Chapter 258

For Jiang Wangshu, Fu Yu'an may have not seen him for a long time, but for Yu an, he just saw him a while ago.

When I'm not in love, I can't feel the feeling that one day's absence is like three autumns. When I'm in love, I only feel that three autumns are few. It's the kind of miss that one day's absence is like several autumns.

He put his hand in his pocket, clenched his fist, and tried to restrain the urge to rush up and hug her.

Thin, as if a few days ago when the activity is even thinner, leaving a pair of bones, like the shelf supporting clothes.

Ling Ling wants to make room for them to talk alone, but Jiang Wangshu says, "by the way, I still have gifts here, for my son."

Two gifts, one is hers and the other is song Sirui's. when she introduced them like this, Ling Ling saw Fu Yu'an frowning.

In fact, Ling Ling has a lot to ask Jiang Wangshu about song Sirui, but due to Fu Yu'an's presence, she can't speak well.

She takes the gift from Jiang Wangshu and song Sirui, and is ready to go down to call Ji Cheng. Jiang Wangshu also follows. Fu Yu'an misses her to hold the baby. Ling Ling goes to the door and asks Jiang Wangshu to stay, "big brother is thick handed and thick footed, please help me watch, don't let him hold my son."

Then he closed the door and went downstairs without even giving Jiang Wangshu any chance to refute.

She turned around and saw that Fu Yu'an had already picked up the child, holding the child's buttocks in one hand and the child's head in the other. The posture was quite standard.

She sat down on the sofa near the door, feeling embarrassed. She didn't know what identity to say to him.

"What's your name again?"

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

Jiang Wangshu responded that he was asking the child's name. He said, "the big name is Ji Zhou, the small name is congee, and the small name is congee."

gruel just woke up, blinking two big eyes to look at the face of the people, mouth vomit one vomit, and soon spit out the mouth full of foam, pay to don't go to wipe, called Jiang Wangshu, "take some paper."

Jiang Wangshu took a few pieces of paper from the table. When he wanted to pass it to him, he found that he had no hand to hold. When he saw porridge, he could only wipe it by himself.

They were so close that Fu Yu'an could kiss her just by leaning forward. The impulse ran rampant in his body and finally poured into his head. When he was about to break through the confinement, he was oppressed again.

A window is open. The wind blows the beige curtain and Jiang Wangshu's hair. The hair is itching on Fu Yu'an's face.

He looked down at her and said, "thin."

Jiang Wangshu in the heart fierce a shock, on the hand slightly a meal, as if nothing had happened of the mouth, "thin not good?"? It looks good when you lose weight. "

"It's too thin to look good."

Her canthus a drop, again way, "not good-looking not good-looking, originally also long not good-looking."

Porridge looked at the two people in front of him. He couldn't speak and didn't understand anything, but neither of them paid attention to him. He probably thought it was hard to play without being teased. If he wanted to attract their attention, he had to cry.

Jiang Wangshu has no experience of taking care of children. He is at a loss when he hears congee crying. Fu Yu'an shakes his arms gently, looks gentle, and moves cautiously.

He is tall and big. The child is like a small toy in his hand. Jiang Wangshu sees that he coaxes the child seriously. He doesn't know why he suddenly feels funny and wants to laugh. He can't help but really laugh.

Give Ann a look at her, "what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing. I'd better go down and call Ling Ling. I just woke up. I should drink milk when I'm hungry."

He looked around the room and raised his chin to the table behind her. "There's milk powder."

When she just drew the paper, she saw the milk powder, but she couldn't rush it, so she asked him, "do you know the proportion? How much milk powder to put, how much water to use, how much to drink for him at a time? "

Fu Yu'an went over, put porridge on her chest, took out a piece of paper under the milk powder can and handed it to her, "aren't you his godmother? I don't know such a simple thing? "

This note was written by Ling Ling. I don't know whether it was written for the nanny at home or specially for her. What I don't know is that she thought she was leaving her children.

Jiang Wangshu flushed the milk powder according to the note. He was afraid it would be too hot, so he tried the temperature on the back of his hand. Fu Yu'an put the porridge back on the crib and handed the bottle to his mouth. He knew to eat it with the bottle.

Jiang Wangshu was lying beside the baby bed looking at porridge. He remembered that the first time he met him was in the video phone. At that time, he was just born and his whole body was wrinkled like a little old man. Although she didn't want to admit it, it was really ugly, but I'll see you a month later. It's already a shelled egg. It's lovely and smooth, which makes people love it.

She looked at Cong, Fu Yu an looked at her, greedy and eager.

"How have you been?"

He suddenly opened his mouth, Jiang Wangshu was stunned, and answered politely and officially, "it's very good."

"Really good, fake good?"

"It's really good. Why do I lie to you?"

He said with a barely audible "Ho," then why are you so thin? Busy at work? ""Busy." She said, "but no matter how busy I am, I'm not as busy as you."

"I'm busy." Busy thinking about you.

"Song Sirui is always with you. How are you

Jiang Wangshu is a thinker in his heart. The purpose of his question may be that he can't let it go, or it may be that he is eager to win. If she finds the next family before him, he will feel unbalanced and unhappy.

But for whatever reason, she decided to tell the truth, "no, no good."

He thought that most of her would annoy him by saying that they were together. He didn't expect that she was so honest.

Based on her honesty, he was in a happy mood, and his tone became light. "Isn't your mother very optimistic about him? That boy has been plotting against you for a long time. Why are you not together? "

Jiang Wangshu wanted to say that it had nothing to do with him, but when he asked, she felt warm. It was like that although they were separated, he still couldn't leave her in his heart and kept thinking about her.

People have a kind of bad nature, just like lovers, separated, one side always wants to put it down before the other, but it's better for the other side to never forget her, which is an affirmation of her and their last relationship.

Jiang Wangshu is such a kind of psychology now. She even thinks that she wants to let him know that she has never been with others since she separated from him. If there is nothing, she will give him the feeling that she still has him in her heart, but they just can't be together.

Because she really experienced this feeling, it is a kind of even unable to control their own sense of powerlessness, more than despair.