Chief, Love for you is wrong

"Dad, I'm finished." Xiaochi slid down his chair and came to Wen Jili's front with his clean bowl. His voice was a little low.

Wen Jili took his bowl, put it aside, put Xiaochi on the sofa, first asked if he was uncomfortable in his stomach, saw him shaking his head, then pulled Qin Jing's hand and put it in front of Xiaochi.

"Xiaochi, didn't you say to call uncle last time? Before Xiaochi came back, my uncle was married. And she was my uncle's wife and son." he touched Qin Jing's abdomen again. "My uncle's children are here and growing up slowly."

Xiaochi's big eyes opened and looked at Qin Jing's stomach. Suddenly, they were full of tears. His hands trembled and touched Qin Jing's abdomen. His small palms were close to Qin Jing, holding up his thin face. He looked at Qin Jing childishly and naively.

"Xiaochi also wants to be his father's child. Sister, will you put Xiaochi into your stomach? In this way, Xiaochi is his father's child. My father won't leave Xiaochi."

Xiaochi's voice is sincere and childish, so Qin Jing knows that this is not a joke. It is really Xiaochi's voice. Children's words are not taboo and childish children are ignorant. What they say is most distressing and bitter.

[Xiaochi also wants to be his father's child. Sister, will you put Xiaochi in your stomach? When you come out, Xiaochi is his father's child. Dad won't leave Xiaochi.]

In this case, people are too naive to speak. Xiaochi's eyes are too sincere, which makes people unbearable.

She turned her head away from Xiaochi and smoked her sour nose, but her eyes began to faint with water vapor. Qin Jing covered her mouth with her hands so that she wouldn't make a sound. Wen Jili gently patted Qin Jing on the back, "don't think too much. Listen to children's words."

Hearing Wen Jili's words, Xiaochi bowed his head and played with his fingers. The voice was almost inaudible from his equally pale lips.

"Xiaochi knows he's not his father's child. When his mother was angry, she would say to Xiaochi that if Xiaochi was his father's child, his father wouldn't want Xiaochi, he wouldn't leave Xiaochi alone in France and go back to China. His mother always asked Xiaochi why he wasn't his father's child. But Xiaochi also wanted to be his father's child."

Xiaochi clutched the tail of Qin Jing's shirt, with water vapor in his terrible big eyes, and begged in a low voice.

"Sister, will you put Xiaochi in your stomach? Xiaochi eats very little and eats very slowly. She won't compete with the children in her stomach. She really won't compete with her children. Sister, will you put Xiaochi in your stomach? Xiaochi wants to be a father's child. In that way, Xiaochi will have a father."

Xiaochi's low voice is still ringing in his ear. Qin Jing only lies on Wen Ji's shoulder and doesn't make a sound.

After a long time, Wen Rongqi's voice broke the silence, "what's the matter with him?",

Qin Jing removed her head from Wenji's shoulder, wiped her face, pulled away her messy hair and looked at Xiaochi.

Covering his stomach and biting his lower lip, he was so painful that the whole person curled up and lay on the sofa. His forehead was wet with cold sweat, but he still bit silently.

Qin Jing hurriedly pushed Wen Jili, a little panicked, "Wen Jili, Wen Jili, does he have another stomachache?"

When Xiaochi returned to normal again, the festive new year's Day was shrouded in a dull atmosphere.

"Why does he suddenly have a stomachache?" when Wen Jili came out with Xiaochi in his arms and changed a set of clean clothes again, looking at Xiaochi who became weak again, Qin Jing asked.