Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 309 Take It Home

In the end, Song Zhiwei bought Xiaohua three sets of clothes, two pairs of shoes, and two sets of thermal underwear for winter.

The clerk did not expect such a wealthy customer to come, and the smile on his face could only be described as brilliant, and he kept praising Xiaohua, "My child's skin is so good and white, wearing our clothes, the whole temperament is perfect." It's different."

Although these words are a bit suspected of "Wang Po sells melons", Song Zhiwei also has to admit that people really depend on clothes.

After wearing a set, the other clothes were put into a box. After paying by credit card, Song Zhiwei asked the clerk to throw away the set of clothes.

Holding Song Zhiwei's hand and walking out, Xiaohua still hadn't recovered, and looked up at Song Zhiwei from time to time, as if to make sure that everything today was not a dream, and Song Zhiwei was real.

"Xiaohua, can you sleep at auntie's house tonight?" After eating and buying clothes, Song Zhiwei decided to take Xiaohua home.

Xiaohua nodded happily.

Song Zhiwei didn't leave the dean's phone number, but thinking that the other party didn't care anyway, she didn't bother to notify her.

Because she was with Xiaohua, Song Zhiwei didn't visit Xue Qian tonight, but just called to ask about the situation.

Downstairs, Song Zhiwei also specially bought a set of cat pajamas for Xiao Hua.

When Xiao Hua stepped into the door of Song Zhiwei's house, she could see that she was very careful, and she even dared to stand at the door.

Song Zhiwei asked her to change the compromise, and Xiao Hua asked, "Auntie, is there any old compromise that you don't want?"

Song Zhiwei froze for a moment, "What do you want old slippers for?"

"Xiaohua wears it." Xiaohua replied word by word, "The director's grandma said that I can't use other people's things."

Hearing this, Song Zhiwei was very distressed. Although Xiaohua is a carrier, this disease is not transmitted through ordinary contact at all. How can the dean be so ignorant and ignorant!

"It's okay, you can wear mine." Song Zhiwei personally changed Xiaohua's shoes. Although they were a bit big, they were still wearable.

"Don't be afraid, there are only the two of us in the room, you can do whatever you want, and Auntie won't get angry." Song Zhiwei repeated repeatedly in order to make Xiao Hua stop being so cautious.

Xiaohua walked to the living room with small steps, she looked up curiously with her little face, and then said, "Auntie, your house is so beautiful, Xiaohua has never lived in such a beautiful house. "

Song Zhiwei's nose was sour when she heard that, her "burrow" would be the best house Xiaohua has ever lived in.

She couldn't help asking: "Xiaohua, have you met your parents?"

Xiaohua shook her head, "Mom died, dad didn't want me anymore, and my aunt's family was poor and couldn't afford to support me, so she sent me to the orphanage."

When she said these words, Xiao Hua didn't cry like a normal child, but was very calm, as if she had said these words thousands of times and she was used to it.

It was as if her heart had been stabbed by a steel needle. Song Zhiwei was so distressed that she couldn't help but put Xiao Hua in her arms. She patted Xiao Hua's back and comforted her: "Xiao Hua is so obedient and obedient, there must be uncles and aunts who want you."

Xiaohua said timidly, "Auntie Fat said I was sick and couldn't be cured, so no uncle or aunt would want to adopt me."

Song Zhiwei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and she promised: "Xiaohua, Auntie promises you, even if there are no uncles and aunts to adopt you, Auntie will often visit you in the orphanage, and will take you to eat delicious food and buy beautiful ones. clothes, so don't be sad, okay?"

Xiao Hua nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

Song Zhiwei brought Xiaohua a new toothbrush and a new towel, washed her up, and took her to the bedroom to sleep.

Xiaohua seemed to be sleeping with someone else for the first time, she seemed very reserved, her small body was sleeping beside the bed, she did not dare to move in a well-behaved manner.

Song Zhiwei felt that the fastest way to build a relationship with her child was to tell her a story, so she asked, "Xiao Hua, do you want to hear a bedtime story?"

"What's a bedtime story?" Xiaohua obviously hadn't even heard the word before.

"It's the story adults tell children before going to bed." Song Zhiwei leaned against Xiaohua's side and said with a gentle smile.

Xiao Hua immediately nodded vigorously.

Song Zhiwei began to tell the story.

But she has never heard a bedtime story herself, only knows some well-known fairy tales, such as Snow White, Cinderella and The Little Mermaid.

She started with the most "inspirational" Cinderella, "Once upon a time there was a country where an orphan girl who lost her mother lived—"

It was the first time for Xiaohua to listen to a bedtime story, and it could even be said to be the first time she heard a story, so she listened very carefully.

Because of her young age, she had many questions, "What is a prince? What is a prom? What does a pumpkin cart look like?"

Song Zhiwei patiently answered each of her questions, and even found an IPAD to draw some rough images for her with drawing software.

Xiaohua is actually a very smart child. Song Zhiwei only needs to explain all the problems and she understands them once, and she keeps them silently in her heart. Sometimes Song Zhiwei makes mistakes, and she will correct them.

"Auntie, the fairy is Cinderella's 'godmother', not 'godaunt'."

Song Zhiwei touched Xiao Hua's head with a smile, and admitted her mistake, "Auntie made a mistake. Xiao Hua has a really good memory, and she will remember it after listening to it once."

Xiaohua smiled happily.

After the story of Cinderella was finished, it was already very late. Song Zhiwei thought that Xiao Hua would go to school tomorrow, so she planned to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

But Xiaohua didn't feel sleepy, she asked Song Zhiwei, "Auntie, will you still tell me bedtime stories in the future?"

"Yes." Song Zhiwei promised with a smile, "In the future, not only will my aunt tell you bedtime stories, but an uncle will also tell you stories."

"What uncle?" Xiao Hua didn't quite understand.

"It's the uncle who lives with my aunt. He's in another place now, and he'll be back in a while. Then he'll take Xiaohua to eat delicious food." Song Zhiwei said with a smile.

"Auntie, you're so kind." Xiaohua couldn't help hugging Song Zhiwei, but immediately let go of it in fear, and moved back a few times in fear.

Song Zhiwei immediately grabbed her to prevent her from falling under the bed.

"Xiaohua, you don't have to be afraid. Your illness will not be passed on to others through hugging. You have to believe what Auntie said. You are the same as all of us. You are not special." Song Zhiwei said to Xiaohua.

"But Grandma the Dean—"

"Don't care what they say, do you believe Auntie?" Song Zhiwei asked.

Xiaohua nodded without hesitation.

"That's fine." Song Zhiwei pulled Xiaohua into her arms, patted her on the back lightly, and coaxed, "Xiaohua is actually exactly the same as other children, so don't be afraid of infecting me."

(End of this chapter)