"Old Tang, you didn't want to give Ningning an explanation, so you went to investigate this matter, why didn't you end it and bring this child back?"

"I already know this matter in my heart, Xinyue is not at home, Sister-in-law Wu took Zhao Zhao out to eat, she may be seen, I have already investigated the people who spread rumors, and you don't want to record this matter on Zhao Zhao's head. ”

Mrs. Donald had a headache.

The old man has always loved his daughter, and now there is a younger one, and he is like a granddaughter who is obsessed.

Ning Ning didn't see him hurt her so much when she was a child, the older she gets, the more she hurts people, although she puts it here, but it doesn't hurt people.

Probably because she was depressed, when she went to the flower hall on the second floor to take care of the flowers and plants, the back of her hand was scratched by the extra twigs, and the skin was broken and there were blood marks, but there was no blood.

Thinking of the little lucky star that her husband said just now, she sighed lightly, cleaned her hands, and went upstairs to her room.

But I saw a sneaky unknown creature at my door.

A small lump, draped in a small sheet, moved around the door, unsteady and stumbled a few times.

It was like covering her ears and stealing the bell, and she was very conspicuous at her door.

"What are you doing?"

The little mountain bag seemed to be frozen, motionless.

"Tang Zhaozhao!"

Mrs. Tang read it word by word, and she didn't have much emotion.

Xiao Xiaoshan moved, and the sheets were pulled down little by little, revealing a tender little face, and the hair was still stuck to his forehead, covered by the small sheets.

"Can my grandmother see me? ”

Big eyes, big innocence.

Mrs. Tang frowned, "Don't call me Grandma. ”

"Oh!" the little milk bag lowered her head in frustration, the little sheet slid down, and Madame Donald saw that she was still holding a small box of inclined cakes in her hand.

The little milk bag also seemed to have found the cake, took off the small sheets, and raised his hands high, "Liwo!"

She raised it high, her eyes were bright, Mrs. Tang hesitated for a moment, and when the little milk bag in front of her arm was so sore that the box was about to fall, she reached out to take it, glanced at her, and turned back to the bedroom.

After taking a shower, I heard the sound outside the door again, and when I opened the bedroom door, I saw a small milk bag on tiptoe, trying to hang something on the doorknob.

The transparent bag, with Mrs. Tang's sharp eyes, was found to be a small bag of children's medical medicines, which appeared to have ointment and band-aids.

She glanced at the back of her hand, which had just been scratched, and the wound was no longer obvious.

"I don't need these, you can take them back, it's not too early, go back and sleep obediently." ”

Little Shortleg followed her into the bedroom, crying behind her, "It hurts!"

"I'm old, and older people don't cry out because of this injury. ”

"It hurts when you're older, woo~"

"Okay, okay, I'll finish applying, and after I finish applying the medicine, you will obediently go back to sleep!"

Sitting on the futon of the tea house in the bedroom, the little milk bag climbed up, the little mouth looked not very happy, the eyes were red, the little hand took out the ointment, and knew to use a cotton swab as a carrier to gently wipe her on the wound.

The little finger doesn't really have much strength, so it can be difficult to apply ointment to the wound.

After Mrs. Donald had all the ointment on the back of her hand, the little milk bag threw away the cotton swab, and the little adult exhaled a long breath, as if he had done something very difficult.

Mrs. Donald bent the corner of her lower lip, pulled a tissue from the side, and wiped off the excess ointment.