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Chapter 17 Crayon Shin-chan

After Mrs. Su was settled, Su Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go to the front yard with Xueqing to see what other assets the Su family had, when two maids came in holding a child whose face was blue from crying.

As soon as the servant girl saw Su Yuanqing, she ran over and shouted: "Miss San, take a look at Bao'er, he has been crying and fussing since the young lady left Bao'er yesterday, and he didn't sleep all night. After drinking porridge, I only fed two spoonfuls and started crying again, no matter how coaxed, I couldn’t stop, no, I lost my anger, and my face turned blue!"

Before Su Yuanqing could speak, Xueqing called out: "Then why don't you hurry up and ask for a doctor, what's the use of looking for Miss San?"

The servant girl said anxiously: "Don't you want money to find a doctor? Young Madam's brother has taken away all of Young Madam's dowry, and also searched all the valuables in the house. How can we have money to ask a doctor? No, there is no other way." Bring me here and ask Third Miss what to do!"

Xue Qing sneered and said: "You have not received less favors from the Young Madam on weekdays, can't you afford to spend a few dollars to see a doctor?"

The servant girl blushed with anger, and when she was about to refute, Su Yuanqing lowered her face and said, "Stop arguing, give me the young master first!"

Su Yuanqing took the child, quickly carried him into the room, and put Xiaobao on the pit. Su Yuanqing saw the child's appearance clearly, felt a pain in his heart, and thought of his own child, who was also the same age, with a generally pretty face .Thinking of the child's mother leaving on her own regardless of the child's life, Su Yuanqing looked down on her very much.

"You all go out..." While undressing the child, she ordered Xueqing and the others to go out. After the three of them had gone out, she had already taken off Xiaobao's clothes, talking to Xiaobao and giving him comfort.

"Xiaobao, it won't hurt if I rub it for you!" She tried to smile at Xiaobao, but Xiaobao looked at the scar on her face in horror.

Su Yuanqing smiled narrowly at him and said, "Is Xiaobao afraid of the scar on Auntie's face? It's nothing, Auntie just got hurt accidentally, the scar has healed up long ago, if you don't believe me, feel it!"

She took the child's hand to touch her own scar, and said, "Look, this injury is not terrible, and it won't hurt you. Auntie is Xiaobao's relative, so how could she be willing to hurt Xiaobao! ... By the way , Xiaobao, my aunt only remembers your name as Xiaobao, what is Xiaobao's last name?"

Xiao Bao's hernia was pushed into the abdominal cavity by her, the pain gradually disappeared, and his face turned around, only the tears were still there, and he said with a sob: "I...my name is Su Jingxin..."

"Hehe, Xiaoxin! This name is very nice!" Su Yuanqing remembered the cartoon Crayon Shin-chan that he had watched with his son before, and said with a smile: "My aunt knows many stories, and they all tell about a child who is also named Xiaoxin. Do you want to listen to the story, Xiaobao?"

"Story?" Little Treasure slowly stopped crying, and asked curiously, "Is it interesting?"

"Of course it's interesting. Xiaobao doesn't cry, just drink porridge obediently. From now on, aunt will tell you a story about Xiaoxin every day, okay?" Seeing that the hernia had returned to its place, Su Yuanqing helped him up and dressed him.

Xiaobao wiped his tears vigorously on the ground and said, "Auntie, Xiaobao won't cry in the future. He will drink porridge obediently and listen to Auntie. Auntie, you have to tell me a story!"

"Okay, it's a deal!" Su Yuanqing smiled, stretched out his little finger and said, "We hang ourselves with the hook, don't go back on our word!"

Little Treasure stretched out his little finger and hooked Su Yuanqing's hand: "Hang yourself on the hook, and you can't change it for 100 years!"

Su Yuanqing saw that he was so obedient, so he hugged him and kissed him in relief: "Then let's go to have porridge now, and we will start telling stories after drinking the porridge!"