People come and go, he can't see the shadow of Mommy.
"Isn't mommy in the supermarket?" He said to himself, holding aunt Jin's hand and shaking, "aunt Jin, we've come to the wrong supermarket. Let's change it."
"What are you talking about? Aunt Jin comes to this supermarket every time. That's right." Aunt Jin is holding a basket in one hand and Ji Jingchu in the other. She is walking and talking.
Ji Jingchu is not happy, why can't he see mummy?
Did he remember wrong that mommy didn't disappear in the supermarket?
Just thinking about it, he saw a woman coming into the front door, with a simple ponytail. Her facial features were very beautiful, and some of her lips were up. Some of them were sweet and charming.
As like as two peas said, she must be mummy.
But why is there a boy about his age next to "mommy"?
"Mommy." Looking at them on the elevator, Ji Jingchu couldn't think so much. He broke away from Aunt Jin's hand and rushed after them.
"Young master, where are you going?" Aunt Jin ran after her and said, "young master, wait for me."
Ji Jingchu catches up with the elevator. Mommy is already in the middle of the elevator. She's going to the second floor.
"Little master, you can't go up. It's dangerous." Aunt Jin ran after her and cried.
At the beginning of Ji Jing's life, he just wanted to catch up with "mommy". His legs hurried up the elevator, and his body shook violently. He quickly put his hands on the armrest, and then he was steady.
When she got to the second floor, she saw "mommy" go to the children's supplies section and rush to it.
Blocking the way of "mommy" and the little boy, he put on a very cute gesture: "woman, you are beautiful, worthy of my father. Go, go home with Ben and be a mommy!"
The woman in front of her frowned slightly
"..." God! Whose child is this!
Standing beside the woman, the boy looked at the strange boy in front of him and said: "get out! This is my mommy, not yours! "
"I'm sorry..." aunt Jin finally came after her, worried about holding Ji Jingchu, and said to the woman in front of her, "I'm really sorry, this child is joking."