Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 342 Grandma Hit Me
Qin Su hurriedly hugged the child and patted it gently, and said in a long way: "After I was discharged from the hospital, I thought it was wrong. At that time, I found out that Sister Wang's child died of illness. We thought she must be sad, so we gave her a few days off to rest, but But Sister Wang refused, we observed for a while and found that she was very attentive to Mengmeng, and guessed that she had empathized with this child, so I didn't find a nanny again, fearing that Sister Wang would be even more sad after she left."

The children's cries were louder and louder, and Gai Qinsu's voice was very indistinct.

Cheng Zhishu's temples were throbbing when he was quarreled at an older age, and he couldn't hear clearly, so he could only help coax the children together first.

But as she approached, the child cried louder.

In the end, Cheng Zhishu had no choice but to watch from the sidelines.

"Mengmeng, be good, don't cry, don't cry."

Qin Si sighed. In fact, this child didn't spend much time crying. Apart from being a little weaker, he was usually very obedient.

It's just that for some reason, every time I see my parents, especially my mother, I like to cry.

Probably this is the shallow relationship between grandparents and grandchildren.

After the child's crying finally stopped, Qin Su also wondered.

"Why do you suddenly ask these things today?"

Cheng Zhishu couldn't express his guesses, so he said about him, "Today, when I recalled the past with your father, I remembered it, thinking that we didn't help my daughter when it was the most difficult time, and I felt uncomfortable."

"What you said, why are you blaming yourself? The form was different back then." Qin Su said openly, "Besides, am I not doing well now? Mengmeng is also doing well, all of this is over."

Cheng Zhishu hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Speaking of which blood type is this child, I read in the book that blood type can affect personality, so Mengmeng is so introverted, so it can't be B blood type."

Qin Su was so teased, "You are a serious materialist, why do you still believe in this thing? You don't plan to go to the overpass to tell your fortune in two years, do you?"

Cheng Zhishu: "..."

How can she accept this?
This way was blocked, Cheng Zhishu tried his best to find another way.

Qin Su also found that his mother was a little strange, "We don't know Mengmeng's blood type, we haven't tested it before, so we usually don't need it without surgery."

"Mom, I know you want to get close to your granddaughter, so let me give you some space." Qin Su put the crying child on the bed, "Can Mengmeng talk to grandma?"

Ren Qianmeng stopped crying, looked at Cheng Zhishu, "Okay."

"Mengmeng is so cute!" Qin Su kissed her daughter on the face, showing off to her mother, "Recently, Si Qi is teaching the child to recite poems, and I always say that he is only two years old, so why worry about it? It’s up to you and Dad that you’ve learned it well.”

Qin Su said and left the bedroom, hoping to make the mother and daughter have a better relationship.

It is said in the book that many children will rely too much on their mothers, but they will try to interact with other people after the mother leaves. I hope it will be useful.

Cheng Zhishu's heart softened when he saw such an older child, maybe everything was just his own wild imagination.

"What does Mengmeng like to eat?"

Cheng Zhishu wanted to talk to the child, but Ren Qianmeng looked at grandma and slowly stretched out her hand.

A little intimacy surprised Cheng Zhishu.

"Does Mengmeng want to play with grandma?"

Sure enough, I just thought too much, after all, no matter how you think about it, that guess is too ridiculous.

Cheng Zhishu was about to reach out to hold the child's hand when suddenly the back of his hand hurt and he was scratched severely.

At this moment, earth-shattering cries suddenly sounded in the bedroom.

Qin Su hurriedly opened the door, followed by Wang Shuqin. The voice was so loud that even Ren Siqi and the old man came over to check the situation.

I saw the little girl covering her face, crying earth-shatteringly, sobbing and pointing at Cheng Zhishu.

"Grandma, grandma hit me."

(End of this chapter)