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Knowing that he would not be sent away, Song Jingtian was immediately satisfied.
Tang Li looked at her phone again and found that she had hung up.
A 7-year-old child has long been able to wash his face and hands by himself, but he still has difficulty washing his hair in the shower room. He was afraid that the child would fall again, so Tang Li had to stay and help him bathe.
When she was washing her hair, Song Jingtian held her sweater with both hands, obviously afraid of falling again.
After taking off his clothes, Tang Li found that he had a lot of bruises on his body.
If you were an adult, being beaten like this would probably make you grimace in pain.
However, Song Jingtian did not cry out in front of her.
With this thought in his mind, Tang Li gently rubbed his hair.
In her previous life, although Tang Li had no children, she took care of Qin Yueru for many years. When Qin Yueru was in the worst health, she was bedridden for three months and could not move. She was responsible for Qin Yueru's eating, drinking, and diarrhea. Now, giving the child a bath would be a blessing to her. It's not that difficult to say.
After helping Song Jingtian rinse the foam, Tang Li took a dry hair towel, wiped off the water droplets on his hair and face, and then used the shower head to help him take a shower.
The little guy is shy and refuses to take off his pants.
Tang Li didnĄŻt force him.
Midway through, she went to get a new pair of underwear that she had never worn.
I thought Song Jingtian would dislike it, but the little guy changed it on his own without saying a word.
Tang Li plugged in the hair dryer and was about to dry his hair when Song Jingtian raised his round head, grabbed the bath towel wrapped around her with both hands and asked, "Would you be unhappy if I stay here?"
"Is it useful if I'm unhappy?"
Her rhetorical question elicited a groan from Song Jingtian.
After a while, the little guy suddenly said: "Today is actually my birthday."
Amidst the buzzing of the hair dryer, Tang Li heard his words clearly and raised his eyes to look at the mirror on the wall. Song Jingtian pursed his lips and said, "My sister and brother-in-law are very busy. I live in his house and there is no one to accompany me." LetĄŻs have dinner together, my eldest nephew has to go to school like you. My eldest brother used to celebrate my birthdays for me, but this year he has a very important meeting. "
"Your mother won't celebrate your birthday?" Tang Li asked.
Song Jingtian sighed: "My mother is old, and it's normal for her to forget about me even on her own birthday. Only my eldest brother buys me cakes and gifts on time every year."
"You and your eldest brother have a very good relationship."
"That's because I lost my father when I was a child." Song Jingtian added: "My father was no longer here when I was born. My eldest brother is like my father. My eldest brother also took time to attend my kindergarten graduation ceremony."
Looking at the child's proud little face, Tang Li couldn't help but feel touched.
She has a father, but he doesnĄŻt want her.
Tang Li remembered that when she was Song Jingtian's age, she was actually happy because her mother was always with her.
Even though her life is not rich, she often helps her mother with work, but she never feels lonely or confused like standing at a crossroads.
After blowing her hair, Song Jingtian ran out with her slippers on.
The next day, the driver came to pick up Song Jingtian early.
Tang Li didnĄŻt forget to buy him breakfast.
Ą°As a result, after class in the evening, she saw him again at the gate of Wentan Garden.
The little guy was sitting by the flower bed carrying a blue Mickey schoolbag. When he saw Tang Li and Wu Xuehan coming back, he immediately ran over and said to Tang Li arrogantly: "I'm going to the commercial port to celebrate my eldest brother's birthday. In view of your good performance yesterday, I plan to take you with me." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com