Chapter 1： Qing Qing is getting smaller (1/2)

"Mommy, Qingqing wants to hush."

Gu Qingqing's little head was still confused when she woke up in the morning. She sat in the soft quilt, her little fleshy hands balled into balls, and she kept rubbing her eyes sleepily.

After waiting for a long time, I was really anxious, and without waiting for his mother's figure, Gu Qingqing yelled again in a milky voice.

"Mommy, Qingqing can't hold it back!"

"Mummy!"

Still nobody ignored her.

Gu Qingqing felt a little wronged, but did not cry.

She looked around blankly, and suddenly realized that this room seemed to be different from hers.

But the little baby who was just awake and still bewildered was anxious to solve the big problem of reincarnation of grains, and without even thinking about it, he tried to get out of bed by himself.

Hey hey...

What is going on with this mountain in front of you?

It's blocking the way of Qingqing.

Qing Qing is a very focused baby.

Therefore, the little guy who only cared about ‘climbing the mountain’ didn’t notice at all. His pink and soft feet trampled on a sleeping handsome face many times.

When faced with a series of foot attacks, the pigs who slept again should wake up.

Fu Heng had just finished his three-month overseas business trip, and only returned home to rest at three o'clock in the morning last night.

A few hours before he slept, he was woken up by someone'violently', and immediately opened his bloodshot eyes in a bad mood.

I thought I would see a cold and beautiful wife, but I didn't expect to meet with a pair of clear and childlike eyes.

child?

How could there be a child in his bed?

"Uncle, who are you?"

Qingqing tilted her head and looked at the strange adult who appeared on her bed curiously.

She still kept the posture of lying on the other side.

There was nothing to do when climbing dynamically, but now that it was still and there was no focus on the surroundings, the fleshy little arms and legs immediately couldn't hold it, and he sat down on Fu Heng.

Awakened by the sudden pressure on his body, Fu Heng twisted his eyebrows, raised his hand to hug the child on his body, sat up, bowed his head and looked straight into Gu Qingqing's ignorant and innocent eyes.

"Qing Qing?"

This is not a temptation, but a surprise.

After carefully examining the appearance of the child, Fu Heng was suddenly surprised to find that the child actually looked exactly like his wife, which could be called a reduced version of the little wife.

Didn't he know that his wife gave him a little daughter?

No, it's not right.

Fu Heng shook his head and shook his mind

Spectrum idea.

Although he often travels on business, he is still at home nearly half of the time throughout the year. It is impossible for him to know whether his wife is pregnant or not.

Regardless of what the unfamiliar uncle in front of him was thinking, Qingqing was suffocating urine, and her fair and lovely face flushed red.

"To hush, Qingqing must hush..."

The little hand slapped Fu Heng's arm urgingly. Because of the anxiety, the little milk's voice became sharp.

Fearing that the child was actually drawing a map on the bed, Fu Heng immediately put aside all doubts and rushed into the toilet holding Qingqing.

Putting the person down, Fu Heng, who just wanted to ask Qingqing if she would go to the bathroom by herself, saw her anxious little brows loosen.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart. He looked down and saw that, sure enough, a small puddle had already accumulated under Qingqing's feet...

Fu Heng: "..."

Qing Qing: "..."

Without the uncomfortable feeling of holding back urine, Qing Qing was confused.

She followed Fu Heng's gaze and looked down, then raised her head blankly, her expression gradually turning into a crying face.

"Wow ah ah ah... Qing Qing peeed her pants... ooh..."

A three-and-a-half-year-old child also has self-esteem, and it embarrassed her to pee her pants in front of strangers, and her emotions collapsed on the spot.

The sudden burst of crying not only caused Fu Heng's headache, but also successfully attracted Fu Sijin, who was passing by.

He adjusted his tie for a while, and turned his head to look suspiciously at the door of his parents.

How come there are children crying?

"Knock, knock..."

"Parents, what's going on inside?"

***

At half past seven in the morning.

After a while of fighting, he was in a hurry.

The cleaned Gu Qingqing was changed into a sweater that was so wide that it almost dragged to the ground, nestled on the luxuriously decorated living room sofa, holding a stuffed bear in his arms, and was surrounded by two big men with a timid expression on his face.

"..."

Silent and speechless, everyone looked complicated.

What broke the silence was the sudden sound of the door opening, followed by a slightly impatient complaint.

"You better give me a reason. I have to come over at this time if there is something important!"