Domineering president, forgive me

Xiang Yang nodded and adjusted his mood, so he could barely pull out a smile to face the two children.

Almost as soon as Xu Di left, murongqiu came in with two children, accompanied by Xiang Qing.

When I saw Xiang Qing, Xiang Yang was actually a little surprised. I hadn't asked Jiang Yuanzhou about Xiang Qing before, but now it seems to be a good look.

Xiangyang stood up and said hello to Murong Qiu, "Mom."

Then he looked at Xiang Qing, "sister, when did you come back?"

"It's been a while." Xiang Qing took the steamed stuffed bun by the hand and said to Xiang Yang, "look, this is my son."

Xiangyang was stunned, looked at Xiangqing, looked at steamed stuffed buns, and asked, "sister, what's the matter with you? This, this is my son. "

Steamed stuffed bun is helpless for Xiang Qing. Even though he has said it many times, Xiang Qing likes to call him that, which makes him quite embarrassed.

"Mommy, my aunt recognized the wrong person. She always thought I was her son. Obviously I'm not."

Steamed stuffed bun felt wronged when he said this. He would only be mommy's child, never someone else's child.

"Yes, sister, steamed stuffed bun is my child, you..." Xiang Yang's eyes fell on Xiang Qing's lower abdomen. In her memory, Xiang Qing was not worse than a child.

"What are you talking about? The steamed stuffed bun is clearly my child. Will I still admit my mistake, my son?"

Xiang Qing pulls the steamed stuffed bun back to his arms and holds it tightly for fear of being robbed.

Xiangyang looked at murongqiu suspiciously. He seemed to want to know how things turned out like this from murongqiu's mouth.

Murong Qiu looked away calmly and said, "I don't know where Yuanzhou found the madman. It was like this when he found it. What stimulation should he have received."

Remembering Xiang Qing's appearance when he first arrived at Jiang's house, murongqiu added“ She looks much better now, and she was even more insane before. "

Xiangyang just wanted to ask what, Dousha already ran forward, pulled the steamed stuffed bun and rushed into Xiangyang's arms.

"Mom, mom, how's your injury? Is it better? Does it still hurt? "

Steamed stuffed bun also looked at Xiangyang painfully and asked, "yes, mom, are you uncomfortable? Why do you get out of bed? Go back to bed quickly. "

Xiangyang bowed his head and saw the concern and heartache at the bottom of the steamed stuffed bun's eyes. He remembered what Xu Di said just now, gently touched the steamed stuffed bun's face and said painfully:

"Why have you lost so much weight? Didn't you eat on time? "

Hearing the speech, murongqiu was not happy. He felt that Xiangyang was saying in disguise that she didn't take good care of her children.

But on second thought, these days, because of Jiang Qingwei, she really didn't care much about steamed stuffed buns. In addition, when steamed stuffed buns saw such a scene, murongqiu didn't say anything unhappy. After all, she was still wrong.

"No, I've always been good. I eat on time, and I'm not picky about food."

Murong Qiu, seeing that their mother and son had not seen each other for a long time, whispered:

"You talk to your mother, but you can only talk for a while. Your mother is injured and needs a rest."

With that, murongqiu took Xiang Qing out and let their mother and son get along alone for a while.

Steamed stuffed bun took Xiangyang's hand and motioned Xiangyang to go to bed.

"Mommy, you lie down and I'll tell you a joke with Dousha, okay?"

After taking off his shoes, Dousha went straight to bed and lay with Xiangyang. He didn't forget to take the seat on the right of Xiangyang and said to the steamed stuffed bun:

"Brother, come up quickly. Let's accompany mom together."

"Dousha, you can't go up. Mommy needs to rest. Your bed will affect mommy's rest."

Xiangyang didn't care. He patted the empty seat on the side and said to the steamed stuffed bun, "it's all right. You can come up together. Mommy hasn't slept with you for a long time. "

The steamed stuffed bun shook his head and refused, "no, the bed is so big. Mommy, you lie down with the bean paste. I'll just sit here."

Xiangyang insisted on letting the steamed stuffed buns come up together. The steamed stuffed buns were stubborn, so he had to take off his shoes, go to bed together, snuggle up with Xiangyang, and feel a lot more stable.

"I'm sorry, Mommy hasn't taken good care of you during this time to let you see such a picture. I'm sorry. If Mommy can accompany you and help you bear those."

Steamed stuffed bun understood what Xiang Yang said. He shook his head gently and said, "no, it has nothing to do with Mommy, and I've forgotten. Don't you think I'm fine now?"

Steamed stuffed bun raised his head and smiled at Xiangyang, indicating that she didn't have to worry about herself. He was really all right.

Seeing the scene of the murder, where is it true? I'm fine, I'm really fine.

But Xiang Yang also knew that steamed stuffed bun would say so. He was mainly afraid that she would worry, so he pretended to be convinced, nodded and smiled:

"OK, Mommy believes what steamed stuffed bun says."

After the mother and son talked for a while, the two children fell asleep and snuggled up in Xiangyang's arms.

Bean paste habitually sticks to Xiangyang. Steamed stuffed bun deliberately keeps a distance from Xiangyang because it takes into account Xiangyang's injuries. When Xiangyang bows his head, he finds that steamed stuffed bun tightly grasps her clothes, which is clearly a look of fear, but the child insists that he has forgotten and is all right in order to reassure her.

Xiangyang only felt that his nose was sour, sucked his nose, endured the tears from the bottom of his eyes, held the two brothers together and got out of bed with light hands and feet, so that they could take a nap at ease.

But almost when he left to Yang Gang, Baozi immediately cried and shouted:

"No, don't kill me, I didn't see anything. Please don't kill me, Grandpa, Grandpa, help, Grandpa..."

Xiangyang hurried forward, gently patted her back and coaxed in a low voice: "it's okay, it's okay, Mommy is here, it's okay, it's okay."

Probably hearing what Xiangyang said, the steamed stuffed bun gradually quieted down.

Looking at that young, but always clever and sensible steamed stuffed bun, Xiangyang is even more distressed. Tears fell unconsciously.

"Click -"

Xu Di came back, walked lightly to Xiangyang and whispered:

"What's the matter with your sister? Why do I look like something's wrong? "

Xiangyang shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

Xu Di looked at the steamed stuffed bun and asked, "how's the steamed stuffed bun? Are you okay? That thing... "

Xiangyang sighed painfully, pointed to his hand caught by the steamed stuffed bun and said, "look at him, do you really think he's okay?"