As soon as Xiao you hung up, he was lost in thought.

Standing on the balcony of the room, looking at a full moon in the sky, the stars around are not to be outdone.

However, Xiaoyou's mind is not here, sitting in the chair shaking again and again, holding his forehead, his eyes are not blinking.

She is in a daze, or thinking.

If you want to say that she feels good about Xia Qiu, and takes care of her a lot on weekdays, and has been a teacher of Mengmeng for a year, and Mengmeng likes her so much, she can't say anything bad about Xia Qiu. In principle, she should not doubt Xia Qiu, but everyone has a bottom line. No matter how good she is, she can't tolerate other people destroying her family.

Doubt, like throwing a seed into the soil, rapid rooting, she did not want to doubt the summer and autumn, but why do so many things.

Slowly closed his eyes, but grabbed his hair, small you hands powerless on both sides of the chair, the whole person leaned in.

It seems that only in this way can we relax ourselves.

Cha Xiaqiu is determined. If she really thinks too much, she will compensate in an appropriate way.

In this way, I feel much better.

Side, looked at the time on the watch, Xiaoyou suddenly thought of her mother's words before, suddenly the corner of the mouth smoked, come on, or go down to dinner first, this time is almost.

Putting the pillow in his arms on the hanging chair, Xiao you got up and went out. On the way, he glanced at the room in summer and autumn. Thinking about it, he knocked on the door and said, "please come in." Xiaoyou just went in.

Inside, Xia Qiu sat at the table and put a picture aside. Somehow, it seemed that Xia Qiu deliberately did not let her see it, blocking the picture from time to time.

Xiao you's eyes flashed, pretending not to know and asked, "is that a new painting by teacher Xia?"

She said with a smile, "doodling is not good." Then, I saw Xia Qiu take a book to cover the painting.

People are just like that. The more you don't let her see it, the more she wants to see it. Maybe Xia Qiu knows this and doesn't even have to watch it.

Xiaoyou can only skip this topic and sit on one side and say to her, "you look better. How's the wound?"

"It's much better. Maybe it won't take long to go back."

Did you hear her frown and say she was going?

I have to say that in the past, Xiaoyou would never think about this, but now Xiaoyou may be a little sensitive.

Originally just want to casually say, at the moment, small you don't want to continue, just want to leave quickly.

"Dinner is almost ready. Let's go down and have dinner together."

"No, I'll go down later," Xia Qiu quickly refused, and explained, "there's something else, you go down first."

What can I do for you?

Although Xiaoyou was curious, he left the room.

Mengmeng in the living room has been there for a long time, and she is not angry. When she goes down and doesn't see Xiaoyou, she is so excited that she shouts: "Mom."

Xiaoyou touched Mengmeng's head and asked with a smile, "why, are we not angry?"

Mengmeng smiles and dimples appear on her cheeks. She says sweetly, "no matter how cute she is, she won't be angry with her mother."

"You two, come and have dinner." Li Yafeng was setting up a bowl and chopsticks, and said to the servant next to her, "go and call Miss Xia, and let her come down for dinner."

The surface Kung Fu still has to do enough. Li Yafeng thinks so in her heart.

Don't wait to go up to call, the staircase has appeared the figure of summer and autumn, probably because of the back scald, also wore a wide shirt, lower body half long skirt, in this way, a little more morbid beauty.

Xiao you quickly shifts her eyes from her.

Bai Mohan didn't come back for dinner in the evening.

"You eat first, and I'll be back." From Yafeng out of the table, after the summer and autumn side, her eyes suddenly flash a trace of success.

Soon, it will disappear, so fast that people can't catch it.

Before long, upstairs a flurried, from Yafeng stumble down, see the small you scared, deeply afraid that she will have something.

Now, where there is the mind to eat, Xiaoyou chopsticks put on the past to help from Yafeng, keep saying: "Mom, you slow down, what's the matter slowly."

Li Yafeng is worried. She is about to say that she can't breathe. Xiao you claps her on the back. When she's almost ready, she hears Li Yafeng say anxiously: "hurry up, there's something wrong with the star, vomit and diarrhea, hurry up."

At that moment, Xiaoyou was confused. The star was not OK. Suddenly, he was sweating constantly. His white lips were trembling. His legs were like he was not himself. He rushed upstairs with the fastest speed in his life.

Suddenly pushed open the baby room, the lovely baby on the cot was crying and crying at the moment, she quickly carried the star downstairs without saying a word.Li Yafeng asked, "it's cold at night. Let's call Dr. Liang."

I'm afraid of freezing the stars.

But Xiaoyou shook his head, "I can't wait. I'll go there myself."

There is a patient in Liang Fei's side, and he has to prepare for it. It is estimated that he will be cured in a while when he comes.

From Yafeng also had no idea, how to say is OK, while the driver driving time, she quickly went upstairs to prepare all the things.

Star is still crying, cute cute clever in the side, pulled the skirt of small you asked: "Mom, sister will be OK."

"Well, my sister will be fine." The little guy's words are like the spring in summer, which makes the restless heart have a little relief.

From Yafeng has come down, will be a small coat on the stars, and said: "cold at night, will be frozen." It's a long time to talk about it again. Li Yafeng is very worried. She simply says, "I'll go with you. I'm not at ease."

But there is a small one at home.

Two people tangled, summer and autumn suddenly came to say, "nothing, I will help you take good care of Mengmeng."

Xiaoyou thought that up to now, Xiaqiu is really not picky about Mengmeng. It's feasible to think about it. He simply asked: "please, Miss Xia."

Xia Qiu takes Meng Meng upstairs. Li Yafeng takes something and says, "let's go. Don't delay."

There was a burst of light outside and the sound of the car's engine could still be heard inside.

The guest room on the second floor, summer and autumn has been standing on the balcony, the curtain behind is blown by the wind, she looks at the shadow of the car leaving, a shadow sinks under her eyes, a trace of potential flickers in her pupils, in such a dark night, empty murmur: "he, can only be mine!"

It's like a ghost. It's creepy.