After the woman fed her child the medicine given by Song Baoxuan, she looked at Song Baoxuan from time to time, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

Song Baoxuan pretended not to know, read a book and went to sleep, I didn't sleep well last night, and now I'm so tired.

Fortunately, the child stopped making trouble after taking the medicine, and she was able to get a good night's sleep.

When Song Baoxuan woke up, the woman looked at Song Baoxuan with a grateful face and said.

"Eh, little girl, your medicine is really spiritual, and the fever has subsided."

"Well, just retreat."

"Little girl, I have some fruit here, I'll share some with you."

Song Baoxuan shook her head and refused, and the woman talked to Song Baoxuan.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

"Auntie, you can just call me Xiaoxuan."

"Xiaoxuan, thanks to you this time, otherwise I don't know how long it will burn."

"You're welcome, I took the money."

"I'm sorry, I didn't believe you at first, you said your grandfather is a Chinese medicine doctor?"

Song Baoxuan nodded and said without changing her face.

"Yes, my grandfather is an old Chinese medicine doctor." Grandpa, you can barely become a Chinese medicine doctor!

"That must be amazing."

"Okay."

Song Baoxuan chatted with the woman for a while, and the child in her arms woke up, and the woman was busy taking care of her child.

The little child looked at Song Baoxuan with round eyes, and shouted with waving his hands.

The woman looked at Song Baoxuan and said.

"Xiaoxuan, he knows that you helped him, and thank you!"

"Hmm."

Song Baoxuan reached out and touched the child's face, and then her hand was held by a small hand.

After holding her hand, the little one became even more excited.

The woman saw that her child liked Song Baoxuan so much, and Song Baoxuan also helped her, she was quite relieved of Song Baoxuan.

"Xiaoxuan, do you want to hug him?"

Before Song Baoxuan could refuse, the woman put her child in Song Baoxuan's arms, and Song Baoxuan felt that her body was a little stiff.

But the child in her arms was so happy that she kept screaming at Song Baoxuan, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

Song Baoxuan saw him moving around, afraid that he would fall, so she hugged her tightly.

The woman saw that Song Baoxuan was a little clumsy and said with a smile.

"Xiaoxuan, you haven't hugged a child!"

Song Baoxuan thought about it for a while, she didn't seem to have hugged a child, except for Song Qiu, who was a little younger, they were all about the same age as herself.

And Song Qiu is Song Zhaodi's belt, she... Well, it's completely salted fish.

"Nope."

"I know that you haven't held a child when you look at you like this, I'll teach you, and when you have a child in the future, you won't be in a hurry."

Song Baoxuan: "..."I'm still a child.

Song Baoxuan was corrected by the woman, and she maintained that posture.

When the child in Song Baoxuan's arms saw Song Baoxuan looking at him again, he responded to Song Baoxuan with an ah, and his two little hands were naturally not idle.

From time to time, there was a bubble in her mouth, and the milk fat on both sides was shaking, and Song Baoxuan was a little cute.

However, Song Baoxuan felt that her hands were starting to be sour when she hugged them, and she spoke.

"Auntie, take him back!"

"Okay."

The woman wanted to take the child back, but he grabbed Song Baoxuan's clothes and didn't let go, as if he wanted to lie in Song Baoxuan's arms.

"He doesn't want to go! You stinky boy, let go of this sister's clothes, or I'm going to spank your ass. ”

"Let go, you've scratched my sister's clothes."

Even if the child was unhappy, he was forcibly taken away by his mother, and his round eyes looked at Song Baoxuan with some pity, as if he wanted Song Baoxuan to "save" him.

Song Baoxuan saw his eyes, but turned her head away, as if she hadn't seen anything.

She didn't want to hold this little child anymore, her hands were sore.

The woman also noticed her son's behavior and slapped his ass gently and amusefully.

"Stinky boy, don't you know me? This is treating me like a bad person! ”

Later, when Song Baoxuan was reading, the little child stared at her.

When Song Baoxuan was eating, the child was still staring at her.

When Song Baoxuan looked at the child, he shouted excitedly.

Song Baoxuan admits that this child is quite cute, except for crying when he has a fever, he doesn't cry anymore now.