My Bamboo Horse is jealous again

Chapter 97 Then My Scars Are Also Yours

Faced with this question, Gu Zhihan couldn't help asking back, raising his eyebrows slightly: "Why should I dislike it?"

"I knew..." Gu Zhihan is the Gu Zhihan of the whole world!

Seeing that he didn't dislike him at all, Mengmeng smiled instantly, but before she finished speaking, she heard Gu Zhihan say again, "Anyway, this scar didn't grow on my body."

So, no matter what, it's not his turn to dislike him!
"!!!"

Mengmeng couldn't help puffing her mouth, and was dumbfounded for a while.

Then, she knocked seriously and said to him, "Although this scar is not on your body, but I belong to you, and I belong to you, so my scar is also yours!"

The little girl looked at him earnestly, and said solemnly and solemnly.

"..." This logic is gone.

Gu Zhihan was speechless and held his forehead.

"Don't worry, Mengmeng, if he dares to despise you, I will definitely beat him until I don't even recognize myself!" At this moment, Mother Gu came over to make up the knife, and cast a vicious glance at Gu Zhihan.

You don't even know him when you beat him, doesn't that mean that he doesn't even know his own mother when you beat him...

Mengmeng is sweating, this is really too cruel.

The little girl rubbed her nose resentfully, then lowered her head and continued to look at the scars on her body.

"Oh, but even if Gu Zhihan doesn't dislike it, what if I dislike it myself?"

The little girl rested her cheeks with her white and tender fingers, her palm-sized face was full of depression, and her two small eyebrows were almost knit together.

Ah!
It's really ugly no matter how you look at it.

It's like a little centipede lying there!
If only it could be removed!
"Mengmeng, don't worry too much." Seeing her sad face, Gu's mother couldn't help but stepped forward, stroked the little girl's black braids, and comforted her softly.

"You are still young, and the skin will grow and renew, so after a long time, the scar will naturally fade. If you don't believe me, look at my caesarean section scar..."

As she spoke, she unbuttoned her white coat, lifted up her T-shirt, showed half of her belly, and gestured, "Let me tell you, my scar used to be as long as my middle finger, but look now , Is it only the length of the thumb left?"

"Really?" Luo Mengmeng opened her eyes and asked in disbelief.

"Of course!" Mother Gu nodded affirmatively, "How could I lie to you!"

"Hmm! I believe in godmother!" The little girl burst into tears and laughed, and no longer worried about the scar on her abdomen.

"So good." Gu's mother stroked the little girl's braids again.

But when Mengmeng stopped worrying about scars, she became curious about other things
I saw her biting her little finger, staring at Mama Gu's cesarean section belly, and asked curiously, "By the way, godmother, how did the baby get into your belly?"

"Why ask this?" Gu's mother obviously didn't keep up with Mengmeng's escaping thinking, and after a moment of stunned, she said to her with a smile, "Of course the fetus is..."

For this kind of question, Mama Gu, who is an obstetrician, did not use any mentally retarded answers such as "you picked it up from the trash can" or "you picked it up from the dung pile" to reproduce her.

In her cognition, it is better for children to know some things, so as not to be too ignorant, and not know why they will be hurt in the future.

(End of this chapter)