Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 179 Mommy, I am wrong!

In those few nights, he was groggy in the hospital bed. Shen Qianshu took care of him all night. He was half-awake and saw Shen Qianshu holding the design album and crying. His heart was also twisted. At that time, he thought, if he died. Just fine.

He is dead, Mommy will not lose the design.

He blames himself, guilty, and always can't let go.

If it is not the heart of his brother, he and Mummy will not have an intersection, and he will not know that someone in the world would love him so much.

"Mummy, I am wrong, you don't want to be angry." The child's picture was lowered with a tear in his eyes. The voice was soft, like a child awakened at midnight. He couldn't help but want to hear the sound. Take a good look in your arms.

Shen Qianshu hardened his heart, bowed his head and shook his fingers slightly.

Child painting for these years, this is the second time that children's paintings have been punished.

On the drawing, what she drew, she could not see clearly.

Her son is sensitive and stubborn. Some things are like cancer, and they have been growing in my heart. This is not a good thing.

"Mummy, I am wrong..." Children's paintings are almost a bit pleading. "Don't you be angry?"

He choked, took a nose, and his eyes were red.

Shen Qianshu put down the brush and looked at him fixedly. "Where is it wrong?"

Her attitude is very strict. When something happens for the first time, it will be eliminated at one time, so as not to be cut off and sad.

"I shouldn't mention this, it hurts Mommy."

"Wrong." Shen Qianshu is indifferent.

The children’s paintings shed tears and looked at Shen Qianshu with grievances.

Shen Qianshu is afraid of his own soft heart, don't open his head, "continue to think, want to understand and talk."

She stopped talking, closed the design, went to the bedroom, and the child’s painting was panicked in an instant, and her eyes were almost pleading.

Mommy, don't go, don't leave me alone.

Mommy, I am wrong.

Please do not be angry.

However, no matter how pitiful his eyes were, Shen Qianshu did not look at him.

The door of the bedroom was gently closed.

The child's painting bit his lip and turned into a little crying bag.

Mommy, don't you want me?

The bedroom door was opened again.

Shen Qianshu took a book, went back to the living room, sat on the sofa, read the book quietly, and the child's drawing was pumping his nose. The little white hand hurriedly wiped his tears and determined that Shen Qianshu was in the living room. He was not so panicked.

She looked at the book but didn't look in it.

Today, this is too sudden.

Both the mother and the child are caught off guard.

The child's painting suddenly became awkward and she was coping with it.

She painted the paintings for Shen Lin. She has always been the heart of children's paintings. She can't help but keep her mind. She has never avoided the children's paintings, and occasionally discusses the inspiration with the children's paintings.

Children’s paintings are not so happy, and they have never been stunned.

This is the first time I have a haircut.

It came very suddenly.

Stinging her heart.

It is what she did wrong, so that children's paintings are so uneasy.

It is similar to the uneasiness she wants to abandon him.

She thought about the recent things, the only exceptions and special ones, only the night tomb.

She has a delicate heart, calm down, think about it, and understand a few points, the heart is even more stinging.

"Mummy, don't you be angry?" The children's paintings cried and blushing. The whole person was sulking, nose, ears, eyes all red, looking like a poor bag, especially distressing.

Shen Qianshu is also enough to know that he can't help but feel soft, that is, he doesn't look up at him.

(End of this chapter)