Gone forever on the road to being a mom

He picked up the person in a mess.

"Dad." An An hiccupped crying, tears fell as if she didn't want money, "I want Dad...Dad."

"Dad has something to do, and he will be back soon." Chen Xia has no experience in raising children, so she doesn't understand that children are still smiling happily in the afternoon, and they will be desperate for their parents at night.

Immediately panicked, she hurried to open the door, and outside the door was Mother Chen who had already heard the cry, "Oh, why are you crying like this, my father is coming back, he is on the way, listen, is it Dad?" The sound of cars?"

Chen's mother hugged An'an as she walked and coaxed her. She came to the window and pointed to the passing car and said, "Look, is that Dad's car? Dad is coming back soon, so An'an can't cry. Come on, let's put our tears away." Wipe it clean and wait for Dad to come back."

Chen's mother is experienced in coaxing children. An An was attracted by her words, and carefully looked at the passing cars outside the window with red eyes, trying to identify which one belonged to her father.Chen Xia rubbed her messy curly hair, and let out a long breath, the ginger was still hot.

It's not easy to be a little mother.

After staring out the window for a long time, and crying hard for a while, An An gradually became sleepy again, blinking and blinking her tear-stained eyelashes, and slowly closing them.Just when Chen Xia and Chen's mother relaxed, An An, who had her eyes closed, suddenly cried again.

"Liar, Dad didn't come back, I want Dad... Dad..."

The mother and son coaxed for a while, and Chen Xia went to make milk powder, trying to use food to make An An forget Song Sheng for a while, but An An waved her away, but it didn't work.

Not even the car outside the window attracted his attention.

what to dowhat to do?

"Xia Xia, call Xiao Sheng." Mother Chen ordered.

"Ah? Okay." Chen Xia glanced at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, Song Sheng should have arrived at the destination, he took out his mobile phone and found the number just saved in the morning and dialed it.

The ringing lasted for about a minute before Song Sheng's hoarse and tired voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "Hello? What's the matter Xia Xia?"

His voice is full of magnetism, slightly deep, hoarse and sexy. Chen Xia's ears are red, but before he can think about it, An An's crying brings him back to reality. Chen Xia feels like he is about to cry, Song Sheng After leaving his son in his care, he said in the afternoon that he would take good care of An'an, but something went wrong before the end of the day.

He panicked and said, "Brother, what should I do? An'an has been crying all the time. He wants you to come back."

Hearing this, Song Sheng sat up straight and wiped his face to wake himself up. He had just landed before he had planned to take a shower before calling Chen Xia. When it came from the other end, Song Sheng frowned and said, "Xia Xia, give An An the phone."

"Is it okay for you to drive alone at this late hour? Otherwise, let your father take you there." Mother Chen stood at the door wearing a coat, with a worried expression on her face.

Although Song Sheng coaxed An An, An An was probably a little scared, and decided to go home to sleep, so Chen Xia had to take him back to Song Sheng's house.

"No problem, mom, you can go in quickly, dad finally fell asleep, so don't disturb him."

Chen's father is in poor health, and it is difficult to fall asleep at night. Most of the time, he has to rely on drugs to help him fall asleep. Naturally, Chen Xia doesn't want to wake him up at this time.

"Then you must be careful when driving, and drive slowly, you know?"

"Got it, I'm leaving." Chen Xia closed the window, the car slid out of the garage, and drove slowly into the night.

Since there was no child safety seat in the car, An An could only sit in the passenger seat first, Chen Xia slowed down the car, and turned her head from time to time to see if An An had slipped down.

"An An will listen to my brother, Dad, when will you come back?" An An was still holding Chen Xia's mobile phone, and Song Sheng coaxed him to talk all the way, so that Chen Xia could concentrate on driving to Song Sheng's house safely.

When they arrived at Song Sheng's home, An An had fallen asleep with his head tilted, and Chen Xia was tormented. Following Song Sheng's instructions, he found the key from An An's small backpack to open the door, and carried him to the bed in the children's room.

