C14 The Way Children Are Educated

Han Xin would never have thought that one day, she would be able to cook for Qin XuanAo again. It was in her own home, and moreover, it was sold by her own son!

Sigh! He sighed heavily again.

Little An and Qin XuanAo watched the cartoon from the living room. It was hard to imagine an adult who looked serious would like to watch this kind of childish cartoon. Little An was even exaggerating the lines spoken by someone in the imitation room.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't told Little An of his father's existence a few years ago, but when he saw Qin Xuan's arrogance, it was as if he had grabbed hold of a lifesaver. Little An really hoped to have a father, right?

Maybe this was good as well? Once again, this thought flashed through his mind. However, when he thought about the engagement ceremony that he had promised his senior two days later, he felt his heart clench. His hand slipped and the blade in his hand cut into his finger, causing blood to flow out immediately.

Hearing the commotion, father and son simultaneously ran over. They didn't want to let them see their sorry state, but Qin Xuan didn't care about her resistance and pulled her bleeding hand over.

Looking at her wound, Qin XuanAo frowned as he said, "Why are you being so careless? Why are you making food?" Then, he took her hand and poured some water in and rinsed it off.

Little An's reaction was quick. He took out a small medicine box from the cabinet at home. It was probably because he had frequently scratched and scratched wounds. The medicine boxes were filled with medicine that could only be used by children. Qin Xuan's expression became serious again.

He turned around and took out his cell phone to give Meng Fei a call. "Go and buy me some medicine right now."

Without explaining the drug, he shouted into the phone, "Send it in ten minutes, or you'll know the consequences."

They could even imagine the despair on Meng Fei's face as he howled into the sky. This assistant was truly talented. How could he survive until now with such a master in his hands? And how could he be considered loyal?

Little An didn't understand the meaning of the phone call. He just thought about his mother's wound and handed her a small Band-Aid. He naively thought that as long as he put on the Band-Aid, his mother's wound would miraculously heal.

Seeing his son's eyes filled with heartache, Han An crouched down and stared at him. Little An held her in his arms, his voice choked with sobs. "Is mother in pain? So much blood …"

He sniffed, trying to hold back his tears. Han Xin Xin really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, how could she still comfort his emotions? Sigh, but after seeing his pitiful appearance, she shifted her attention away from him and didn't feel any pain anymore.

Han Xin comforted, "It's okay, Mom doesn't hurt. Little An has to know to be strong, don't cry all the time!"

This sentence was indeed useful. Xiao An rubbed his eyes, raised his head and puffed out his chest and said, "Xiao An is a man! Little An will not cry! "

If it was a crime against the law, he would probably have been caught. Although Little An was a boy, he cared more about others than most other children. Even the mother, Han Xin, often thought: Is her son really not even four years old yet?

The answer was definitely unsolvable. Perhaps it was because the genes of the Qin family were too good, so the child they gave birth to was beautiful and intelligent?

Qin XuanAo probably wanted to teach Little An how to feel about others, which could also be considered a form of education for children. He said: "Little An, mother was lying to you. Did it hurt when you were cut?"

Little An obediently nodded his head. Qin XuanAo continued to speak, "In the future, will Little An be able to touch such a dangerous thing?"

Little An shook his head, his big eyes filled with innocence, probably thinking about the severity of the matter. His logic was very simple, and soon he came to a conclusion: Playing with dangerous things = bleeding = pain, suddenly he looked at Qin Xuan's arrogant eyes, and quickly shook his head: "Little An, you don't want to play! Little An is afraid of pain! "

As expected, he was his own son. A brain that could understand everything at once was truly intelligent. Han Xin Xin was startled, and it seemed that he had neglected Little An's education in all its aspects. To be able to constantly focus on the child's education like Qin XuanAo, he must have placed a great deal of importance on the child's father.

The wound was tearing again, probably because it had moved a little. Blood flowed again, and Qin XuanAo was about to give Meng Fei another call when he heard the rapid ringing of the doorbell.

Meng Fei was panting as he stood in front of Han Xin's home, carrying bags of medicine. It could be seen that he had run over to buy things and climb the stairs. Han Xin was somewhat impressed by how much money Qin Xuan Ao had given him in order to work so hard …

However, the large bags of medicine in front of him had indeed shocked Han Xin. Little An had never seen so many medicines before. Apart from the pharmacy and the hospital, this was the first time he was shocked by Meng Fei's exaggerated style of doing things.

"Wah!" Uncle, why did you buy so many medicines? Mom only cut her hand! " The childish voice of Little An shattered the last breath of Meng Fei. He collapsed onto the ground, cursing his scheming superior in his heart: Why don't you just say clearly that you want to buy some disinfectant and bandage! And he bought a box of all the varieties!

Before Qin XuanAo could even arrive, he heard the clatter of leather shoes. Meng Fei bounced up from the ground and quickly took out a Band-Aid and some disinfectant from a bag. He respectfully handed them over to Qin XuanAo without any complaints.

"Young Master, this is what you want." Meng Fei's tone was extremely calm, but Qin XuanAo was actually looking at the large and small packets of medicine on the ground. He lightly smiled, picked up one of the boxes, and began to carefully examine it.

"You think I need this? The pregnancy test stick? "

Meng Fei frantically grabbed at everything in a flurry, not considering whether it was necessary to also stuff it in. He couldn't blame someone for being sloppy, but Qin XuanAo hadn't made a clear statement.

Meng Fei lowered his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. He really wanted to find a hole and hide in it!

"Next time I'll buy something with a brain." Qin Xuan waved his hands haughtily as he picked up the disinfectant and walked towards Han Xin, focusing on her wounds.

Who knew that Han Xin Xin insisted on taking down his position and said, "You didn't explain it clearly to them yourself, so why do you blame them?"

Seeing Meng Fei's grateful expression, someone finally gave him a way out. He quickly reported to Qin XuanAo and ran downstairs, not knowing what kind of poison he would encounter if he stayed there.

Little An giggled again. Pointing at Meng Fei's retreating back, he said, "Uncle, you're so timid. You're scared whenever you see Father."