Qingqing To Travel
“Uncle, uncle…”
As soon as Qingqing woke up, she ran to Fu Heng’s door with her short legs and knocked on the door.
She was still wearing a dinosaur one-piece pajamas, and her hair was not combed. She just ran out with her hair sticking out everywhere.
“Qingqing, don’t run around!”
Fu Sishen was afraid that Qingqing would run around and get lost without even putting on her shoes, so he hurriedly chased her out.
Fortunately, Qingqing is very good at recognizing directions. She took a look at it yesterday and still remembered how to get to Fu Heng’s room today.
The soundproofing effect of this hotel was average. Qingqing only knocked on the door a few times. Fu Heng heard the noise and came over to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, the little guy immediately rushed up and hugged his legs, raised her little head and complained aggrievedly: “Uncle, why didn’t you sleep with Qingqing yesterday?”
When she woke up and found that the person sleeping next to her was not Fu Heng, Qingqing was frightened.
Fu Heng had always taken her to bed with him since she was little. The first few times Fu Heng didn’t take her with him because he had something to do, Qingqing simply sat in the room all night and refused to sleep, no matter who tried to coax her.
No matter how busy he is, Fu Heng will try his best to rush home to accompany Qingqing after three times.
Even business trips should be postponed if they can be postponed, and if they cannot be postponed, they should be shortened as much as possible. It would be best if they could come back to accompany Qingqing on the same day.
One can imagine how devastated Qingqing was when she woke up and found that Fu Heng did not sleep with her.
She almost cried on the spot.
After hearing the movement, Fu Sishen thoughtfully reminded Fu Heng to rest in his room before comforting Qing Qing who was about to howl with her mouth wide open.
Then the little guy ignored the adults’ obstruction and ran to Fu Heng’s door to find someone.
“Sorry, it’s uncle’s fault.”
Fu Heng bent down, picked up Qingqing, gave her little son who was chasing behind her a reassuring look, and then took Qingqing back to the room.
“Uncle, aren’t you happy?” Qingqing put her little hand on the back of Fu Heng’s neck and patted the back of his head.
This is her usual posture to comfort people.
It’s not surprising that Gu Qingqing can see his feelings at a glance, after all, Fu Heng has long understood how sharp this child is.
He used his fingertips as a comb to smooth down the messy hair on Qingqing’s head, and said warmly: “I’m fine.”
When Qingqing heard this, she looked back and forth on Fu Heng’s face with inquiring eyes, and then she said with a look of disbelief: “Liar, uncle obviously has something going on.”
“I’m really fine.”
Fu Heng’s momentary loss of emotional control had long since been controlled by himself, and calmness returned to his mind.
He understands that the most important thing is not to immerse yourself in self-blame and regret, but think about how to make up for your past mistakes.
Fu Heng didn’t know if his adult wife knew about his eldest son’s condition, but whether she knew it or not, he had to try his best to cure their child first.
Otherwise, he would really have no face to see her.
Qingqing glared at Fu Heng with her small cheeks puffed up, unhappy that he kept denying his feelings, but there was nothing she could do if he insisted on denying her.
In the end, Qingqing compromised first.
“Uncle will help Qingqing tie her hair and make two little braids.”
After waking up, she had to go out to look for food. Qingqing made clear arrangements for herself.
“Okay.” Fu Heng smiled fondly, put her on the bed, and turned around to find clothes for Qingqing to wear today.
Qingqing’s suitcase was delivered to his room along with Fu Heng’s, so everything is here and easy to find.
It’s almost evening now.
They slept for a full day and night, so this time they got up not for breakfast, but for supper.
Fu Heng followed her instructions and tied Qingqing’s hair into two braids. He also chose her favorite hairpins as she requested, and then helped her put on the doctor’s light green skirt.
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