An An returned to the familiar place, twisted her body and shrank herself under the pillow, skillfully put her thumb in her mouth and smashed it a few times.

"Hey, little bastard, you tormented me to death."

Chen Xia was tired physically and mentally, feeling even more tired than the previous day's class. Children are really a mixture of angels and demons.

He came too hastily, he was still wearing his pajamas, he simply washed his face again and lay down next to An An, he was worried that An An would cry again in the middle of the night, but fortunately, An An's crib was big enough for two people to sleep, It is estimated that Song Sheng wanted him to sleep until he was an adult.

The notification light of the mobile phone placed on the bedside table was flickering. Song Sheng was afraid that the sound of the phone would wake An An, so he kept sending WeChat messages to Chen Xia, but at this time Chen Xia was already asleep, so naturally he couldn't see Song Sheng's news.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and Song Sheng leaned on the bed half naked, feeling agitated. Chen Xia didn't reply for a long time, but after thinking about it, he took the tablet and connected it to the monitoring system at home.

Song Sheng is busy with work, his focus is seldom on his son, but it doesn't mean he doesn't care about his son.In order to take care of An An when he was not around, when he was choosing a house, he deliberately asked someone to install a complete smart home, and monitoring was also part of it.

The image on the tablet was a bit dim, and Song Sheng was still holding a cigarette between his fingertips. He adjusted the monitoring angle and saw An An nestled on the inner side of the bed, holding Chen Xia's collar with one hand, and putting the other in his mouth, sleeping soundly.

An An's bed only had his own small pillow and quilt. Chen Xia didn't know if there were other quilts, and because he was too sleepy to bother looking for them, he simply used his arms as a pillow and his pajamas as a quilt, and just slept on the outside.

He slept deeply, and the hem of his clothes was pulled up because of his sleeping position, revealing a slender waist. In the dim surveillance images, that slender waist was almost white and dazzling.

Song Sheng lowered his dark eyes, took a deep breath, extinguished the smoke, called out the temperature control system, turned on the air conditioner in the An'an room, and set it to sleep.

After all, it is cold at night, and it is not good to freeze a good friend's son.

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No.: Expert in bringing up babies

Children always have inexhaustible energy. Before the alarm clock rang in the morning, An An woke up, poking Chen Xia who was sleeping like a dead pig with her little hand.

Chen Xia stared and opened her eyes, An An immediately withdrew her hands and said aggrievedly: "Uncle, I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry too." Chen Xia lay down flat and touched his stomach. Before he fully woke up, he jumped up three seconds later, "It's over, there is class in the morning! I will take you to kindergarten!"

"Uncle, I'm hungry."

"Uncle is hungry." Chen Xia picked up An'an and rushed into the bathroom, "Where's the toothbrush? Don't worry, wash your face first, do you know where to put your clothes? Baby, don't cry hungry, I'm hungry too, okay, I'll be right away Go make milk powder for you."

Chen Xia walked into the kitchen with messy curly hair. Here she was testing the temperature of the milk powder. Over there, she was on speakerphone to call her roommate. "I'm going to class, but it's late. You can help me with the books."

"Do you dare to be late for the head teacher's class?"

"No idea."

"Why did you go last night and stay up all night writing books?"

"Hit a bird, you've become someone's little mother."

"what?"

"Stop talking, remember to bring me the book, I have a phone call." Chen Xia glanced, it was Song Sheng who called, and just after seeing his messages on WeChat, she knew that Song Shengda would meet in the morning Call, "Brother, my son is hungry."

Across the phone screen, Chen Xia seemed to have lost her sense of shame, and blatantly regarded An An as her own baby.Song Sheng was rarely choked, and he paused for a second before saying: "The milk powder is in the kitchen, you can see it when you go in, remember to test the temperature on your arm first."

"I'm trying." Chen Xia was in a happy mood, jumping to find An An, but saw that the little guy was entertaining himself inside, his face was covered with toothpaste foam, and the front of his clothes were wet, "My little ancestor, don't play Well, your tooth is going to fall out anyway, just brush it twice and it will be fine."

