"Wow...... Wow......"

A child's cry suddenly sounded in the room, startling Sanxi's hand holding the kettle, and the splashed hot water immediately scalded the back of his white hand with a few red spots.

She hissed in pain, but she didn't care about herself for the first time, hurriedly screwed the bottle on the table, and trotted into the bedroom where the cry was while shaking the bottle.

The bedroom is simply furnished, with a double bed facing the doorway and a crying baby lying on the bed.

Sang Xi hurriedly went over and picked up the poor little baby, gently shook and patted it, and finally did not forget to send the bottle with the right temperature to the child's mouth, and the baby gradually stopped crying.

It was an 8-month-old baby girl and Sanghi's daughter.

But she's only 21 years old.

Sanhi looked at the child in his arms and remembered the man again. Although the child has not grown, he looks like him in his eyebrows and eyes. It was obvious that he had done something that hurt her like that, but all she could think of was his warm smile.

He had a wonderful smile.

The milk in the bottle was drunk, and the child in his arms fell asleep. Sanxi gently placed the child on the bed and adjusted to what she thought was the correct sleeping position, moving extremely slowly, for fear of waking her up again.

She was young, and no one had taught her how to do that.

But she had to learn how to take care of a small child.

She slowly squatted on the side of the bed, looked at the baby's sleeping face, and asked softly, "Xiaoyi, do you miss your father?" ”

Of course, Sanxi didn't get any response, but she thought, she wanted her child's father, even if it was just to see him from afar.

Suddenly, the sound of children's laughter pulled her thoughts back, and she walked to the window to look down, a group of children downstairs were playing and slapping the ball, and there were several old people talking about something lively, and she couldn't hear clearly.

This is a relatively old-fashioned community, and the building types in the community are not uniform, some are tall and some are short, and there are all kinds of them. But the scenery in the neighborhood is unique. The community is full of peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, magnolias, begonias and so on. Mixed together, planted on both sides of all the corridors in the community. It's the season of flowers. Sang Xi's family lives on the ninth floor, and she looks down on the entire community from her current perspective, deep and shallow, clusters of pink, and the whole community is densely dotted, which is very beautiful.

She loved it here.

Although the children downstairs looked very energetic, like this cluster of flowers, she loved to look at them, but at this moment her children were sleeping, and she loved her children even more, so she closed the window tightly and pulled down the soundproof curtains.

No one can treat her children badly in the slightest.