He wanted to step forward, but was suppressed by his wife's stern eyes.
I wanted to do it directly, but I was afraid of hurting my wife.
And the woman led her precious son to the bedside.
Mother and son walked very slowly, and the child kept following his mother's pace, which was very considerate.
When I sat down, I still pulled it, and I took a breath in pain:
"Hiss~"
Someone stepped forward quickly:
"Did you get a wound? Let me take a look."
I am also worried that the wound will really be torn open.
But the woman directly slapped the man¡¯s hand away:
¡°It¡¯s not that serious, it was just a little tug, and it¡¯s fine now.¡±
Is it really made of a vase?
Seeing that his wife was fine, the man stepped aside relieved and continued to remain silent, waiting for what his wife would say next.
The child held his head high:
"Mom, the porridge doesn't hurt anymore."
Su Zhixiao smiled:
"Be good, mom doesn't hurt anymore, come on, sit here."
The child climbed up to the edge of the bed very gently and sat down. His little body was straight, but unlike usual, he was sure to crawl into his mother's arms.
Afterwards, the mother and son gave an explanation of biological topics.
It¡¯s not too profound, it¡¯s just very one-sided.
"You talk too much, even children can't understand."
Of course, I did not forget to teach you about the differences between boys and girls.
I originally planned to go there againIt only took a year or two to start instilling this into my son, so the plan couldn¡¯t keep up with the changes. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com