Hu Yao's red lips were tightly closed and she said nothing, her eyes wandering.
"You fell." Jiang Han said it clearly.
"I'm sorry." Hu Yao admitted her mistake frankly without looking at his expression.
"If you drop it, just drop it." Jiang Xiaochao disagreed. He didn't know what the heirloom was, but he knew that his father had more than one cup like this in his drawer.
"What, you want to suffer for your mother?" Jiang Han looked at him.
"Don't hit him!" Hu Yao quickly hugged Jiang Xiaochao and changed her position to protect him behind her.
Her outstretched fingertips traced his arm, leaving a slight touch that was fleeting.
The next look was her wary look.
He looked like he would really beat her precious son to death.
Yes, if you have a good mind, you already know how to protect Jiang Fuchao. There was no time before that I didn't watch from the sidelines while eating cakes.
"I won't hit him. I'll hit you. Come here." Jiang Han motioned for her to come closer.
Hu Yao froze.
Jiang Han seemed to be impatient, holding her wrist and pulling her close.
She was so light and weightless that with a slight tug, she crashed into his arms.
The muscles on his body were strong and hard. Hu Yao bumped against him. Not only did the place where she hit hurt, but she accidentally hit her wound.
A brief sting spread from the injury, and Hu Yao's eyes went dark. She only felt that her eyelids were a little heavy, and her body went limp in the next second.
Jiang Han paused, put his arms around her waist, and looked down at her pale face in his arms, his eyes a little incredulous.
So fragile? Was it the fright or the slight bump?
He didn't feel any pain at all, and she felt like a ball of cotton.
"Mom!" Jiang Xiaochao was startled and threw away the shortbread that was left in his hand. He rushed towards Jiang Han with a flat mouth and looked at Jiang Han accusingly. Tears soon filled his eyes.
"Dad hates it! Mom will be stupid again later and become Yaoyao." His mind was spinning very fast.
Seeing a faint trace of blood oozing from the gauze bandaging her forehead, Jiang Han frowned, lifted up the limp Hu Yao by his waist, raised his foot and swept him away: "Go up there."
Hu Yao's wound was not shallow. Jiang Han lifted the gauze and looked at the bloody gash. His frowning eyebrows tightened unconsciously.
He quickly replaced her with new medicine. Jiang Xiaochao lay on the side with a wrinkled face and muttered like an old lady, holding Hu Yao's hand tightly as if she was afraid that she would die like this.
Extremely verbose.
Jiang Han impatiently flicked his paw away and asked him to call the doctor at the health station to take a look at Hu Yao.
Jiang Xiaochao immediately shut his mouth and ran away.
…
Hu Yao woke up at night. When she opened her eyes, she met Jiang Xiaochao, who was standing in front of her and looking at her closely.
"Yao Yao, you're awake!" Jiang Xiaochao's eyes lit up.
He was so close that his fleshy cheeks almost stuck to hers.
Hu Yao did not ignore the nervousness and worry in his eyes. She smiled at him and hugged him slightly slowly.
After she regained her composure, she let go of him and sat up, subconsciously looking around.
When he found that Jiang Han was not in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yao Yao, are you hungry?" Jiang Xiaochao asked thoughtfully.
Hu Yao didn't eat dinner and fainted again. It was a good thing that he didn't mention it. She really felt a little hungry when he mentioned it.
"Has Chaochao eaten?" Hu Yao held his little hand: "Where is your...father?"
"Dad is out. Yaoyao, do you want to call me daddy?" Jiang Xiaochao said that he could help her call Jiang Han back.
"No, no need." Hu Yao shook her head quickly.
After shaking it gently, I felt a little dizzy again.
She calmed down and did not continue to ask about Jiang Han.
Jiang Xiaochao talked to her for a while, and saw that her complexion was a little better, and she was still the same Hu Yao who was very gentle to him, so he was not so worried, and skipped to the kitchen to bring her the dinner left for her.
"Dad baked potatoes, eggs, and this meat..."
The bowl filled with food was quite large, and Jiang Xiaochao was holding it half in his arms.
"Where did the eggs and meat come from?" Hu Yao was really hungry, so she didn't hesitate and took the bowl and started eating.
"Dad bought them. My eggs are also for Yaoyao to eat." Jiang Xiaochao helped her peel the egg shells seriously.
"The doctor uncle said that Yaoyao needs delicious food to get better."
He spoke softly to Hu Yao, saying that he was peeling eggs for Hu Yao, but the eggs were so fragrant. After peeling them, he subconsciously opened his mouth and took a bite. He didn't react until he finished.
He bit it, but before swallowing it, he blinked, spit it out, covered the egg back to its original position, covered it with his little hand and handed it over: "Yao Yao, here you go."
"..." Hu Yao, who witnessed all this, was a little amused and speechless.
"Eat Chaochao, there is another one here."
It is said that the food of the Jiang family is very good. Jiang Han often brings meat home, including eggs.
Hu Yao knew two days ago that Jiang Xiaochao especially liked eggs, and he liked them no matter how they were cooked. But even if he likes it very much, he will not eat it alone like other children. He will share it with her.
Jiang Xiaochao is really good.
Hu Yao looked at him with a well-behaved face, and her eyes softened again.
In fact, Hu Yao didn't know that Jiang Xiaochao was the only one who was so generous to her. Just now at dinner, because he left his eggs to her, he snatched Jiang Han's, and Jiang Han gave him a lesson without exception.
After eating, Hu Yao washed the bowl and looked at the dark night outside. After thinking about it, she asked Jiang Xiaochao again.
"Chaochao, where is your father?" When will he come back?
"Dad was called away by Uncle Liu Jie. Why don't you tell daddy?" Jiang Xiaochao took away his own little pillow on the bed.
Hu Yao suddenly panicked: "Chaochao, you, won't you sleep with me today?"
"Dad doesn't like sleeping with me!" Jiang Xiaochao puffed up his face in depression.
As soon as Jiang Han came back, he consciously went back to his room to sleep alone.
"Then, can mom go to your room and sleep with you?" Hu Yao looked at him closely and asked, leaving her alone with Jiang Han. Just thinking about it made the hairs on her body stand up.
"Okay!" Jiang Xiaochao nodded. I don't know what she was thinking. She had no objection and was quite happy.
He nodded in agreement, and Hu Yao quickly followed him.
The door was left open for Jiang Han who would come back at an unknown time. The mother and son talked for a while and fell asleep quickly.
Jiang Han did not return home until early in the morning. The yard was dark, but a candle was lit in the main room. The bright yellow light spread over a small area, illuminating the way in, with a hint of indescribable warmth. feel.
The candle was almost burnt out, and Jiang Han strode into the door, picking up the dripping and solidified wax around it, and raised his sharp eyebrows slightly.
Yes, they would light candles to leave the door open for him.
His originally irritable mood inexplicably calmed down a bit. Holding the flickering candle that was about to go out, he strode towards the room.
When he saw that the bed was empty and missing a pillow, Jiang Han snorted and felt unhappy again.
She could see through her thoughts like a quail at a glance. She was afraid that he would be like that. If she had a good mind, would she still dare to stay with him?
It seemed like she wasn't as fragile as he thought. Wouldn't she still be running around and jumping around after being injured and fainting?
Suddenly, the look of fear on his face flashed through her mind.
Jiang Han narrowed his eyes, as if he felt unhappy again.