An An didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, but when she heard the words "to drop the toothbrush", she was so frightened that she threw the toothbrush away and started howling, "Uncle! Don't drop the toothbrush, An An."

"Then be good, let's get dressed." Chen Xia helped him take off his wet clothes, "Brother, where do you put An An's clothes?"

"In the wardrobe in his room, the underwear is in the cabinet below." He sighed helplessly, "Xia Xia, don't scare him."

However, Chen Xia had already run away to get clothes, and An An, who was naked, came up and greeted Song Sheng happily, "Dad, An An brushed her teeth!"

After finishing speaking, a row of small white teeth was exposed, but it was a pity that Song Sheng couldn't see it.

Chen Xia tidied up An An's schoolbag hurriedly, seeing that nothing was left, "Let's go, baby, go to school."

An An put down the bottle, hiccupped, and nodded, "Is uncle going to kindergarten too?"

Chen Xia: "Uncle is going to college."

"An'an is going to college too."

"You're more than ten years too early." Chen Xia asked him to carry his schoolbag, saw that the call on the phone hadn't been hung up, and said, "Brother, I'll hang up first."

Song Sheng hurriedly called to him, "Wait."

"what happened?"

"I have old clothes in the closet in my room. They should fit your size." Song Sheng rubbed his brows, and looked at the person in the surveillance camera who was about to go out in his pajamas, feeling like he was bringing two sons.

Chen Xia hasn't realized it yet, why does this Song Sheng look mature and generous, but in fact he is so picky, giving him the clothes he wore before when he brought the baby?

When An An pulled the corner of his clothes and asked when he was leaving, he suddenly realized that he was still wearing pajamas, and jumped into Song Sheng's room like a gust of wind, changed his clothes, picked An An up and set off.While waiting for the red light, I gradually felt strange, how did Song Sheng know that he was wearing pajamas?

Hurry up and catch up with An An's school time, Chen Xia himself is half a class late, Song Sheng's clothes are too big for him, and his trousers tend to fall down from time to time, making Chen Xia unable to walk Dare to take a big step, and still hold the waist of his trousers with one hand.

Even so, Chen Xia still wore it beautifully, and the familiar scent of perfume on the clothes made him feel slightly refreshed, as if he was being embraced by Song Sheng on his chest.

This thought made Chen Xia ashamed, but he couldn't stop. When he returned to Song Sheng's house after class in a daze, he still couldn't bear to change his clothes, excitedly rolled on the sofa, and even sneaked into Song Sheng's room , rolled and rolled on his bed, opened his closet like a little pervert, and smelled the smell that belonged to Song Sheng.

In the afternoon, he went back home to pack An An's things and his changed clothes. Chen's mother was worried that he would take care of An An alone, and wanted to come with her, but Chen Xia refused.

Chen's mother still has to take care of the family, it is impossible to live in Song Sheng's house, going back and forth is too troublesome and tiring, not to mention that Song Sheng also said in the morning that an aunt will come to help them prepare three meals, Chen Xia only needs to take care of Xiao An'an .

When Song Sheng called again later, Chen Xia was pouring bath water, and An An was squatting next to him with his bare buttocks playing in the water.

"Brother? Have you eaten dinner? Auntie made meat porridge and custard. An An likes to eat that very much." Chen Xia told him, and patted An An lightly. The medicine is ready, come and talk to Dad."

"Dad..." An An held the phone in both hands, and Chen Xia took the opportunity to put him into the bathtub and put on shower gel.

"An'an has to be obedient today, do you know?" Song Sheng said to his son.

"I know!" An An twisted her body, and Chen Xia was terrified when she saw it, "Don't move, baby, I just changed this phone."

An An blinked, indicating that she did not understand what you were talking about.

When Chen Xia finished packing and came out, he saw An An lying on the bed, still holding the phone in his hand, his eyes were closed, he carefully pulled out the phone, and found that he was still on the phone.

"Brother, An An is already asleep." Chen Xia took the door out.

"Thank you Xiaxia." Song Sheng typed a line, and heard the rustling sound coming from there, "There are computers and tablets in the study room, and there is no power-on password. If you are bored, you can play for a while."

