Sweetheart, darling, I picked it up

Chapter 272 He is Envious of Ji Yunshen

Worried about revealing his secrets as soon as he spoke, Ji Yunshen nodded with a smile.

"Oh, if there is a performance, Qiancheng, why don't you sit down and eat quickly? Before going on stage to perform, you must have a full meal."

Having said that, Xia Meixi hurriedly pulled over the chair and beckoned her handsome nephew to sit down.

Ji Yunshen complained in his heart: Mom has never been so attentive to me.

Tucao is Tucao, in order not to be exposed, he pretended to be obedient and sat on the chair chosen by his mother.

Ji Heming also sat down beside him.

Only Xia Youyou was still standing, "Brother?"

Where is the brother she misses so much?Where did brother go?

Xia Meixi pulled Youyou's wrist, "Maybe Yun Shen went out for a morning run early in the morning? Youyou don't worry, he will appear naturally when he is hungry."

There was worry in the little girl's eyes, "But..."

"Youyou, you are as big as Yunshen, you will be fine," Ji Heming also comforted, "You eat first, and then Dad will send you and Qiancheng to school."

Xia Youyou curled her lips helplessly, looked left and right for a while, and frowned, feeling particularly uneasy that she couldn't see her brother.

Where did my brother go?

I really want to see my brother.

Going to school to face those annoying classmates is a torment. Only seeing her brother every day can replenish her motivation to persevere.

Sitting directly opposite, Ji Yunshen, who was wearing makeup, looked at the girl's worried look, and felt warm in his heart, thinking that only Youyou was the best for him, and he cared and cared most about him.

After breakfast, Ji Heming drove Xia Youyou and "Jiang Qiancheng" to the School of Foreign Languages.

"Ji Yunshen" who was sleeping on the sofa and covered himself with a blanket just woke up, sat up and stretched.

Xia Meixi, who was picking up her bag and preparing to go out, saw him, "Yun Shen, why are you sleeping on the sofa? And you're still sleeping until now?"

She approached, "Why are you wearing a mask?"

As she spoke, she was about to reach out and take the mask off Jiang Qiancheng's mouth.

Jiang Qiancheng, who was still dazed at first, came to his senses, covered his mouth in a hurry, and said in a low voice on purpose: "I have a cold, cough, cough, cough..."

"Oh! You child!" Xia Meixi said distressedly, "Who made you sleep on the sofa? Of course you will be sick?"

Jiang Qiancheng was in a trance.

The aunt was exactly like the mother he had always fantasized about.

Mom is like this, right?Mingming is very worried about his child, but deliberately speaks emphatically, blaming the child for his carelessness.

Regardless of whether she would be late or not, she specially reheated the porridge and vegetables, put the medicine and boiled water on the table, and instructed: "Yun Shen, you take your medicine after breakfast, understand? Don't go to school, rest at home."

Worrying about her son taking medicine on an empty stomach, Xia Meixi repeatedly told him several times before she hurriedly picked up her bag and went out to work.

Jiang Qiancheng watched as the door was closed and his aunt disappeared completely, and then he gradually recovered, a feeling of envy welled up in his heart.

In fact, Dad was not very kind to him.

Especially when he was young, because he thought his mother was killed by him, his father hated him very much and left him in the care of an aunt next door.

That aunt would prick him with a needle every time she was in a bad mood...

It wasn't until later that he could sing and play the piano that my father liked him more and more. He felt that he had inherited his mother's musical talent and began to train him attentively.

But even so, Jiang Qiancheng always felt that the person his father really loved was not himself, but his dead mother.

Just now, this feeling has become deeper.

Dad only regards himself as the continuation of his mother's life and career, unlike the aunt's affection for her cousin, which is a mother's instinctive love for her child, which is simple and natural.

　Am I getting more and more boring... Am I not talented in writing?I feel so hot, what should I do?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)