. Director Gao and his wife were almost relieved, and even the gazes they looked at Qingqing were much softer.

"They say good teachers and helpful friends. It seems that with Qingqing, Ningning can also learn to be sensible."

"Ningning is also a good boy." Fu Si Jin said smoothly.

The family even took two guests sitting around the dining table, eating dinner together lively.

To be honest, not only Qingqing, but Fu Sijin himself felt that this lively family atmosphere was very warm.

In contrast, their house is suddenly a bit big and too empty.

Because everyone at home is very busy, it is difficult for them to gather for three meals a day.

Don't think that an adult Qingqing is just a grandmother who stays at home all day long and has nothing to do. In fact, she also has her own business, but Fu Heng helped to take over those jobs after the accident.

Otherwise, he wouldn't become busier than before, and he even had to pull his eldest son over to help in advance.

Looking at Qingqing who was coaxed to eat by Gao's grandparents inadvertently, Fu Sijin's eyes gradually softened.

Since my mother became younger, it seems that the number of gatherings of their family has increased a lot, but they are usually busy taking care of Qing Qing, and no one notices it.

But invisibly, using Qingqing as a link gradually brought their family closer together.

So... the change of Qingqing was actually an opportunity to save their family.

Just like the movie that has been named "Lime's Salvation".

Although the Gao family is good, it is not the real home of Fu Sijin and Qingqing.

After a meal, and sitting for a while, Fu Sijin took Qingqing and left.

He called the driver at home half an hour earlier, and now it's almost time for people to arrive.

When he came downstairs, the Fu's car had indeed stopped at the gate of the community.

Fu Sijin walked over with a tired Qingqing.

Before reaching the door, the window automatically rolled down, looking at the inside

People, Fu Si was a little surprised: "Dad?"

"Well, get in the car."

Fu Heng opened the car door and signaled Fu Si to hold Qingqing in his arms.

Qingqing's eyelids trembled and fell, obviously sleepy.

Even if someone changed his arms, there was no response, but he moved a few times to find a more comfortable position in Fu Heng's arms.

He picked up the blanket on the car and covered Qingqing, Fu Heng patted her back regularly, and within a few strokes, Qingqing was really put to sleep.

"How is it going?"

He knows what his son is here for today.

Taking into account the inability to wake Qing Qing, Fu Heng's voice was suppressed very low, the low male voice with an elegant magnetism, the ears of Qing Qing who had not been asleep sounded itchy.

She closed her eyes and scratched her ears, and then the small hand was gently held by the big hand, and gently put it back in the blanket.

He hugged Qingqing like a baby and shook her, causing her to fall into a deeper sleep before the Fu family and his son continued the quiet conversation.

"Thanks to Qingqing, things are going well."

Fu Sijin sat next door to his father, looking sideways at the Qingqing in his arms, with a gentle expression: "I have finalized the investment details with Director Gao, and the contract can be officially signed the day after tomorrow."

"Well, I don't know anything about the entertainment industry. You have to take care of your career."

Fu Heng's group does not have companies involved in the entertainment industry. There are many real estate and physical industries. He is not the kind of person who likes to play, so he admits that he doesn't know another circle.

This has always been the case. Fu Heng respects every choice made by his children and will not interfere more as long as he does not violate the principle.

Of course, the premise is that the children themselves can afford the consequences of every choice they make.

Just like Fu Si is willing to open an entertainment company, Fu Si Shen opens an animation studio.

In fact, these are all areas that Fu Heng does not understand. He has no preference for them, but he can choose to respect them because of his son.

Unlike a wife...

Qingqing moved slightly, burying his head deeper into Fu Heng's arms.

Fu Heng patted her a few more times before continuing to think.

Unlike a wife, she always wants to pull her child to the ‘right path’ she thinks.

"Dad." Fu Sijin said suddenly.

"What?" Fu Heng raised his eyes slightly.

"Before I thought you gave me and my brother the absolute freedom because of trusting us, but today I suddenly have another idea."

I seem to feel that I have conflicting ideas

Too much, Fu Sijin suddenly couldn't speak.

"We are father and son, don't hesitate to say what you think."

Fu Heng decided to listen carefully to his son's voice.

"Dad, don't you think that your'laissez-faire freedom' to us, and the fact that you don't care about your mother, is actually a kind of irresponsibility to the family?"

"You seem to give us freedom, but you remove yourself from the family and wander around the house like a passer-by. Sometimes I wonder if our house... is just a temporary stop for you. Hotel?"

