Chapter 1278 My Daughter Eats Too Much
It's just that the man never expected that he would step so lightly, but he was still noticed by the people inside. This frightened him, but at the same time, he felt a little curious in his heart, what kind of woman she was, It's so powerful.
"I was passing by and wanted to ask for a drink of water." The man's voice was still cold, without any warmth or fluctuation.
"You'd better go somewhere else. I don't have anything here." Qingzhu looked out the window warily. She was really afraid that if people outside broke in desperately, it would be troublesome.
"I'm just passing by, and I just want to ask for a bowl of water." The man didn't change his mind.
"Let's go, look elsewhere. If you meet a good family, you might be able to get some food. I really don't have any here." Qingzhu's voice became even colder. Who would come to a house like her to beg for water? Three years old Even her children wouldn’t believe it, how could the men outside still expect her to believe it?
If she was well, she wouldn't be so nervous, but now she is injured and has her daughter by her side. If someone from outside insists on coming in, there is nothing she can do to stop her.
So now she just hopes that this man will leave quickly. She is afraid that if this man comes in any longer, what will happen to the mother and daughter.
"Okay, don't be nervous. I'll just go elsewhere." The man didn't want to scare the woman in the room anymore. He just wanted to test her reaction just now. Now that he knows, he won't let her do it again. He was so nervous, but he had heard that mothers would lose breast milk if they were frightened.
He didn't know why he felt anxious when he thought about the woman inside not being able to breastfeed her child.
And I don’t know if the child felt the mother’s uneasiness and burst into tears.
Not long after, the man heard voices coming from the house, as well as the sounds of coaxing children.
"Youran, don't be afraid. Mom is here. Be good, don't be afraid." Although Qingzhu's voice was very soft and she spoke very quietly, the man who had been outside the window could still hear her clearly.
Leisurely? What's the name of the child? It sounds really nice. It seems that the woman in it is literate and should be fairly knowledgeable, otherwise it would be impossible to come up with such an elegant name without some ink.
Qingzhu, who was crying because of her child, did not notice that the man outside did not leave. Not only did he not leave, he also sat down and listened to them in the corner.
"Are Youran hungry? Don't worry. Mom will feed you right now. It's better for you. Eat and sleep without any worries every day. Eat when you wake up. When you grow up, you should repay your future mother-in-law well. Did you hear that?" Qingzhu was thinking about being a daughter while breastfeeding.
The man outside frowned when he heard this. This child has a husband before he is one month old? What kind of mother is this? After the man who thought she was good just now heard this, his good impression suddenly dropped to zero.
He hates arranged marriages the most. What age is it now? How can he be a good person if he still has a mother like this?
But Qingzhu didn't know that what she said to her daughter was listened to every word without saying anything, and she was even concluded that she was not a good mother.
Thinking of this, the man had no interest in listening anymore. He stood up and tried to walk away lightly. However, the man who just raised his feet was not frightened by the words coming from the room and fell to the ground.
"Youran, you are so good at eating. Fortunately, your future mother-in-law's family is rich, otherwise it would not be enough for you to eat. The breast milk I secrete from eating so much food every day is just enough to feed you. You said that if their family was poorer, , then you have to drink the northwest wind. Look at you, you ate up all my stored rations in one go, and you are still laughing, taking such a big mouthful that you might choke." Qingzhu said to himself.