Jiu Min, if you are asked to take care of the baby, will you show off in the entertainment industry?

Chapter 11 She is mentally ill

Even though Feng Shenglan was always strong in his life, it was rare for him to soften his tone.

"...Don't get excited, I didn't ask you to pay it back now."

"Sister Lan, you don't understand, I'm suffering."

Feng Shenglan: "..."

Until the end of the call, she still gently reminded: "Mental illness is not a fatal terminal illness, and it can still be cured if treated early."

Sang Chi: "..."

The twins, who had been hiding in the corner and listening intently, looked at each other.

Sang Zihan: "Brother, did you hear that?"

Sang Ziyu: "I heard it, she has mental illness."

Sang Zihan: "Is mental illness a mad disease? I heard that Xiao Ming's uncle in our class has this disease. When he gets sick, he even bites dogs. It's so scary!"

As he spoke, his ears drooped, "A bad woman is already bad, but now that she has a mental illness, will she bite us to death too?"

Sang Ziyu pursed his lips tightly, "Then, I'll bite her first, and then you can run away quickly."

"What are you two hiding here whispering about?"

The two brothers were startled by the sudden sound and clung to each other, looking particularly cute.

A wolf cub that looks like a swashbuckler.

A little white rabbit that looks like it's about to cry.

Sang Chi's eyes wandered around them and he concluded: "There is something wrong with you two."

She lowered her voice: "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

The brothers' hearts were beating fast.

Oops, isn't she here to silence her? !
The silence of the night has a magical power, it will amplify all sounds, such as their heartbeats, and for example -

[Woooooooo, Shanshanhuahua, you are the only honey in my Huanglian life. How can I live without you! 】

For the first time, the brothers felt that her nagging voice was so sweet and kind!
All the fear and anxiety in their hearts were washed away.

Sang Chi scratched their noses and said, "Okay, because you are so good, mom allows you to keep your little secret. Now go to bed quickly."

This time the brothers agreed obediently.

There was only one bed in the room, but the brothers did not climb directly onto the bed. Instead, they opened the door and dragged out a scrap of paper from the corridor.

The waste paper was very thick and large, and it was very difficult for the two of them to drag it in one after the other. Sang Chi was puzzled: "I told you to go to bed, what are you doing here?"

Sang Ziyu: "Make the bed and then sleep."

Sang Zihan: "Didn't Mom say that the bed is too small and we will only be allowed to sleep here in the future?"

Sang Chi felt as if someone had dug a hole in his heart, feeling empty and painful.

"Stop moving."

Sang Chi took the waste paper from their hands, threw it back, and took them to wash their hands.

The water was warm and the dusty little hands were washed clean.

Sang Chi said nothing.

Smooth hair hanging down her temples, snow-skinned red lips, gentle and quiet.

However, Sang Ziyu caught the coldness in her eyes the moment he raised his eyes.

The chill was fleeting, as fast as an illusion.

Sang Zihan: "Mom, you threw away my brother and I's bed, where will we sleep tonight?"

"That's not a bed." Sang Chi also washed his face.

He held them in his arms one by one and carefully placed them on the bed, "I'll sleep here from now on."

A bed covered with soft quilts is naturally much more comfortable than a waste paper mattress.

Sang Zihan happily somersaulted on it, his voice rising a few pitches, "Brother, come quickly."

Sang Ziyu pushed him towards the corner and lay down next to him, leaving a large space empty.

"You don't have to be crowded together. You can sleep a little bit more."

Sang Ziyu didn't move.

Sang Zihan: "It doesn't matter, mom, let's just sleep like this."

Probably after a tiring day, the brothers fell asleep quickly.

Under the dim night light, the two delicate and beautiful little faces looked even more cute and annoying.

Sang Chi looked at their peaceful sleeping faces, raised his hand to touch his heart, and frowned in confusion.

What a strange feeling.

(End of this chapter)