Chapter 2

Cheng Huan sighed.

In the memory, the relationship between the mother and the child is not good. The original owner deliberately ignored the child. The child is still small, has a small animal-like instinct, and usually does not go to the original owner to sticky.

But in the end, the mother and the child depended on each other, and even if they were beaten, the child still attached to the mother.

Cheng Huan took the child to his own room according to the clips in his memory.

The room is actually about the same as the attic, which is about five or six in total. There is only one small window that cannot be opened. There is a small bed of about one meter in the room, and some clothes are stacked on the bed, which does not look clean.

There was a smell of something spoiled and fermented in the room. Because airtightness was particularly stuffy, Cheng Huan only entered. Before he could find the root of the taste, the body began to protest against this environment.

The clips in the memory are a bit unreal. Cheng Huanyuan only thought that the room was a little small. When he came in, he knew how bad the environment was.

How could she have the heart to put a child in such a place?

Cheng Huan spurned the original owner again, and turned around and walked out of the room.

This house is small and can only be occupied by people. Apart from this, there is only the master bedroom. Cheng Huan put the child on the original master bed, only to remember that the child had not eaten or bathed.

As a four-year-old child, the little guy obviously did not have the skills to cook and bath. The original owner was annoyed that he would wash him only when he could not stand it.

Cheng Huan didn't know when the original owner bathed his son last time, just looking at the clothes on the little guy, the time should not be short.

No wonder she just smelled strange.

As a girl from the south, Cheng Huan couldn't bear to sleep without taking a bath. She bent down and pushed the little guy's arm.

"Wake up."

The child didn't fall asleep, and was pushed by Cheng Huan twice to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes. He saw Cheng Huan shrink back, pinch his fist, and watched her stubbornly without talking.

Cheng Huan sighed again.

She stepped closer and said with a soft voice, "You're dirty, I'll take you to take a bath."

The child still didn't relax.

She could not ignore it at first, but now she noticed that Cheng Huan couldn't bear the taste any more. She reached out her hand and hugged the person from the bed with a strong look in the eyes of the child's fear, and walked towards the opposite toilet.

The little guy was probably afraid of being beaten. Seeing Cheng Huan just holding him and no other movements, he gradually relaxed. He moved his head close to Cheng Huan's shoulders, his arms slowly raised, and he had reached his destination before he could wrap his shoulders. .

He was astonished to put his hands down behind his back, carefully peeping at Cheng Huan's face, afraid she would not be happy.

Cheng Huan was a little sad, he should be the most unscrupulous age ...

Thinking of this in her heart, the expression on her face was more soothing. Cheng Huan smiled and stretched out his hand and scraped the little guy's nose: "Open your hands and undress you."

Jiang Xingchen felt that the mother in front of her was a little different. She would not laugh when she took a bath, didn't talk to herself, and didn't want to see him.

However, he likes his mother who laughs. The mother laughs so much.

Cheng Huan has no experience in bringing children. It is also the first time to bathe a child. It is inevitable that he will mess around when he moves. Fortunately, the child is very good and does not cry or make trouble.

Jiang Xingchen stood barefoot on the ground, Cheng Huan squatted beside him, holding a shower in one hand and rubbing him with a bath towel in one hand.

The weather is hot and the children have a lot of activity. They sweat a lot every day. Over a few days, they have accumulated a thick layer of dust and dirt.

The little one was only four years old and his skin was very tender. Even if Cheng Huan controlled his strength, his body turned red after rubbing, just like cooked shrimp.

Jiang Xingchen lowered his head with curiosity, because Cheng Huan had a good attitude and he was bolder. He reached out and touched the particularly red part of his stomach.

"mom."

Cheng Huan reacted after he froze. He was calling himself, "Well, what's wrong?"

The little guy pointed at his stomach: "I'm red."

"Yes, you are red." Cheng Huan pulled up one arm and said casually: "Almost familiar."

"What is it?"

The little guy is only four years old, because he has been neglected and does n’t know much, Cheng Huan rubbed his arm and put it down, explaining to him: "It is edible when cooked, but it cannot be eaten raw."

She touched the little man's belly: "Otherwise, the belly would be uncomfortable."

"Then I'm done, can I still eat it?" Jiang Xingchen was curious: "Mom, am I delicious?"

