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

After hearing what Little Pudding said, Jian Changqing's face turned pale.

Little Pudding was frightened by Jian Changqing's reaction, she yelled twice, and seeing that Jian Changqing didn't respond, tears immediately fell down.

When Jian Changqing came back to her senses, seeing Little Pudding was out of breath from crying, she hurriedly stepped forward to pat her on the back to give her relief.

"Hey, follow me, you can do what I say, inhale—, exhale—" Jian Changqing adjusted Little Pudding's breathing again and again.

With the help of Jian Changqing, Little Pudding gradually adjusted, but the tears still didn't stop, she held back her mouth, looked at Jian Changqing pitifully, and said pitifully in her voice, "Mom, I was wrong, I Never again."

Jian Changqing's heart immediately became sore, "Little Pudding is not wrong, it's because my mother was distracted."

But Little Pudding is no longer a three-year-old child, how could she be fooled just because of her words.

"Mom doesn't talk anymore." Little Pudding put his hand on Jian Changqing's cheek, "Mom seems to be sick."

She is still young, and her language is a little lacking, and she can't express exactly what she wants to say.

But Jian Changqing knew that her complexion must be very bad, which made Little Pudding cry in fright.

"It's a little uncomfortable, my stomach hurts." Jian Changqing had no choice but to follow Little Pudding's words, so as not to make her think too much and become a concern for her.

Little Pudding was skeptical, but his concern for Jian Changqing prevailed, "Is it still hurting? Let's go to the hospital."

"It doesn't hurt anymore, just take it like that, but I ate too much at night."

Little Pudding touched Jian Changqing's stomach, "Fly away with pain."

Jian Changqing was amused by Little Pudding's innocence, and finally her mood was not so gloomy, but Fu Nianchen was still the deepest shadow covering her heart.

"Is the long-legged uncle you mentioned the uncle who took us home tonight?" Jian Changqing asked.

Little Pudding nodded. She secretly looked at Jian Changqing and observed her expression. Seeing that there was no abnormality this time, she felt relieved.

"Do you like him very much?"

Little Pudding was silent for a while, and answered his own thoughts truthfully, "I like it."

This result was not surprising to Jian Changqing, it could even be said to be normal.

"He helped us." Little Pudding unconsciously brought out his admiration.

The people and things that Little Pudding comes into contact with are very gentle, but Fu Nianchen's style of acting is vigorous and resolute, and he will never beep when he can strike. This is very new and shocking to Little Pudding who has always been used to the gentle style.

Jian Changqing looked at Little Pudding's expression, and there was nothing he didn't understand.

"Can I be friends with Daddy-Long-Legs?" Little Pudding sensitively sensed that his mother didn't like Daddy-Long-Legs very much.

"If I say no, will you stop playing with him?" Jian Changqing asked back.

Jian Changqing stared at Little Pudding, not letting go of any small expression on her face.

Little Pudding never pretended to be in front of Jian Changqing, so what she was thinking in her mind was completely revealed by the expression on her face.

Seeing the distress and struggle of little pudding, Jian Changqing also felt a little sad, and only then did she realize that Fu Nianchen's place in little pudding's heart is not shallow.

"Just kidding, of course, you have the right to choose who to make friends with, but there is one thing, protect yourself, can you promise me?"