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Chen Xiaoting nodded, "When Jingjing was waiting to enter the venue at the church, when I was about to enter the house to chat with Jingjing, the Third Young Master found me and told me to go back to Leyi Community to clean up everything and cook something for her Eat. I didn’t say anything else. I saw that he was talking in such a hurry, so he didn’t bother to ask. Chen Ze brought me back, and when the house was cleaned up, he was afraid that Jingjing would see that he was in a bad mood. I left. I will stay here to make porridge and wait for you to come back."

"Damn it!" Mo Bai kicked the glass coffee table in front of him viciously with his leg. Fortunately, the base of the coffee table is made of high-quality solid wood, which is relatively thick and heavy. Such a hard kick can only move a bit, and it will not make a ping-pong sound. sound.

"I think the third young master was not in a good mood at the time. He was in a bad mood and his face was livid. When he talked to me, his brows were always frowning." Chen Xiaoting explained.

After hearing this, Mo Baifei didn't feel comforted, his slightly thin lips curled up at one corner, and his Liuli pupil smiled coldly, "He heard that even if Ji Li has a huge reason and a huge grievance, he is not qualified to let my sister The face of the whole country is embarrassing at the wedding! If he does this, how will my sister look at others!"

Chen Xiaoting frowned, but didn't answer. [

She was not at the wedding scene, did not see what kind of scene it was, let alone what happened at the wedding, but seeing what Qin Jing did just now, she thought that Wen Jili wanted her to come back and wipe off all the decorations related to the wedding If you drop it, you know that the wedding scene must not be beautiful.

She silently put the dishes and chopsticks in. After washing them, she opened the door of Qin Jing's room, and found that she was already lying down, covered with a quilt, lying on her side, with her small cheeks sunk into the pillow, barely noticeable thinness.

Chen Xiaoting took a deep breath and called softly, "Jingjing, I'm Xiaoting, are you asleep?"

The person lying on her side on the big bed with her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering and slowly opened, looking at the person standing in front of her, from blurred to clear, she looked at Chen Xiaoting's worried eyes, flattened her mouth, feeling a little aggrieved He raised his hand hidden under the blanket towards Chen Xiaoting, "Xiaoting, come and hug me."

Seeing Qin Jing's grievance that a child couldn't eat candy, Chen Xiaoting felt a little pain in her heart, sore, she walked over, leaned slightly, and put her in the wrong position so that Qin Jing could hold her without pressing her down. Seeing her child, she said softly, "Idiot, give you a hug, give you a hug. After hugging, sleep well."

Seeing Qin Jing occasionally opening and closing her eyes, Chen Xiaoting patted her on the back, "I can't sleep, let me sing for you. When I couldn't sleep before, my mother would always sing to lull me to sleep. She sang and sang, I fell asleep."

Then, Chen Xiaoting slowly hummed the nursery rhyme her mother had hummed to her, while patting Qin Jing's back lightly, faintly, shallowly, to make the atmosphere of the room as calm and tranquil as possible, which is conducive to sleep.

Gradually, Qin Jing's breathing began to become longer, and the hand that was holding Chen Xiaoting slowly slipped down. Before falling into sleep, Qin Jing murmured "Mom" in his sleep. Yelling shook slightly.

She let out a breath slowly, and gently placed Qin Jing on the big bed. Looking at her sleeping face, Chen Xiaoting covered her mouth with her hand and took a breath, but in the end she couldn't stop the liquid filling her eyes. After the tears slid down, the tears behind were like water that opened the gate, flowing non-stop.

This woman was much stronger than them. From the beginning to the end, she never complained, let alone shed a tear.

The subconscious "Mom" made people feel sad.

Since she was a child, she lost her mother to help this woman withstand the rain, snow and wind and frost around her, so she has been clenching her teeth, relying on her thin body to shield and carry, gossip, cold-eyed and hot-eyed, all blocked by her, forging A body of copper skin and iron bones.

All the strength, forbearance or perseverance that can be forged, look so pale and powerless under the fragile dream of the bed.

Chen Xiaoting was shedding tears, looking at Qin Jing's face, with a dull pain in her heart, she really wanted to ask God, if such a woman can't be happy, who else in the world is qualified to be happy?