Chapter 2： Qingqing has a brother (1/2)

Unfortunately, Fu Sijin, who is not good at deceiving children, is destined to live up to Qingqing's expectations.

He nodded and said, "...Mom." The shout was particularly difficult: "Uncle didn't lie to you, he is your brother, grandpa and grandma's youngest son."

"..."

A bolt from the blue is no longer enough to describe Qing Qing's mood at this moment.

The three-and-a-half-year-old child is in a state where he still doesn't understand many things.

But for the child who was first taught to know relatives since birth, she can still understand the meaning of words such as "uncle", "brother", and "young son".

And the most amazing thing is that in their young brains, they are only three years old without themselves. It is impossible to have such a big brother, and it is impossible to have the common sense of such a big son.

She believes what others say.

No, the clever Qingqing still knows to ask someone to verify it, but if even the witnesses she trusted have confirmed this, there is nothing to doubt.

She actually has a younger brother!

"Wow..." The sudden burst of crying frightened everyone: "I don't want it, Qingqing doesn't want his younger brother! Uuuuu... Mom and Dad are good or bad, deceive Qingqing, clearly saying that it is good not to have a second child, woo ..."

Watching Qingqing, who was crying so pitifully that his chubby legs were pounding on the sofa, with big tears falling down, Gu Lan's expression turned dark and immediately turned and left.

"Uncle!" Fu Si wanted to chase after him anxiously, but looking at Gu Lan's inexplicably lonely back, he stopped unconsciously.

The cry on his side seemed to decrease.

Fu Heng lowered his head faintly, and Gu Qingqing was staring at Gu Lan's away figure helplessly. His small body trembled and burped from time to time. The bottom of his eyes and nose were red, so pitiful.

"Why don't you cry?"

"Brother... is your younger brother angry?" Qingqing asked in a low voice, with the snow-white hands like glutinous rice **** unconsciously grabbing the plush bear's ears.

She was timid, and seemed to realize that she had just hurt someone else.

"Mom, is that so annoying?" At some point, Fu Sijin had already turned around and squatted in front of Qingqing.

The eyes of the two faced each other, and the two similar pairs of peach blossom eyes reflected each other's figure, one returning to youth, one already mature.

"Uncle, what are you talking about? Qingqing...hiccup...Qingqing doesn't understand." Qingqing said in a ignorant way.

Fu Si stared stubbornly at Qingqing's

With both eyes, he asked again, word by word: "I asked my mother, do you really hate your uncle and your brother?" I don't know why, he seems to be very attached to this answer.

"me……"

Qingqing understood this time. After holding back for a long time, her cute little face wrinkled into a custard bag, and she couldn't give the answer Fu Sijin wanted.

Seeing tears swirling in the child's eye sockets, a pair of big hands suddenly came in horizontally and hugged Qingqing whole.

"Dad!" Fu Si was very dissatisfied.

"Enough, she is only three years old now." Ignoring his son's dissatisfaction, Fu Heng kept his face cold and went straight to the kitchen with Qing Qing.

From the morning to now, everyone has been scorched by a series of changes. They haven't eaten yet. It doesn't matter if they are hungry for adults, and children can't be hungry.

This sentence was told to him a long time ago.

"...Not annoying."

Fu Heng, who had just opened the refrigerator and was about to take out the milk to warm Qingqing, suddenly heard the small whisper of the child in his arms.

"Qingqing, don't hate my brother."

She just doesn't like that mom and dad always talk to nothing.

His deep eyes were slightly soft, and he silently touched Qingqing's head.

The furry touch is not bad, so I touched it more.

"Why are you touching me?"

The Qing Qing who was touched immediately covered his head, and stared blankly at the handsome face close at hand.

In other words, this uncle looks good-looking, even better than his father.

"Good." With two gentle pats like a puppy, Fu Heng took out the warmed milk in the microwave, first tested the temperature with his hands, then plugged in a straw and handed it to Qingqing.

"Thank you uncle."

Qingqing thanked him politely, and then he held the milk in both hands and drank it.

She was also hungry. The little snack she just ate was only enough to relieve her hunger, and she was not hungry at all. Now she drank hot milk, and her lonely little belly finally stopped groaning.

A glass of hot milk for breakfast is obviously not enough. Fu Heng put Qingqing on the chair and let her sit and drink milk obediently, while she freed her hands to make breakfast.

It's very simple. Steam the eggs with the egg steamer, toast the bread in the bread machine, and then take the bottle of jam out. It's done.

Even so, it shocked Fu Sijin, who was the first to see his dignified and cold father making breakfast himself.

Well, his expression was completely horrified.

His dad’s meal... can it be eaten?

Suspicious eyes glanced at the breakfast placed on the table from time to time, and the scales in his heart swayed back and forth between going out to eat and sitting quietly and tasting father's rare cooking skills.

In the end, the thirst for survival prevailed over curiosity, and Fu Sijin wanted to go straight away as soon as his pace changed.

"Hurry up and finish eating and go to work." Everyone said in a deep voice.