She pretended to be deaf and picked up the bottle on the cabinet to test the water temperature, as usual, not hot, suitable for the baby's mouth.

She put the bottle aside, lowered her eyebrows and wanted to hold the baby into her arms, but as soon as she reached out, the woman's small exclamation came, and her tone was quite surprised: "Miss Wen, you can't see it, let me come." The baby is still young, and it will not be good if it hurts. ”

Hearing this, the soft heart was like a needle prick, and the blood on the little face suddenly disappeared. She bit her lip and wanted to touch the baby's little hand, but she didn't want the woman to come over in a few steps, so she took the babbling baby into her arms.

"Good baby, will you drink water?" the woman chuckled, her voice soft as if it could drip water.

Although the child was small, he responded as if he understood.

"The little guy is so smart, he seems to be able to understand me, don't look at the child who can't speak, but through his eyes, he can still have some simple communication. The woman paused, and her eyes seemed to sweep over Wen Rou: "Parents are the first teachers of children, but it's a pity that Miss Wen ......"

The woman let out a long sigh of regret.

Standing soft and cramped, her body was shocked, yes, she was blind, and she even needed help to take care of the children, she unconsciously tightened her empty fingers, and sat on the bed in a daze, but her heart was overturned the five-flavor bottle, which was sour and astringent.

"The baby is so cute. The woman chuckled and complimented, holding the baby farther away.

Wen Soft panicked in her heart, and just wanted to pick up her cane to catch up, a familiar middle-aged female voice came coldly from the door: "Gentle and soft." ”

Hearing that it was Fu's mother, Wen Soft hurriedly got up to greet her, and just after walking a few steps, Fu's mother twisted her eyebrows and asked directly: "Where is the baby?"

Before Wen Rou could explain, there was a woman's footsteps behind her, and the faint smell of perfume mixed with the baby's unique sweet and soft milk fragrance approached at the same time: "Aunt Fu, the baby is here." ”

Mother Fu glanced slightly, took the baby from the woman's arms, teased her for a long time, and then raised her eyes and looked at her carefully: "Are you?"

The woman in front of her was wearing a cherry-colored French dress, her long hair was soft on her back, her legs were straight, slender and plump. lined with that delicate and soft face, it is very down-to-earth and generous.

"Aunt Fu, I am Zhou Anqian, and I was invited by Mr. Fu to be a tutor for the little master. The woman lifted the hair that fell down her cheeks, and her every move was full of the elegance and nobility of the daughter of the family.

Fu's mother was surprised: "You are the daughter of the Zhou family?"

Zhou An smiled slightly, as graceful as a breeze: "It seems that Aunt Fu knows my father." ”

Fu's mother tone became more and more kind: "I have met a few times. ”

Zhou An approached Fu's mother without a trace, held her arm affectionately, and smiled even deeper: "I have long wanted to know my aunt, and if I can cultivate an excellent heir like Mr. Fu, my aunt is definitely not an ordinary person." ”

Mother Fu handed the baby to the maid and pursed her lips with satisfaction: "The mouth is sweet." ”

After speaking, she saw Wen Rou, who had been standing next to her without making a sound, and suddenly frowned unhappily, and her voice suddenly became cold: "What are you doing here, go and pour a glass of water for me and Miss Zhou." ”

Wen Rou trembled slightly, and responded in a low voice: "Okay." ”

When he stiffened his body and went downstairs, Wen Rou only felt that there was no temperature on his body at all, and his forehead ached faintly, as if he had a serious cold.

"An Qian, how is your grandfather doing?"

"Aunt Fu is worried, grandpa has always been healthy. ”

A woman's beautiful and pleasant voice came to my ears.

Without saying a word, Wen Rou fumbled and poured two glasses of warm water in the kitchen and took them out with both hands.

Since there was no cane, Wen Rou walked slowly by memory, and I don't know what I hit halfway, there was a sharp pain in my calf, my center of gravity was unstable, and two glasses of water came out of my hand in an instant!

"Smack!" The glass smashed on the ground, the crisp voice scurried in the huge living room, and the soft face turned white, and Zhou Anqian exclaimed: "Aunt Fu, are you okay?"

Wen Soft was startled, stretched out his hands in a panic and groped, and just wanted to speak, but a voice full of anger smashed down his head and face: "How did you walk?"

Frightened, his body trembled and fell back to the ground.

"Hiss!" The next second, there was a stinging pain in her palm, and she withdrew her hands like an electric shock, but she still couldn't help but let out a painful sound, and then bit her lip deadly.

"What's going on?" a mellow and deep voice broke in, and the man's deep voice carried a faint displeasure, and the cold was overwhelming.

Slow footsteps gradually approached from the living room, a burst of warmth, moist, viscous feeling spread in the palm, soft subconsciously pinched the corners of the clothes, Fu Mu said, blood is a symbol of bad luck, she can't see blood.

"Look at what good things she has done! She can't pour a glass of water!" Seeing her son come back, Fu's mother raised her voice harshly, holding her violently undulating chest with one hand.

"Auntie, it's all my fault, I knew I should go, but I was negligent and Miss Wen couldn't see it. Zhou Anqian said in response, with a guilty face.

Fu Tingxiao's deep gaze swept towards Wen Rou coldly.

Seeing that she bowed her head silently, her eyes swept over the royal blue cradle chair in front of her, and her eyes sank. Jian frowned slightly, his thin lips moved slightly, and he said coldly: "Who put it here?"

Zhou Anqian followed his gaze, glanced at the cradle chair on the road, froze with a smile on his face, and hurriedly explained: "This is my gift to the baby." I was worried about my aunt's sore hands just now, so I put it here. ”

"Ah....." Zhou Anqian exclaimed, carefully covering his lips, as if he had reacted to something, and then his tone was even more apologetic: "It was my negligence that caused Miss Wen to bump into it." ”

Looking at Zhou Anqian's well-behaved appearance, and then at the softness that looked like a wooden pestle there, Fu's mother was angry, and sneered with a calm face: "It's no wonder that An Qian is not to blame for this, if she is not a blind person, can she have this thing?"

As he spoke, he slammed his fingers on his soft head a few times.

The word "blind" is like a knife that tears her heart into a blur of flesh and blood, her soft little face is almost transparent, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, the fist she hid behind her retracted her strength, the smell of blood filled her nose, she held her breath, and slowly spit out a few words: "I'm sorry, Mom......"

"That's enough, Mom, go up and change into soft clothes first. Fu Tingxiao's brows furrowed deeper, his slender fingers loosened his tie impatiently, and his body exuded a cold aura.

"No need, bad luck!" Fu Mu snorted coldly, and then in a blink of an eye, the face of the cold winter Layuetian turned back to dog days, "It's still Miss Zhou, I sent something to the baby on the first day, I really have a heart, look, how much the baby likes it." ”

bent down and teased the baby, the baby made an innocent silver bell-like laugh in the cradle, and Zhou Anqian replied softly, it was really like a close family, as if she was an outsider.