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Xiang Qing doesn't care. He looks at Murong Qiu with a gesture that your son owes me.

Murongqiu didn't want to go on with Xiang Qing. He glanced at him and went upstairs.

Looking at Xiang Qing, Murong Qiu ignored himself and didn't ask for trouble. Then he went upstairs, but he went to the steamed stuffed bun room.

In the room, doushala held the steamed stuffed bun's hand and whispered to his brother, but the steamed stuffed bun didn't respond at all, as if she hadn't heard it.

"Brother, it's bean paste. Bean paste is back. Brother, will you mind me?"

Steamed stuffed bun still had no response. He looked blankly out of the window and didn't cry.

Since he came back from the hospital that day, steamed stuffed bun has always been like this. No matter who spoke to him, he ignored it, as if he had isolated himself from the world.

"Brother, don't look like this. Dousha is so afraid." Dousha looked at the steamed stuffed bun wrongly and wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

Dad only said that the steamed stuffed bun was hurt, but he had seen it carefully just now. There was no wound on the steamed stuffed bun, but he stopped talking.

"Brother."

Dousha secretly wiped his tears and sat down beside the steamed stuffed bun quietly without disturbing the steamed stuffed bun.

Xiang Qing was stunned when he saw bean paste when he came in and asked:

"Who are you?"

Dousha wiped his tears again and said, "aunt, I'm Dousha. Don't you know me?"

Dousha felt wronged more and more. It was clear that he had only been away for a few days. Why did everyone seem to know him.

Xiang Qing thought for a moment. It seemed that he remembered who the bean paste was and asked, "are you Xiang Yang's son?"

Dousha nodded, skimmed his mouth and was about to cry.

"Aunt, why doesn't my brother talk to me? Is he angry? Has the bean paste stayed outside for too long, so my brother has forgotten the bean paste?"

Xiang Qing looked at the steamed stuffed bun painfully, shook his head and said, "my brother is ill, but it's all right. It'll be fine after a while. It'll be fine when my brother thinks about it."

"When did that brother figure it out?"

Looking at the steamed stuffed bun's appearance of not talking and ignoring people, Dousha was worried.

"Soon, my brother will figure it out by himself." Xiang Qing stood up and left with bean paste in his arms.

"Go back to your room now. Don't quarrel with your brother again. My brother needs a rest."

As soon as Dousha heard that Xiang Qing was driving himself away, he slipped into the steamed stuffed bun room and said:

"No, dad said, let me come back with my brother, you can't drive me away!"

Xiang Qing obviously didn't expect that Dousha would refuse her request. She became unhappy and said:

"I don't care what your father said. In short, from now on, I'll accompany my son. You go out."

"I don't, I don't, I don't! My brother is my mother's son, not my aunt's! "

Xiang Qing was even more angry when he heard this. He was about to catch the bean paste, but he dodged it skillfully.

"No, no, just YES! My brother is my brother, not my aunt's! "

"Get out of here and don't disturb my son! Do you hear me? If you don't obey me, I'll throw you out! Let you never see your parents again. "

Xiang Qing is also angry. He completely forgets that Dousha is just a child and yells at him loudly.

At this time, Xiang Qing wanted to throw himself out, so that he would never see his parents again. He immediately cried and cried sadly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... My aunt bullies people. My aunt wants to throw away the bean paste. My aunt is a bad person! Dousha doesn't like his aunt anymore. Don't have my aunt here. Don't, don't, don't... wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

Probably because the cry of Dousha was too loud and noisy about steamed stuffed buns, the eyes of steamed stuffed buns finally had a little color.

Looking back at the bean paste standing in the corner crying, his eyes gradually focused, but he was still a little confused.

Slowly walked towards the bean paste, hugged the child in his arms and comforted softly: "don't cry, don't cry, my brother is here, don't cry."

When he heard the steamed stuffed bun comforting himself, Dousha cried even louder.

"If you want to cry, you have to cry. You all bully people. Your aunt is a bad person and your father is also a liar. You don't like bean paste anymore. You don't love bean paste anymore."

Steamed stuffed bun gently wiped the tears on Dousha's face and said, "brother, why don't you want Dousha? We Dousha are so cute. Brother, why don't you want it."

He looked back at Xiang Qing and said, "aunt, go out first. Dousha doesn't want to see you now. But don't worry, I'll persuade Dousha well and let him not ignore you. "

Xiang Qing waved carelessly and said, "it doesn't matter whether he pays attention to me or not. What matters is you, son. Are you okay?"

Steamed stuffed bun frowned slightly and explained: "aunt, I'm not your son, I'm Xiangyang's son, you're my aunt."

"Impossible! Xiangyang gave birth to a child. His name is Dousha. You are my son. "

Knowing that Xiang Qing's mental state is not very good, Baozi doesn't want to go on with her on this topic. He sighed slightly and said:

"Well, I see. Aunt, go out first. I want to play with my brother for a while."

Xiang Qing glared at the steamed stuffed bun and corrected the name of the steamed stuffed bun, "it's mom. I'm your mom. You have to call me mom."

Although he said that, Xiang Qing went out and gave their brothers a separate space.

When she wanted to close the door, Xiang Qing emphasized it again and said:

"Remember, I'm your mother, not your aunt! So you're going to call me mom, you know! "

The steamed stuffed bun was helpless, nodded and said, "I know, aunt."

Looking at Xiang Qing leaving, Dousha stopped crying, held the steamed stuffed bun and asked, "brother, dad said you were hurt. Where do you hurt?"

Steamed stuffed bun Qiang pulled out a smile, gently shook his head and explained:

"No, I'm fine and I'm not hurt. Maybe my father heard wrong. I'm fine."

He stressed twice that I was fine. In fact, I was already scarred in my heart, but the child was so clever that it hurt people. He bore it silently by himself and didn't want to worry his family.

Dousha blinked at the steamed stuffed bun and asked, "really? Are you really okay? "

Steamed stuffed bun shook his head again, indicating that he was really all right.

Dousha looked at him puzzled and asked, "brother, why do adults like to lie? If you are not happy, you have to say you are happy. When you are injured, you say you are fine. "