"You want to leave without the child's medicine?"

Shang Zhan's obviously displeased tone made Wei Ai frown unconsciously.

"You can ...... too"

"I won't!"

The phrase 'no' is so justified that it seems like he won't be something to be proud of.

Wei Ai wanted to open her mouth to refute something, but in the end she chose to shut up.

September's injury was her responsibility, and she was supposed to take care of him until he recovered.

Giving up the idea of going home, I only raised my feet and walked towards the stairs.

Shang Zhan was still standing on the platform on the second floor, looking at the woman walking with deep eyes, and his eyes gradually became deeper.

Very simple outfit, goose yellow sweater cardigan dark skinny jeans, long hair tied up into a ponytail, palm-sized small face, no trace of fat powder, looks pure

Soft; His eyes drooped slightly, even if he didn't look at it, Shang Zhan could imagine how charming and crystal clear it was.

He is not tall, but he is uneven, and the place where he should develop has not fallen at all, and he grows surprisingly well.

The gradually hot eyes fell on her plumpness, and I couldn't help but wonder in my heart: Is the one-handed mastery five years ago a little bigger now?

Just thinking about it tightly, somewhere in the lower body becomes impatient, hard as iron.

Damn it!

With a secret curse in her heart, she turned around and went back to her bedroom before she could go upstairs.

Hearing the man's footsteps gradually moving away, only Ai's beating heart gradually recovered as usual, and he didn't dare to rub it any longer, so he took three steps and two steps up to the second floor, found the children's room and walked in.

On the small bed, September slept soundly, his injured arm was put aside, and he looked at the still reddened place, and his heart became uncomfortable again.

There was a household medicine box on the side of the small bed, and Wei Ai opened it and took out gauze, cleaned the wound with disinfectant first, and then gently wiped it clean with gauze.

When the ointment was applied, Shang Jiujiu, who was asleep, suddenly screamed in pain, and was so frightened that Wei Ai immediately hugged him and coaxed him for a long time before he quieted down.

When I rubbed it again, the movements became lighter and lighter, but fortunately, this time, I didn't cry out about pain in September, and I slept quite peacefully.

After packing up the medicine box, Wei Ai did not leave immediately, but sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping child, and felt a pantothenic acid somewhere in his heart.

Although the family is wealthy, his father doesn't love his mother, but he is just a five-year-old child......

Unconsciously, only love thinks of herself.

Compared with Shang Jiujiu, how similar the two encounters were!

I haven't seen my mother since I was born, and my father is a gambler, and he doesn't care about anything at home except for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling; Not only that, but it also ruined the originally good family foundation.

If it weren't for the small courtyard where her grandmother lived with her life, maybe she and her grandmother would have been living on the streets.

In her childhood, what she longed for most was the love of her parents, but that love was like a star in the sky, which could only be looked up to, not touched.

For this, she doesn't know how many times she has secretly cried.

When I grew up, I slowly learned to accept reality and become strong.

Looking at September's sleeping little face, her hand unconsciously stroked it and murmured, "September, don't be afraid, Auntie is with you." ”

"How long can you stay with him?"

A deep voice came from behind itself.