Qi Anran didn't know the child's anxiety, but she could read the loss and sorrow hidden behind the timidity of the child.
Unconsciously recalling the scene when she first arrived at Qi's house in her mind, why didn't she at that time yearn for someone to treat her kindly?
Taking her out of the darkness and pain of losing a loved one, it made her feel that she was no longer alone, no longer so lonely.
Unfortunately, no! Not only did it not, the people around them even wanted to push her into a deeper hell!
Qi Anran was immersed in the memories full of black and pain, and for a while, he forgot to respond to the child's plea.
Ye Zhaoyang waited for a long time and didn't wait for Qi Anran to speak. He thought that Qi Anran was angry because of his "acceptance", and the hand holding the storybook tightened subconsciously, lowering his head slightly and muttering: "No... can't it? "
Qi Anran woke up like a dream. Seeing the child's head almost to his chest, the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise a shallow smile. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his little head and said, "Why not? My sister just... just... Some envy."
"Envy?" The child looked up at her suspiciously.
"Because my elder sister never heard my father tell a story to her elder sister when she was young."
As soon as the child heard Qi Anran's words, he couldn't help but grow his mouth wide. He was so surprised that it took a long time before he mustered up his courage and took the initiative to pull Qi Anran's sleeves and said, "That... Then I will tell you. Listen to my sister."
Qi Anran was startled, the smile on his face could not help but deepen a bit, stretched out his hand to hold the child's little fleshy hand, and said joyfully: "Okay, then you have to talk carefully."
"Hmm!" The child became more fighting spirit when he heard Qi Anran's words, and followed Qi Anran into the house with enthusiasm.
Silently thinking about how to tell Qi Anran the stories that his father had told him before, completely forgetting that he was only wandering outside the door not long ago, for fear that Qi Anran would ignore him.
Ever since, after Huo Yizhen had difficulty dealing with the mess of the military department remotely, he finally had free time and hurried back to the bedroom enthusiastically.
What I saw was the scene where my newly-baked adopted son and my wife were leaning against the bedside, and there was a story book spread out in front of them.
At that time, the child was telling Qi Anran a bedtime story in his crisp little milk voice: "Once upon a time, there was a lovely little girl, her name was Little Red Riding Hood."
Huo Yizhen: "..." What's the situation?
Qi Anran was the first to discover Huo Yizhen, and looked up at him with some discomfort. This guy really didn't understand what knock on the door, so he broke in like this. What if the child grew up and followed him?
Huo Yizhen, who was plainly glanced, said: "..." Who did he provoke? How long did it take to leave, how do you feel that your status in this family has plummeted?
Major General Huo, who was trying to find a sense of existence for himself, cleared his throat and pretended to say, "You are..."
"Telling a story." Qi Anran raised his head and gave Huo Yizhen a look.
The face "Don't you have eyes? You can't see it." The expression almost didn't make Huo Yizhen vomit blood.
Huo Yizhen's face was blue and white, and white and blue. After finally swallowing the blood, Qi Anran added: "Leave him alone, continue talking. Where did we just talk?"
Puff...Major General Huo, who realized that he was not just a family status, and even the right to speak was beginning to falter, this time he really wanted to vomit blood!