Chapter 646 (1/2)

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.