Chatper 3 (2/2)

Qin Yiyue looked at the sticky note stretched out in front of her.

The above words are very simple.

Tomato scrambled eggs, fish-flavored shredded pork.

Although the small font is immature, it is very neat.

From these words, it can be confirmed that there is nothing wrong with Xiaobao's intelligence, even his IQ is far above his peers.

A five-year-old child may not even know these words, let alone write them by hand.

Then why doesn't he speak?

Don't want to say it, or can't say it?

Qin Yiyue withdrew her wandering thoughts, and said with a smile: "Auntie is not sure if there are these ingredients in the refrigerator, you just wait."

Xiaobao nodded again.

Qin Yiyue went upstairs to wash up, changed her clothes, and then started cooking.

Two dishes and one soup were quickly put on the table, and she even specially warmed up a cup of pure milk for Xiaobao.

Xiao Bao looked at the food with shining eyes, and didn't need Qin Yiyue to call him.

He obediently sat down at the dining table, watching Qin Yiyue busy.

Qin Yiyue added a small bowl of rice for him, and a small bowl of soup for him.

Xiaobao took the spoon and started to eat silently.

Seeing him concentrating on eating, Qin Yiyue felt a little mixed in her heart.

It wasn't until Xiaobao finished eating that Qin Yiyue said: "Baby, give Auntie the phone number of your father or the housekeeper's grandfather, okay?"

Xiao Bao's originally relaxed expression suddenly became sad.

Tears welled up in the black and bright eyes in an instant.

...

Qin Yiyue stood on the balcony and watched the Maserati downstairs go further and further away, feeling no relief in her heart.

Thinking of Xiaobao's expression just now, she thought she had just done something heinous, and her heart was full of guilt.

But she sees nothing wrong with her actions.

She likes a simpler doctor-patient relationship.

When a patient comes to the hospital, she will be a professional and competent doctor; when the patient leaves the hospital, her relationship with them is over.

She doesn't want to be friends with the patient.

Nor did she see the need to be friends with them.

Xiaobao's tears made her feel extremely guilty.

When Xiaobao heard that she wanted He Qiaoyan's number, he threw a piece of paper at her and ran out.

She didn't go downstairs until she finished calling He Qiaoyan.

Secretly hiding in the corner, looking at Xiaobao's lonely back.

Several times, she wanted to go over and hug his small body, but she still didn't do anything in the end.

She doesn't want Xiaobao to appear suddenly in her life often. She doesn't have so much emotion and patience to treat a strange child tenderly after busy work.

Especially for a child like Xiao Bao who obviously needs to spend a lot of energy to take care of him.

Qin Yiyue shook her head, went back to the living room, picked up "Pathology" and began to read.

After a while, the mobile phone next to her rang.

Qin Yiyue took the phone, took a look, and found that someone added her on WeChat.

When Qin Yiyue scanned the three words "Zhou Ziyang", her hands trembled and she didn't accept it.

She buckled the screen upside down on the sofa and focused on the book again, but she couldn't read it anymore.

What does Zhou Ziyang add to her?

Xuecheng returns to China to meet her old classmates, or do you want to see how miserable she is?

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Maserati.

Two men, one big and one small, sat one behind the other.

The thin air in the car was overwhelmed by the air pressure of the two of them, and the air was so tight that it seemed that it was about to explode in the next second.