Jiang Xiaochao had a particularly comfortable sleep this time. The weather was hot. Hu Yao borrowed needle and thread from Lin Zhaodi to sew his torn clothes on the edge of the bed, and fanned him with a cattail leaf fan from time to time.
His sleeping face was very cute, he must have been dreaming, he smacked his red mouth, said it was delicious with a confused milky voice, and nibbled his little hand twice.
Hu Yao was amused by him, grabbed his little hand that was stained with saliva, and pulled the hem of his clothes to cover his exposed belly.
At noon, the bright and warm sunshine poured in from the window, illuminating the room with warmth. Hu Yao looked at him quietly for a long time, feeling in her heart that she had never felt before.
This is what it feels like to be a mother.
What a pity that she wasn't awake enough to watch him being born.
The cut on her forehead was not shallow, and Hu Yao changed the dressing diligently. It has been much better in the past two days, but it would still hurt if she was shaken a lot.
Jiang Xiaochao is also very considerate. As long as Hu Yao frowns, he will come over to ask her questions and give her a blowjob.
Hu Yao thinks he is the best child she has ever seen, regardless of whether he is her son or not.
The clothes she changed after getting wet by the river in the morning were not washed yet. There was still a lot of water in the big tank in the yard. In the afternoon, Hu Yao simply washed the clothes in the yard.
Jiang Xiaochao was an active child. After Hu Yao was injured, he felt that he had not taken good care of her, but he blamed himself, so he clung to her tightly for the past two days.
Hu Yao was washing clothes, but he couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't go out to play. So he played in the mud next to Hu Yao, using the water that Hu Yao had used to wash the clothes.
There was mud in the yard, and he played with the mud, making it pitted.
There were mud spots on his little hands, clothes and face.
Hu Yao hesitated and wanted to stop him, but seeing his happy face, she couldn't say anything.
She could wash the clothes when they got dirty, and then she would fill the holes with sand after he finished playing with them.
"Yao Yao, let's play together!"
Seeing that Hu Yao had finished washing her clothes, Jiang Xiaochao invited her. After finishing making the dumplings, he ran home and took out cups and bowls to put the dumplings on.
He squatted on the ground, tilted his head and looked at her sparkling eyes, the pure and bright eyes inside were filled with joy.
Hu Yao couldn't refuse, and couldn't bear to say what was wrong with him playing with mud with clean dishes and chopsticks, so she knelt down and played with him.
Jiang Xiaochao is a boy, and he can play such little girl's games only because of Hu Yao, who often took him to play with her before.
"Yao Yao, this is yours, this is mine, and this is dad's!" Jiang Xiaochao was a little tired after squatting for a long time, so he simply sat on the ground and spread his little feet to divide the "dishes" carefully.
"You, take your father's cup!" Hu Yao suddenly remembered that Jiang Han beat them both because of his cup!
She was startled and quickly took the porcelain cup filled with mud balls in his little hand.
"What's wrong Yaoyao?" Jiang Xiaochao looked at her puzzled, wondering why she had such a big reaction.
He never had a long memory of being lectured by Jiang Han, otherwise he wouldn't have committed the same crime again and again.
"You can't take this cup, me, let's get something else." Hu Yao lowered her head and took out the mud balls in the cup one by one.
Jiang Xiaochaohe's clay balls are also very skillful. Each one is so complete that it won't come loose no matter how you hold it.
As soon as she took out all the clay balls, she got up to wash the cup.
Sudden.
There was a loud banging sound on the door, and the half-open door was thrown open. Hu Yao had her back to the door. Before she could turn around and look, the man had already strode up to them.
A huge black shadow fell from top to bottom, completely covering her.
She turned her head and looked up, and saw a tall and strong body standing in front of her. He was too tall, and she couldn't see his face clearly from the squatting position, but the heavy air pressure emanating from him was extremely obvious. He didn't say a word, but His aura was unreasonable and his displeasure could be clearly felt.
Hu Yao paused and looked at him blankly.
"Look at the way you look now! Have you ignored what I said?"
Jiang Han raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, grabbed her slender arm and lifted her up, without any pity for her, and with strong strength.
With his gentle mention, Hu Yao's feet were halfway off the ground, and her heart dropped.
"Hand out your hand!" Jiang Han shouted in a deep voice.
Hu Yao was stunned. His stern and impatient voice reached her ears. She trembled slightly and felt frightened.
What moved faster than the rigid and confused thoughts was her subconsciously reaching out her hand in front of him.
It seems that after doing this action many times, muscle memory has been generated.
"Snapped!"
He slapped her muddy palm mercilessly.
Hu Yao let out a low cry in pain and subconsciously took her hand back, her clear and beautiful apricot eyes overflowing with moisture.
His hand was still raised, as if he still wanted to hit her. His stern and frowning eyebrows had a fierceness to them, he was really good at hitting people!
Jiang Han's body was completely different from that of Li Zhuangzhi. Even if she tried her best, she couldn't restrain him like Lin Zhaodi. She had just reached his chest, and he even gave her a wide circle. , it will really crush her!
Hu Yao took two steps back, looking flustered.
She can't help but be afraid of people like Jiang Han, and he is not a reasonable person.
"You know how to hide now? Come here." Jiang Han looked at her and saw that she was trembling with fear. He snorted coldly and easily pulled her close to him again. He threatened her bluntly: "Hu Yao, have I followed you before? You said, don't make trouble for me again? I asked you to go to the Hu family?"
"Are you satisfied with a hole in your head now? How about I break your legs too?"
His grip on her arm was so tight that it hurt her a little, and his fierce and low words didn't sound like he was telling lies.
Hu Yao's heart was beating very fast, her face turned pale with fright, and she was speechless. All she could think of was his ferocious appearance, which was extremely scary.
"Please understand, are you a three-year-old child? You are five years old, and your son is only three years old!" Jiang Han sounded impatient.
"Daddy hates it!!"
When Jiang Xiaochao saw that Hu Yao was scolding him as soon as he came back, he got angry and picked up the cup on the ground with a sullen face. He rushed over and knocked on his knee.
"Jiang Fuchao!" Jiang Han temporarily let go of Hu Yao and picked him up.
Glancing at the bulge on his forehead, looking at the mess in the yard and the dirty cup that belonged to him in his hand, Jiang Han's face turned dark and gloomy, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and he couldn't help but get angry again: " When I first raised a dog, I felt less worried than raising you!"
He himself is not a good-tempered person, and he is also afraid of trouble. After having the mother and son around him, his patience has been repeatedly challenged.
"Then you raise a dog! The dog is not willing to be raised by you!" Jiang Xiao Chaohao was not afraid of his black face, and swung his little feet in the air and shouted at him.
"Only my mother and I are generous enough to support you! Who else is willing to be your wife and son!" Jiang Xiaochao was well aware of his own father's reputation.
Jiang Han laughed angrily and threw him aside: "I'm not allowed to go up the mountain overnight to kowtow to your father and the others to say thank you?"