The face of the little guy was washed clean, a face was pink and tender, and the eyes were large. Obsidian-like pupils occupied most of the area. The eyelashes were long and dense, the nose was small, and the mouth was small. Doll in the shop window.

Cheng Huan stirred an old aunt's scream in his heart, took a bite on his face, and then commented: "It's delicious."

The little guy was very happy. As soon as Cheng Huan stepped back, Jiang Xingchen who was brought in kissed him. The child's soft lips were printed on her face, making her heart soften suddenly.

"Mom, you are also delicious."

"Yes, we are all delicious." Cheng Huan patted him: "Come on the other side and wipe your back."

The little guy's front chest and back are dirty regardless of the degree of each other. Cheng Huan wiped almost every inch. After touching it, he felt that it was okay and then changed the place.

Cheng Huan has been squatting for a long time, and her legs are a little sour. She stood up and rested. When she crouched down, she saw a dark place on the waist of the little guy.

She thought it was dirty and got closer to find it was a birthmark. The birthmark was in the shape of a butterfly, very regular, as if printed on it.

Cheng Huan felt that this birthmark had been seen somewhere, but he couldn't think of it carefully, and thought that it might be affected by the memory of the original owner, regardless of it.

Wash the little guy clean, Cheng Huan cleans him and wraps out of the bathroom with a bath towel.

The child didn't have any clean clothes, and Cheng Huan didn't want to put those dirty clothes on him anymore, he simply left him bare.

She put the person on the bed, wiped her hair to dryness with a towel, touched his little face and said, "Don't run around on the bed, mother will make dinner for you."

The little boy's eyes brightened: "Is the star me?"

The original owner did n’t give a little name to the little guy, and the name was not so much when they got along with each other. It ’s you.

Cheng Huan was naturally impossible to learn from the original master, and felt that the full name was too unfamiliar. He simply dubbed it and acted as a nickname.

"Yes, the stars are you," Cheng Huan replied.

Seeing the excited little guy in front of her eyes, she remembered her little niece, who was obviously as old as her. The little niece was doing great things at home, but the little guy was happy for a name that was closer.

Jiang Xingchen's happy face was all red, and she was silly thinking of the name.

He got close to Cheng Huan, hesitated to lean over, and saw that he had not been pushed away, and boldly reached out to hug her waist.

"Mom," he said, "I am the star."

"Well, you are the star." Cheng Huan touched his hair and patted his little hand: "Okay, I have to cook, the star is hungry."

In response to him, there was a roar from the little man's stomach.

Cheng Huan laughed.

The little guy felt a little embarrassed. He let go of his mother's hand, and fell to the bed with a blush, covered himself with a towel, and determined to be a turtle with a head down.

"Don't cover your head, you can't breathe." Cheng Huan pulled down the bath towel a little and stepped out of the door in the sight of the little guy.

The original owner is not a living person. She doesn't like to cook, and she doesn't have much to eat at home.

Cheng Huan looked around in the refrigerator and found only a handful of noodles, as did a few eggs, vegetables and meat.

The ingredients are too simple, and Cheng Huan can't make any flowers. She fry two poached eggs and cook in a pot of water to prepare them.

After the water started, Cheng Huan reorganized the memory of the original owner.

The memory clips I saw before are from the past, and this time Cheng Huan found her current living conditions inside.

The original owner accompany Mr. Jiang overnight, and the two sides add up to nearly five or six hundred thousand. In recent years, she has had a child and has not worked. The money has been spent almost, leaving only the last thirty thousand or four thousand yuan in the card. The password for the card was the date of the night she and Mr. Jiang were.

It still seems not to give up.

Cheng Huan doesn't have that memory, and he doesn't know how good Mr. Jiang is so long that the original owner is so obsessed with it.

The water boiled, Cheng Huan lowered himself into the face, thinking about the mess while he moved.

The original owner looks good, and the son is not bad, but the mother and son don't look like each other, so the stars should follow his father who doesn't know the name.

I just do n’t know how much it looks like, will there be a birthmark on the cheap dad?

Cheng Huan thought and thought, the movement of his hand suddenly stopped.

Cheng Huan, Jiang Xingchen, butterfly-shaped regular birthmark ...

How does this resemble the content of a novel she has seen before? !!