Repaying With Marriage

  Chapter 55 It's useless to sell cuteness

After returning from the supermarket, Shi Su insisted that the uncle of the clinic downstairs come up to him for an inspection. Jing Jihan said that it was okay, but Shi Su insisted and asked someone to come up and check it. Finally, there was no major problem. Shi Su’s His complexion finally improved a lot.

  Before he left, the uncle left a small box of ointment for invigorating blood and removing silt, and asked Shi Su to apply it, otherwise the chest injury would be bruised for several days.

  Shi Mianmian was very clever to send the doctor's grandfather downstairs, then bounced back home, and went to the bedroom door to see Mommy applying medicine to Uncle Ji Han.

Shi Su just unwrapped Ji Han's clothes again. She still remembered the scene in the supermarket just now. It was actually a bit embarrassing at the moment, but it was not convenient for him to apply the medicine by himself, so she wanted to finish applying the medicine to him. Just leave him alone.

  As a result, Mianmian stood in front of the bedroom door like a thief, leaning on the door and looking at them grinningly.

   "Shimian, don't look at it casually, go back to your own room." Shisu seriously applied medicine to the man's chest before saying something.

Mianmian didn't go away, and said with a reasonable face: "Mommy can pull on uncle's clothes and put medicine on it, why can't I watch it? Mommy, you don't marry uncle, but I will marry uncle in the future. !"

   Originally, Su had deliberately not looked at Jing Jihan’s expression, and tried to ignore this inexplicable embarrassment. It was obvious that Mingren had been taken care of in her home for so many days, what could be embarrassing.

  However, the awkward atmosphere in the room is doubled instantly if she is a stinky girl from time to time.

  She raised her eyes suddenly, because of the action of leaning over to help him with the medicine, the moment she raised her eyes, she kept her sight level with the man sitting on the bed, and the distance was much closer than usual.

  Jing Jihan didn't move much, as if she didn't intend to resist her at this moment, like a tigress, who insisted on pressing people by the bed.

The man's eyes were like night, dark as water, but exuding an inexplicable trembling light in his heart. Shi Su shook his hand on the pill box, suddenly let go of the collar he had been torn apart by him, and stepped back. Then he glared at Shi Mianmian again: "I have warned you more than once today, do you want to be confiscated by me next month's chocolate?"

  Pulled his mouth continuously, his big eyes looked at Jing Jihan pitifully.

  Jing Jihan was about to speak, when Shi Su threw the pill box in his arms directly into his arms, and almost hit him on his wound again, his eyes were quick to catch it.

Shi Su turned and walked towards the direction of the bedroom door: "It's useless to be cute. Your Uncle Ji Han won't live in our house forever. He will leave sooner or later. If you can protect you, you can't protect your life for a while. Shi Mianmian, you have been too late. I always take my mother’s words to my ears. You have to be really angry to be obedient, don’t you?"

  Shi Mianmian stood still in front of the door. Hearing Shi Su’s words, her puckered mouth gradually slumped, her eyes were red, and she sniffed, suddenly turned and ran, and ran directly back to the children’s room.

  Jing Jihan opened the ointment and applied the medicine to himself. He heard the footsteps running back to the children’s room, sobbing, and sighed, "Good job, what's your temper with the child?"

  Shi Su did not want to explain.

  Mianmian is getting more and more attached to Ji Han. Mianmian used to be very ignorant of the word father, and never said that she wanted him, but she often said it recently.

  The smarter the child is, the more sensitive it is to hide things, and it is not difficult to see the longing for his father, plus her dependence on Ji Han...

  He will indeed leave sooner or later, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe next month, how much Mianmian sticks to him now, Mianmian will feel so lost and missed in the future.

  If you don’t block the innocent and careful thinking from now on, it will be more difficult to coax in the future.

  (End of this chapter)