ST3YC Chapter 13.2

“Why did he cry just now?”

 

The person was gone, the little guy was still struggling with this problem.

 

With a light sigh, even Fu Sijin couldn’t help shaking his head at his best friend.

 

“His sister is gone, he can’t find her, so he can only cry sadly.”

 

“Sister is going to school?” Qingqing muttered in a puzzled voice.

 

How could it not be found?

 

It’s a pity that the volume of her words was too low, and she was not within Fu Sijin’s hearing range.

 

Lifting his watch to check the time, at 3:30 in the afternoon, Fu Sijin reminded: “Qing Qing, it’s time, you should be going to take a nap.”

 

Qingqing is not very willing: “I’m not sleepy, I don’t want to sleep.”

 

She didn’t finish the building blocks, she wanted to play for a while.

 

But how could Fu Sijin, who had already seen through her careful thinking, agree?

 

He got up and went to make milk for Qingqing.

 

Pour hot water at a suitable temperature into the baby bottle, and then add two spoons of milk powder to the required amount of water, close the lid, pick up the baby bottle and rub it in the palms of your hands.

 

From the first unfamiliarity, full of mistakes, and even the wrong measurement of milk powder and water, it is now as smooth as flowing water.

 

Fu Sijin didn’t know how many times he had practiced secretly in private.

 

After making the milk, you have to test the temperature on your wrist. After it feels almost the same, you can give it to your child.

 

Let Qingqing hold the bottle to drink, while Fu Sijin walked into the lounge next door with her.

 

As soon as she touched the soft big bed, Qingqing automatically lay down, completely different from the person who said she didn’t want to sleep.

 

Fu Sijin ignored her and went out, waited five minutes before coming in.

 

Sure enough, Qingqing had fallen asleep, still holding a baby bottle in her mouth.

 

After carefully taking the baby bottle out of her mouth, covering her with a quilt, raising the temperature of the air conditioner, and confirming that the child would not catch a cold, Fu Sijin went out lightly.

 

Although Qing Qing was only three years old, she was well educated.

 

This kind of education is not only reflected in personality and behavior habits, but also in daily routines.

 

She has a regular schedule.

 

Go to bed before 9:30 in the evening, wake up at 6 in the morning, take a nap from 3:30 to 4 in the afternoon, and sleep until you wake up at five or six for dinner.

 

This will ensure adequate sleep for young children to grow.

 

Unless something is delayed, her work and rest will not change.

 

It was almost half past five when Qingqing woke up on her own.

 

When she woke up, she looked for someone: “Ajin…Ajin…”

 

She already knew that Aunt Ding was going home to take care of her children, so she changed her words to call Fu Sijin, who she knew best.

 

No one responded, Qingqing yelled for a while, and seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she simply crawled out of the bed with humming.

 

With the experience of the previous few times, Qingqing is now a lot more proficient in her movements, and she can slide down the edge of the bed after a short slip, and she can stand on her own.

 

She slapped her short legs, rushed to the door to open it herself, but couldn’t open it no matter how she twisted it.

 

Can’t help but feel a little anxious.

 

“Ajin……”

 

The little hand slapped on the door, Qingqing shouted, “Ajin Ajin…the door is closed…”

 

Halfway through the struggle, the closed door was suddenly opened from outside.

 

A pair of fair and slender calves greeted her eyes, and looking up there was a fresh light blue skirt.

 

This is an unfamiliar woman that Qingqing has never seen before. She is not very beautiful, but she is also a rare beauty.

 

The most special thing is her aura.

 

As gentle as a spring breeze, and as elegant as a clear moon, staying beside her will only make people feel extremely comfortable, as if any troubles in the world have disappeared.

 

Only now, there is a sense of sadness between the beauty’s eyebrows and her eyes, which is slightly melancholy.

 

Especially when she saw Qingqing’s small face, her face suddenly became pale

 

For a moment, she don’t know why.

 

“Pretty sister, who are you?”

 

 

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