"Uncle Fu." Fu Yao turned his head, looked at the man who pushed the door in, and looked at him calmly: "I'll go to sleep right away." ”

Fu Xici looked at the child in front of him, and felt a little pity in his heart, and sighed lowly: "Yao Yao, is she missing her mother?" ”

Fu Yao hurriedly shook his head, bit his lip, and smiled at him: "Yao Yao doesn't have a mother, and Yao Yao doesn't want a mother." ”

Fu Xici stepped forward and squatted in front of him, touched his forehead with his big hand, the cool temperature, no longer had a fever, picked him up and put him on the bed: "Then hurry up and go to sleep!" ”

This child, no matter how uncomfortable it is, will never cry or make trouble, and will never be coquettish with him, and he is not mature like a child.

"Uncle Fu, you go to bed early." Fu Yao obediently closed his eyes and said softly, "Good night." ”

Fu Xici tucked the quilt for him, adjusted the bedside lamp to the appropriate brightness, and said softly: "If it's uncomfortable, just call someone to know?" ”

"Okay." Fu Yao responded.

Fu Xi got up and left and closed the door.

Fu Yao suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, looked in the direction of the door, tears fell down, and after watching the big meeting, his little head was buried in the quilt, and his little body couldn't stop trembling.

His father is dead, he doesn't have a mother, he only has Uncle Fu, he has to be very obedient and obedient, and he can't make trouble for Uncle Fu, so Uncle Fu will take him in.

He's sick, he's so uncomfortable now, he watches TV and books, and when children are sick, they will have their mothers by their side.

He really wanted to be like other children, with his mother coaxing him to sleep, telling him stories, singing lullabies, and coaxing him to eat.

In the middle of the night, Qin Chu suddenly became hungry, and his hungry stomach growled.

She glanced at Su Yue, who was sleeping soundly beside her, and tiptoed out of bed, ready to find something to fill her stomach, and it was very uncomfortable to be hungry until dawn and couldn't sleep.

The kitchen of the Fu family, on the first floor, was dark everywhere.

Qin Chu couldn't see clearly, and he didn't dare to use his mobile phone to illuminate it, if someone found out, it would be too embarrassing, and he walked forward like a thief by the light shining in from the window.

Who knew that while walking, something suddenly bumped into her leg, and when she looked down, she saw a small child, looking up at her.

In the dark, two people, one big and one small, stared at each other with big eyes.

The room was dark, and she couldn't see the child's appearance clearly, but she could only see the child's hand holding a braised hoof bigger than his face, which looked very happy.

"Who are you?"

Two 'thieves' who ran out in the middle of the night to steal food asked each other loudly at the same time.

"Fu Yao."

“……”

Fu Yao said his name, but Qin Chu didn't speak.

Qin Chu looked at the little guy's stunned little appearance, he couldn't hold back, he sneered, squatted in front of him, and looked at him at eye level.

Fu Yao realized that he had been fooled, and puffed out his cheeks: "You big liar!" ”

Qin Chu only felt that the baby in front of him was indescribably cute, pinched his little face, and asked him, "Are you the son of Senior Fu?" ”

Fu Yao's eyes flashed with an obvious silence, and his voice was muffled: "He is my uncle." ”

He also thinks that Uncle Fu is his father, and he dreams about it, but unfortunately it's not.

Qin Chu thought that the little guy was the son of Fu Yingdi, but when he heard him say no, he didn't know why, so he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him and said seriously: "Children can't eat cold things, they will have diarrhea." ”

She touched it, and the pig's trotters should have just been taken out of the refrigerator, and it was cold.