Chapter 3： Qing Qing coaxes his son (1/2)

After getting out of the car, Fu Sijin carried Qingqing away with his long legs and strode all the way to the children's clothing area on the third floor.

Those who can be stationed in this mall are all well-known international brands. Apart from anything else, at least the quality of clothes is absolutely guaranteed.

So as soon as he reached the third floor, Fu Sijin put down the Qingqing and gestured at the children's clothing stores: "Choose what you like."

Qingqing didn't move, but instead tightened Fu Sijin's trouser legs, hiding behind him timidly, watching the thighs coming and going around him vigilantly.

too many people.

She was like a little person who accidentally got into the country of adults. It was the first time she saw so many huge strangers, she was scared.

"What's the matter?" Fu Sijin, who was obviously tall and long in legs, and who stood up to the crowd by virtue of a 1.8-meter tall figure, could not realize the fear of the three-headed little dumpling.

He was awkward again as this unconscious little guy.

"Fear." Like the drowning man who grabbed the driftwood, Qingqing's two small hands stubbornly pulled Fu Sijin's trouser legs, with great force, pulling out a lot of wrinkles from the originally flattened fabric.

"Don't be afraid, I am here."

Fu Sijin tried to tear Qingqing off his legs, but was so scared that Qingqing hid back, and changed his hands to hugs, saying that he would not let go.

"You let me go first."

Passing pedestrians cast their eyes curiously, so embarrassed that Fu Sijin's fair and handsome face flushed.

He was a little angry.

"No no... Qing Qing is scared."

Because of too much fear, Qingqing's slightly faint brows were frowned tightly, and the whole cute little face was stiff, showing a somewhat familiar seriousness.

Fu Si's refusal hand loosened, and then he met the peach eyes that were very similar to him.

There is no indifference and dissatisfaction of the past, there is only a clear...fear?

The little body that was close to himself was shaking slightly.

She was really scared.

The strained heartstring loosened in vain, and Fu Sijin twitched the corner of his mouth silently, as if mocking himself.

He immediately bent over in silence, put his big hand through Qingqing's armpit, and hugged her back into his arms again.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

This was the first time he said the word ‘protect’ to his mother, but he did not expect it to be in this situation.

Protecting Qingqing, Fu Sijin went in to a cold drink shop and ordered a cup of hot coconut milk for her, so that she could hold it and drink slowly to calm her emotions.

Sitting in the deck by the floor-to-ceiling windows,

Qingqing was snorting sweet coconut milk while looking sideways at the world of people coming and going outside, suddenly not so scared.

She was scared at first because she saw so many people for the first time, and the surrounding environment was too unfamiliar, so she couldn't restrain her fear.

Now that I am getting familiar with it, knowing that passers-by outside will not hurt her for no reason, I will slowly come back.

"Xiao Jin." Turning his head to look at the silent man: "Are you angry?"

"No." Fu Si said in a deep voice.

"I'm angry." The child was very sensitive to adults. Although it was only a moment, Qingqing still sensed Fu Sijin's anger.

"No!" Fu Si retorted with accent, but unnaturally skimmed the beginning.

"Now."

The palm was stuffed into a small white fist that was tender and soft, and a small piece of something slightly hard to the touch was placed in his hand.

Fu Si looked down and saw it was a small circle of mints.

"Don't be angry." Qingqing was half-body lying on the table, with her small head tilted up, looking at Fu Sijin with big watery eyes, softly coaxing people, "Tangtang for you."

"Where did you get the candy?" They don't have candy at home, so Qingqing can't get it from home.

"There." Qingqing nodded the counter, where there was a basket of candies for the guests to take at will. "There is in the basket. Pretty sister said you can take it whatever you want."

Qingqing opened his other small hand, and there was one inside, "Qingqing took two, one for Xiaojin."

She also knows how to share.

Hooking the corners of his lips and putting away the candy with his backhand, Fu Sijin stood up and stretched out his hand to signal to Qingqing: "Let's go."

"Where to go?" Qingqing asked with a question mark in his head, but still cleverly put his little hand into Fu Sijin's big hand, and was firmly wrapped by him.

"Buy you clothes."

Holding Qingqing's little hand, Fu Sijin bends down slightly and walks forward with her short legs.

He found a good-looking children's clothing store, and took Qing Qing to buy it.

"Welcome, can I help you?"

The shopping guide lady greeted her with a polite but enthusiastic smile, and saw that Qing Qing was wearing obviously inappropriate clothes, but she didn't show anything unusual.

"Choose a few clothes that suit her." Fu Si nodded Qingqing.

He doesn't choose children's clothes, but it doesn't matter, just leave professional matters to professional people.

"Okay." The shopping guide lady quickly picked out several sets of clothes suitable for Qing Qing, each of which fits perfectly, with small skirts and pants.

There is also a super cute cartoon one-piece suit, worn on Qingqing, so cute that makes my heart tremble.

Fu Si looked at it for a few moments, then nodded in satisfaction: "Wrap it all up."

He left the address, except for the suit that Qing Qing was wearing, all the other clothes were sent to Fu's house.