The mind-reading baby became popular after taking his mother to participate in a variety show

Chapter 29 Mom Is Sick

She seemed to see herself in pain on the delivery bed.

Even so, when the baby was just born, there was a gratified smile on her pale face.

That was her baby, she was pregnant in October and was born after walking through the gate of hell.

But things backfired, and her baby ended up...

Sang He's thoughts came back, and the pain in her chest made her consciousness gradually become confused.

Seeing this, Mianmian took out the medicine from Sanghe's bag, and took another glass of water, "Mom, drink the medicine."

Sang He was silent for a moment before taking the medicine.

Seeing that Sanghe took the medicine, Mianmian ran to the bedroom with her calves again, and came out with a blanket in her arms.

"Mom, go to sleep, you'll be fine after you sleep." Mianmian walked to Sang He's side obediently.

Sang He stared at the glutinous rice dumpling, and his heart became more complicated.

Quickly looking away, Sang He's tone was very cold: "Yes."

Sang He lay on the sofa, but stared at the ceiling like that, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mianmian stood beside her with a wrinkled face, wanting to do something for her mother.

Those who are sick on TV have to eat, so she can also make something for her mother to eat.

Thinking of this, Mianmian ran to the kitchen and closed the door by the way.

Sang He's thoughts were racing, and he didn't notice Mian Mian's movements at all.

Xiaotuanzi was not tall enough, so he moved a chair, stood on the chair, and took out two eggs from the refrigerator.

I took the bowl from the place where the bowl was placed, but accidentally slipped my hand, and the bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

Mianmian panicked for a moment.

Hearing the movement, Sang He frowned, and walked to the kitchen impatiently.

After seeing the kitchen clearly, Sang Heli's face turned cold, "What are you doing?"

"I..." Mianmian clenched the corner of her clothes uneasily, as soft as a mosquito's sound, "I want to make something for my mother..."

Mianmian was so nervous.

She screwed things up again.

Mom must have hated her.

Sang He looked irritable, and his tone of voice was unconsciously fierce, "I don't need you to make things for me."

"Can you stop messing with me?"

Mianmian's eye sockets suddenly turned red, and her lips also shrunk down.

Mianmian clasped her slippers on her toes, staring at the white reflective floor, "I'm sorry..."

Just then, the doorbell was rang.

Sang He frowned, but went to open the door anyway.

"Grandma Sang, let me tell you..." Zhang Yang, who was standing outside the door, seemed to have been opened up, but in the middle of speaking, he suddenly saw Mian Mian standing in the kitchen with an aggrieved face, and suddenly changed the topic, "This What's the matter, poor boy?"

Zhang Yang walked in hastily while talking.

Such a cute little dumpling, everyone's hearts are melted.

Why are you crying?
"Little baby, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yang squatted down and looked at Mian Mian at the same level, his tone was very soft.

Seeing the shattered bowl at Xiaotuanzi's feet, he almost jumped up. He panicked and shouted, "Don't move, Mianmian. If it gets stuck, it will bleed."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang quickly cleaned up the debris with his hands and feet.

"Don't cry, uncle brought you delicious food, let's go and have a look?" Zhang Yang coaxed Mianmian patiently.

Sang He leaned against the door, his tone as cold as ever: "Since you like her so much, take her away."

Zhang Yang's eyes widened suddenly, and tears fell down in a hurry.

She raised her head, scratched her face indiscriminately, "Mom, don't chase Mianmian away, Mianmian will be obedient and will never make her angry again."

Xiaotuanzi begged cautiously.

This made Zhang Yang feel distressed, and he was even more angry with Sang He.

"You're living in the past, and you'll never get out!" Zhang Yang was full of anger, and what's more, he hated Sang He, "You don't deserve to be a mother!"

After all, regardless of Sang He's expression, Zhang Yang directly pulled Mianmian away.

The door was slammed heavily by Zhang Yang, and the huge house returned to calm.

Walking into the bedroom and sitting by the bed, Sang He's pale expression showed pain.

She can't forget her baby, and she really doesn't have the qualifications to be a Mianmian mother.

But, why does her heart still hurt so much...

Sang He smiled bitterly, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and found a bottle of sleeping pills from the inside.

She had had enough of this kind of torture day and night.

She wants to be with her baby as soon as possible.

Sang He held the bottle of sleeping pills tightly in her white hands, closed her eyes, and tried her best to restrain her emotions that were about to lose control.

In the car.

Zhang Yang looked at Mianmian worriedly, afraid that what Sang He said would hurt Mianmian too much.

"Mianmian, Sanghe, she..."

Zhang Yang still wanted to explain, but Mianmian wiped away her tears and said to Zhang Yang firmly: "Uncle, my mother is the best mother, I don't want to leave my mother."

"I will be more sensible and obedient in the future, and won't make my mother angry. Don't take me away, okay?"

Mianmian gently tugged at Zhang Yang's clothes, tear stains still hung on her porcelain doll-like face.

Zhang Yang had a sore nose, and after a pause, he said, "Okay, then uncle will take you to buy a cake, and go back to make mom happy."

Mianmian finally smiled happily: "Thank you uncle."

Mianmian chose an exquisite cake, and held it carefully along the way, lest the cake bump into bumps.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

……

Sang He opened the bottle cap of the sleeping pills and was about to pour out the pills when the doorbell rang suddenly.

Sang He's hand paused for a moment, and his expression was a little astonished.

Putting the sleeping pills on the bedside table casually, Sang He went to open the door.

At the door, Xiaotuanzi hugged the cake box and smiled sweetly at her.

Sang He looked a little unnatural: "Didn't you leave with Zhang Yang?"

"Mianmian went to buy cakes for mom, mom won't be sad after eating something sweet," Mianmian coaxed Sang He flatteringly, "Mianmian will never leave mom."

Sang He's heart suddenly trembled.

It was at this time that she realized how failed her previous approach was.

How could Mian Mian, who didn't know anything, bear her injuries?
Thinking of this, Sang He looked apologetically at Mian Mian.

"Come in." Sang He thoughtfully placed the shoes at Mianmian's feet.

Blinking her eyes, Mian Mian carefully asked, "Mom, don't drive me away, okay?"

"Well, I won't drive you away." Sang He was silent, and his tone softened unconsciously.

The mother and daughter settled their suspicions and walked back to the living room together.

He opened the cake box as if offering a treasure: "This cake is beautiful."

After finishing speaking, Mianmian turned her head and glanced at Sang He again, her mouth seemed to have been smeared with honey, "But not as beautiful as mother."

Sang He smiled lightly.

The cake was cut open by Sang He, and holding a fork, Mianmian tasted a little bit.

It melts in the mouth, the sweet taste fills the whole mouth, and the eyes are bright.

It's really sweet.

"Mom, can Mianmian sing you a song?" Mianmian tilted her head.

Sang He nodded slightly.

Mian Mian put the cake down, and the immature child's voice rang out in the next second.

(End of this chapter)