"Oh." There was a lot of noise over there, and before Song Sheng could ask, Chen Xia said again: "Is there anything to eat?"

Song Sheng: "Look in the refrigerator, haven't you eaten dinner?"

He doesn't have the habit of eating snacks, nor is he used to cooking, so it's really unclear whether there is any food at home.

"I've eaten, but I'm not full." Chen Xia opened the refrigerator and found that there were only some fruits and vegetables. He frowned, and he focused on feeding An An during the meal. , he didn't eat any more, and now he feels hungry when he is free.

Song Sheng opened the takeaway app on the tablet at hand and said, "I'll order you something to eat."

"No need, it's too late." Chen Xia hurriedly stopped him, "I'll make egg fried rice myself."

Song Sheng: "Are you okay?"

"Of course, fried rice with eggs is simple, and my mother said it was delicious." Chen Xia justified her cooking skills.

Song Sheng laughed softly, closed the software, and edited a message to his aunt to ask her to buy some snacks for the house tomorrow, "Really? I don't know if I will be lucky enough to eat Xia Xia's next time."

Chen Xia took out two eggs and took out a bowl of rice from the rice cooker, "There are some."

Needless to say next time, I can make you old.

Chen Xia thought happily.

No.: Secret Love and Sadness

In the next few days, Chen Xia will be much more comfortable taking care of An An. The most important thing is that he can chat with Song Sheng every day to enhance his relationship. This job is not too good for him.

Chen Xia had evening class today, Song Sheng made a few phone calls but failed to answer, An An was picked up by his aunt and fed after returning home.

"Did baby talk to daddy today?" Chen Xia asked him, An An also had a children's phone to contact.

"I said it." An An sat on the bed and read the picture book, and replied proudly: "Dad praised me for eating two bowls of rice today!"

"Really, it's awesome, then let's go buy small cakes tomorrow." Chen Xia praised him with a smile, feeling a little disappointed in her heart, as I've said it all, then I probably won't be able to chat with Song Sheng today.

After putting An'an to sleep, Chen Xia ran to the study to play with the computer, absent-mindedly, her feet resting on the armrest dangling, and her eyes glanced at the phone from time to time.

So when Song Sheng called, Chen Xia answered it right away, but there was no sound coming from the other side, and Chen Xia slid the mouse carelessly. Could it be that he made a wrong call, or did he answer it too quickly?

"Xiaxia?" Song Sheng came over with coffee and asked in a low voice, "Why are you silent?"

"It's out." Chen Xia was inexplicably wronged, and even fed her several times.

It was only then that Song Sheng noticed the call time. In the past, Chen Xia and An An were not so quick to answer the phone, so he would go to serve coffee after dialing.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice, have you had dinner yet?"

"I ate." The food in the cafeteria was not as delicious as what my aunt cooked. Chen Xia said sullenly, "I have classes in the evening, so I didn't receive your call, and I don't know what An An ate today."

"I know, An An has already said it."

"Oh." Chen Xia replied wearily.

His tone was too obvious, and Song Sheng was a little worried, "Xia Xia is in a bad mood?"

"No."

"Then why are you unhappy?" Song Sheng smiled, coaxing him to speak like a child.

The deep voice made his ears turn red. Chen Xia was a little embarrassed, but couldn't help but said, "You already know, why are you calling to ask?"

"Huh?" Song Sheng was stunned for a while, and after a while he realized the meaning of his words, and couldn't help laughing, "Of course I asked the other kid what he ate today? What did he do?"

Chen Xia listened to this in a daze, then blushed with shame, covered her face, "I'm not a kid."

He was not resolute in denying it, and even leaked a little smile, and the depression just now was wiped away.

"Okay, what did big friend Xia Xia do today?" Song Sheng could almost imagine his appearance at the moment, only felt that his palms were itching, and really wanted to touch the little curly hair of the child.

"Don't call me that." Chen Xia retorted softly, but still obediently talked about today's itinerary, as if she really became Song Sheng's child.

Song Sheng listened carefully, answering a sentence from time to time