The son's non-stern questioning seemed to echo in his ears.

Fu Heng, who had returned home, sat silently beside the bed, the room was dim, and the cold moonlight poured on the ground through the window screens, stretching his lonely shadow infinitely.

"To hush...uncle..."

Qing Qing on the small bed kicked her feet and frowned uncomfortably.

Hearing the sound, Fu Heng immediately got up and hugged her to the bathroom, but unfortunately he was a step slower, making Qing Qing wet all over.

"Woo..." Qingqing's mouth was squashed and wanted to cry. She felt so embarrassed.

I also blamed her for drinking too much water outside today, and not going to the toilet when she came back at night, so that she almost wets the bed now and is embarrassed.

"Don't cry, just wash it if it's dirty."

Fu Heng comforted Qingqing softly while helping her take a bath.

Because he didn't anticipate it in advance, he didn't take Qingqing's change of clothes to come in either, so he could only wrap her with a towel and put it on the bed, turn on the light and turn on the closet by himself, and find Qingqing a new set of pajamas to wear.

Qingqing's clothes are placed in their husband and wife's large wardrobe, and there is a cloakroom next door, but for convenience, they still keep a few commonly worn items in the wardrobe.

Pieces of small clothes are neatly hung in the middle of the closet and can be seen at a glance.

Fu Heng didn't bother to look for it, just pulled out a set of Qingqing pajamas from the inside.

It may be that he took it too quickly, and he accidentally touched off the adjacent coat belonging to his adult wife.

Fu Heng squatted down to pick it up subconsciously, but unexpectedly found a stack of strange paper in the pocket of that coat, which seemed to be a piece of information.

Pulling out that piece of information handily, the bold title at the top came into view instantly.

--divorse agreement.

Fingertips trembled slightly, and reason prevented Fu Heng from continuing to read, but his hand had already turned to the last page.

In the signature column of the divorced parties at the bottom, Gu Qingqing's three upright and elegant fonts are clearly printed on it.

"uncle?"

Waiting in bed

After a long time, Qing Qing saw Fu Heng squatting on the ground for a long time and couldn't help but cried out.

As if he was suddenly awakened, Fu Heng immediately hid the divorce agreement, then took Qingqing's pajamas and turned around to put her on, and put people to sleep by the way.

It wasn't until Qingqing went to sleep again that Fu Heng returned to the place where he sat in the beginning, but this time, he had an extra divorce agreement in his hand.

"Do you also think... I don't belong to this family?"

"..." No one responded as expected.

Fu Heng didn't even think about seeking an answer now.

He slowly tore up the paper in his hand, turning it into pieces, and then swept them all into the trash can.

Qingqing, who didn't know anything about it, turned over, a sweet smile appeared on her little face, and she didn't know what she had dreamed of.

***

After getting up the next day, Qing Qing learned a bad news.

She has to go to the hospital for an injection!

To be correct, it is a child vaccine, but it is essentially an injection.

"I don't want it, I won't go, I won't get an injection!"

The excited little guy shook his head frantically and refused Sanlian.

"Qingqing, the injection doesn't hurt at all, trust me."

Fu Si tried to coax people, but on this kind of problem, no child would believe the adult's nonsense.

"Don't don't don't don't..."

Qingqing's small head was like a rattle, and his whole body was filled with resistance.

"You will get sick if you don't get an injection." Fu Sishen scared her with a face.

"You don't get injections, and you haven't seen you get sick." Qingqing retorted in strength.

"Are you going?" Fu Sishen gradually lost his patience.

"Don't go!" The little guy categorically expressed his position.

"If you don't go, you have to go!"

A hungry tiger rushing for food, weak, pitiful and helpless Qingqing was firmly grasped by Fu Sishen and stuffed into the car, no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

"Wow..."

The little guy cried, and the Fu brothers felt distressed, but this kind of thing really can't be compromised, otherwise it will be more difficult to take her to get an injection.

Every child has to go through this, no one is immune.

"I now know who you were so afraid of injections when you were young." Fu Sishen sat in the driver's seat and did not forget to expose his brother's dark history.

Fu Sijin, who was rushing to comfort Qingqing, darkened his face: "You can shut up."

Not afraid of injections?

As for laughing at his fear of injections when he was a child for so long?

"It's not that I want to laugh at you. You were crying loudest in the whole hospital at that time, and even the doctors were scared by you.

Fu Sishen: "..."

Had it not been for this **** to control the steering wheel, he would have been beaten to death by himself now.