One Thought Addiction: Fu Shao's Heart-to-heart Doting on His Wife

Madam Fu was not angry because of Ju Zi's rudeness, she just found a seat and sat down leisurely.

"What did I say to her, you ask her." After finishing speaking, Mrs. Fu picked up the remote control and started watching TV without looking at them.

Ju Zi took Little Pudding to a corner, avoiding Mrs. Fu far away.

"Little Pudding, don't be afraid, tell me, what did she tell you, why did you stop just now?" Ju Zi was very nervous, afraid that Little Pudding would be hurt.

Little Pudding shook his head, "When grandma came, she said that you had just finished the operation and told me not to touch your wound. She also said that I am an older child now, so I should be sensible."

Ju Zi glanced at Mrs. Fu, and saw that she was concentrating on chatting, and didn't pay any attention to them at all.

"You are still young, the most important thing is to be happy and do whatever you want." Little Pudding is still a child, and when she grows up, there will be many days when she needs to be sensible.

Little Pudding looked at Ju Zi, her big eyes were clear and transparent, her thoughts were open to others without any concealment.

It also made Ju Zi see at a glance that she did not agree with her remarks.

"Grandma is right. I'm five years old, and I'll be six next month. I'm not a child anymore. I can't be self-willed. Being self-willed will only make me hurt the people who love me." Something firm.

Ju Zi was dumb for a moment, she couldn't say that this statement was wrong, but she felt that for a child who was sensible so early, she felt a little distressed.

Just then, Jian Changqing came out.

"The old lady is here." Jian Changqing brought hot tea and some biscuits.

Mrs. Fu looked at Jian Changqing, "Where are my two little great-grandchildren, I want to go and see them."

"They just fell asleep. The old lady will drink some tea to moisten her mouth. Later, I will ask Mrs. Qing to lead the old lady upstairs." Jian Changqing made arrangements.

With a smile on her face, Mrs. Fu picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then said: "I've already drank the tea, please lead me to have a look."

Jian Changqing didn't break her promise, she called Mrs. Qing and took Mrs. Fu to see the child.

Mrs. Fu only took a few steps, then stopped, turned around and asked Jian Changqing, "Aren't you coming with you?"

"I won't go. Once I go, those two demon kings will have trouble again." Jian Changqing had a headache.

Mrs. Fu snorted, "How can a mother say that her child is the devil of the world, she really deserves to be beaten."

Madam Fu slapped Jian Changqing from the air.

Then he followed Mrs. Qing upstairs to watch the children.

After dealing with Mrs. Fu, Jian Changqing walked up to Ju Zi and Little Pudding.

"I've prepared some biscuits and pudding, come and eat them." Jian Changqing didn't have too much enthusiasm, she was afraid that her overreaction would arouse the disgust of the little pudding.

Little Pudding shrank his head, sucked his nose hard, and held Ju Zi's hand firmly, not looking at Jian Changqing.

Ju Zi's heart ached, she clearly remembered Little Pudding, but she still pretended to have amnesia, and refused to recognize Sister Changqing, and she didn't know what the child was stubborn about.

She was worried, but there was nothing she could do.

She was afraid that the consequences of her self-assessment would make the relationship between mother and daughter even worse.

"Little Pudding, go and eat it, you don't like pudding the most, why don't you move." Ju Zi pushed the little Pudding forward.

But Little Pudding remained still, and refused to let go of Ju Zi's hand.