C13 Daddy Hugged Her

Her watery eyes stared at Fu Xirui. Her voice was gentle and gentle.

Ever since Jian Qingchu found out that he was Fu Mo's son, she carefully recalled all the strange things that happened at Fu Xirui's house.

Just from her contact with him, other than not being able to talk or be touched, this child should have received quite a good etiquette education.

She believed that such a child would not push a girl.

Feeling Jian Qingchu's trusting gaze, Fu Xirui's cold and stiff face finally had an expression.

"No." His rosy lips spat out two words like gold, and then he turned his eyes to the side with slight annoyance.

He only spoke because he didn't want to be wrongly accused.

Yes, that's right!

"Good son ~" Jian Qingchu showed a gratified expression and touched Fu Xirui's head.

Fu Xirui frowned even more. He clenched his little claws into fists in his sleeve. He looked at Jian Qingchu's bright eyes, which were smiling like crescent moons, and slowly let go of his claws.

For the sake of the fierce woman helping him...

He endured it.

"He said he didn't push it, so he didn't push it? I don't believe it! Your son is lying all over the place when he sees it!"

When she heard Fu Xirui's words, the lady jumped up anxiously.

How is this possible! Without pushing, how could her daughter cry!

"Good daughter, quickly tell mom, did this brat make you cry?"

The lady refused to believe it and came in front of her daughter, grabbed her shoulder, and raised her voice.

The little girl was a bit scared, and her sobbing stopped. She subconsciously nodded, and the lady immediately revealed a proud expression. But in the next second, she timidly shook her head.

"No, no... He didn't push me..." The timid voice was like a mosquito buzzing.

"What did you say?" The lady stared at her daughter.

Jian Qingchu comforted her gently and interrupted the lady's scolding.

"Little girl, tell me, what is going on? A girl who lies will have a long nose. When the time comes, she will become an ugly monster!"

The little girl grabbed her skirt and carefully looked up at the lady. She then lowered her head and muttered.

"I fell down myself. Other girls will hug girls when they fall, but he won't hug me..." She pouted, feeling wronged.

"Pfft..." Jian Qingchu couldn't help but laugh, "Little girl, who taught you this?"

"My father is like this. The last time I saw a girl fall down in the company, I saw my father hug her..." The girl suddenly had confidence.

Hearing this, the lady's face darkened.

"Say it again! Which slut is it!?" She glared at her daughter.

The little girl was shocked and retreated to the corner, not daring to speak.

"Now that the matter has been clarified, it should be time to apologize, right? As for your family matter, I don't think you need to settle it at school, right?" Jian Qingchu reminded her "kindly."

The lady was so angry that her face turned red and she spoke unwillingly.

"I'm sorry."

Jian Qingchu raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not the one you should be sorry about." She looked at Fu Xirui.

"I'm sorry! I misunderstood you." The lady raised her voice and apologized to Fu Xirui.

"Sorry, sorry..." The little girl also apologized timidly.

The lady angrily dragged the little girl away from the kindergarten.

"Let's go, son. Mommy will take you home!" Jian Qingchu held Fu Xirui's hand.

Such a young child was ignorant of the world. If she humiliated him in front of outsiders at this time, it would only make him hate contact with the outside world even more.

Regarding the matter of identity, it was better to go home and chat with him alone!

"Hiss..."

"What's the matter?" Jian Qingchu keenly noticed that something was wrong with Fu Xirui.

She squatted down and forcefully rolled up Fu Xirui's sleeve.

She saw that the sleeve of the shirt underneath the coat was stained with blood. Because it was covered by the coat, the blood did not flow out.

On her fair skin, a knife the size of a bottle could be clearly seen.

"When did this happen? Such a big wound, why didn't you say so!" Jian Qingchu frowned and quickly checked the wound.

Fu Xirui pursed his lips and did not say anything. His cold little face was exactly the same as Fu Mo's.

Even though Jian Qingchu did not have any feelings for him, when she saw his face, she could not control her mother's love. She held his other hand and quickly took a taxi home.

After spending so much time in kindergarten, the hospital just happened to be time for her to get off work. She was going to the hospital now and was not going to go home to treat her wound.

In the past, she had done this kind of thing many times when she did missions.

When she got home, Jian Qingchu immediately found a medical kit to treat Fu Xirui's wound.

She carefully cleaned up the bloodstains and used alcohol to disinfect the wound.

Jian Qingchu blew air as she carefully touched the wound with a cotton swab stained with alcohol.

Fu Xirui sat on the sofa with his short legs on the ground. He stuck close to the sofa and his chubby face was scrunched up. His pink lips were tightly pressed together and did not make any sound.

Jian Qingchu looked up and saw that Fu Xirui did not say anything. Beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

If it was her son, he would have screamed and jumped up a long time ago.

When she thought of this, a trace of heartache appeared in Jian Qingchu's eyes.

Although this child did not like to talk, he was much more sensible than ordinary children.

If he was really her child...

"You..." Jian Qingchu wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Fu Xirui noticed Jian Qingchu looking at him from time to time and suddenly heard her voice. He was a little nervous.

Could it be that she recognized that he was not her son? Was it because he wasn't obedient? What should he do...

For the first time, so many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Jian Qingchu looked at Fu Xirui's obsidian eyes and could not bear to watch.

It was just a temporary exchange. As long as his son was not recognized, it would not be a problem for him to stay here for a while longer.

"What dishes do you want to eat tonight? Mommy will make it for you. Do you want to eat chicken drumsticks?" Jian Qingchu suddenly smiled and asked.

It just so happened that during this period of time, she could take the opportunity to investigate her relationship with this child.

Fu Xirui's cold little face was expressionless, but his heart was already in turmoil.

"Whatever." He turned his head awkwardly and did not look into her eyes.

He kept feeling that if he looked at her a few more times, he would not be able to bear to hide it from her anymore.

If she knew that he was not her son at all, she would not be so nice to him...