Chapter 2 (1/2)

Cheng Huan sighed.

In the memory, the relationship between the mother and the child is not good. The original owner deliberately ignored the child. The child is still small, has a small animal-like instinct, and usually does not go to the original owner to sticky.

But in the end, the mother and the child depended on each other, and even if they were beaten, the child still attached to the mother.

Cheng Huan took the child to his own room according to the clips in his memory.

The room is actually about the same as the attic, which is about five or six in total. There is only one small window that cannot be opened. There is a small bed of about one meter in the room, and some clothes are stacked on the bed, which does not look clean.

There was a smell of something spoiled and fermented in the room. Because airtightness was particularly stuffy, Cheng Huan only entered. Before he could find the root of the taste, the body began to protest against this environment.

The clips in the memory are a bit unreal. Cheng Huanyuan only thought that the room was a little small. When he came in, he knew how bad the environment was.

How could she have the heart to put a child in such a place?

Cheng Huan spurned the original owner again, and turned around and walked out of the room.

This house is small and can only be occupied by people. Apart from this, there is only the master bedroom. Cheng Huan put the child on the original master bed, only to remember that the child had not eaten or bathed.

As a four-year-old child, the little guy obviously did not have the skills to cook and bath. The original owner was annoyed that he would wash him only when he could not stand it.

Cheng Huan didn't know when the original owner bathed his son last time, just looking at the clothes on the little guy, the time should not be short.

No wonder she just smelled strange.

As a girl from the south, Cheng Huan couldn't bear to sleep without taking a bath. She bent down and pushed the little guy's arm.

”Wake up.”

The child didn't fall asleep, and was pushed by Cheng Huan twice to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes. He saw Cheng Huan shrink back, pinch his fist, and watched her stubbornly without talking.

Cheng Huan sighed again.

She stepped closer and said with a soft voice, ”You're dirty, I'll take you to take a bath.”

The child still didn't relax.

She could not ignore it at first, but now she noticed that Cheng Huan couldn't bear the taste any more. She reached out her hand and hugged the person from the bed with a strong look in the eyes of the child's fear, and walked towards the opposite toilet.

The little guy was probably afraid of being beaten. Seeing Cheng Huan just holding him and no other movements, he gradually relaxed. He moved his head close to Cheng Huan's shoulders, his arms slowly raised, and he had reached his destination before he could wrap his shoulders. .

He was astonished to put his hands down behind his back, carefully peeping at Cheng Huan's face, afraid she would not be happy.

Cheng Huan was a little sad, he should be the most unscrupulous age ...

Thinking of this in her heart, the expression on her face was more soothing. Cheng Huan smiled and stretched out his hand and scraped the little guy's nose: ”Open your hands and undress you.”

Jiang Xingchen felt that the mother in front of her was a little different. She would not laugh when she took a bath, didn't talk to herself, and didn't want to see him.

However, he likes his mother who laughs. The mother laughs so much.

Cheng Huan has no experience in bringing children. It is also the first time to bathe a child. It is inevitable that he will mess around when he moves. Fortunately, the child is very good and does not cry or make trouble.

Jiang Xingchen stood barefoot on the ground, Cheng Huan squatted beside him, holding a shower in one hand and rubbing him with a bath towel in one hand.

The weather is hot and the children have a lot of activity. They sweat a lot every day. Over a few days, they have accumulated a thick layer of dust and dirt.

The little one was only four years old and his skin was very tender. Even if Cheng Huan controlled his strength, his body turned red after rubbing, just like cooked shrimp.

Jiang Xingchen lowered his head with curiosity, because Cheng Huan had a good attitude and he was bolder. He reached out and touched the particularly red part of his stomach.

”mom.”

Cheng Huan reacted after he froze. He was calling himself, ”Well, what's wrong?”

The little guy pointed at his stomach: ”I'm red.”

”Yes, you are red.” Cheng Huan pulled up one arm and said casually: ”Almost familiar.”

”What is it?”

The little guy is only four years old, because he has been neglected and does n’t know much, Cheng Huan rubbed his arm and put it down, explaining to him: ”It is edible when cooked, but it cannot be eaten raw.”

She touched the little man's belly: ”Otherwise, the belly would be uncomfortable.”

”Then I'm done, can I still eat it?” Jiang Xingchen was curious: ”Mom, am I delicious?”