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I brewed tea for Sheng Yun and called him: "I don't have good tea here, you can make do with it." Not only did I forget to place the fruit, but I also forgot to pour the tea. It was Sheng Yun who went to play with Xiao Jin first, so I can't be blamed.

We don’t have any extra stools in our house, so I sold three foam floor mats for Xiaojin, so Sheng Yun, who played with him, also sat on the floor, but he is tall, so he might as well drink water, and he brought the teacup with his hand, I see I took a look at his hand, and there was a bruise on his hand. At the joints, his hand was beautiful, slender and white, so the bruise was particularly obvious, as if he had been grinding on the ground for a long time. He just came to our house It didn't exist at that time, I don't know how to do it?Is there something wrong with our floor?

When I wanted to ask him, he quickly withdrew his hand. He was holding a cup of tea and asked Xiao Jin, "Do you want some water?"

Xiao Jin shook his head, so he put down the teacup again, this is the tea that dislikes me.

So I stopped forcing him to drink it. Last time Gao Yu came to my place, he vomited after taking a sip. I also knew that the tea was not very good.

I didn't have tea for him, so I was too embarrassed to ask him, because he never sat across from me.

He was still sitting where he was playing with Xiaojin, and this time he was as focused as apologizing, and I couldn't get in for a while, and I didn't dare to sit still, so I flipped through a book on the sofa, and there was a line that didn't Looking at it line by line, I haven't used a mobile phone for half a year, so I often forget that I still have a mobile phone.

But reading is easy to be boring. This book is still a children’s book I bought for Xiaojin, and I can recite it backwards, so while I was flipping through it, my mind was distracted. Questions, such as why did I bring Xiaojin out alone?

As long as you are not a fool, you can understand that this child does not belong to Gao Yu, if it is his, the Gao family will not let me bring the child out.

And Sheng Yun is obviously not a fool, he is about to become a witch.

So I didn't even have the courage to look at him more, even though I knew that when he was playing with Xiao Jin, he would take time to look at my room and take a look at me by the way.

I was pretending to be flipping through my children's book.

I am ready to turn to the end of the world, as long as Sheng Yun doesn't ask me.

As expected, Sheng Yun didn't ask me. Except for a few words with Xiao Jin, he didn't talk to me at all.

I can't help but feel a little bit lost, it's the kind of person who is similar to me who has countless stories at first sight, but people don't pay attention to it, and the feeling of being underappreciated.

Wrong, I shouldn't have used this word, I was pregnant and didn't know whose species.

I sighed silently, lowered my head to drink my tea, and didn't have the face to look up.

I didn't have the face to look up, but I also knew that Sheng Yun was looking at me. After helping Xiaojin set up the big frame of the model, he pointed his eyes at me. No matter what the situation, he looked at me with a trace of indifference. I am happy, I know that my host is too bad, so I asked him again: "Are you tired of coaxing the children, come and drink tea and rest for a while, let Xiaojin play by herself."

He looked at me: "You usually let him play by himself?"

I glanced at Xiao Jin, I usually let him play in the kindergarten, I... occasionally play with him, but I coughed in his questioning eyes: "No, I often play with him. "

He said softly, "Really?"

I heard the feeling of questioning.

His eyes were also questioning, and I stammered: "Of course."

He looked at me again and asked, "How long have you been here?"

Finally asked about this topic, I took a deep breath: "It's been a month and a half."

I avoided his eyes, afraid that he would ask further questions, but he just repeated my words in a slow tone: "One and a half months? One month."

The tone of the last three words remained the same, but they seemed to be gritted out between teeth. After thinking about it for a while, I realized that he cut me off to work in his art gallery.

I didn't know what he meant for a while, but when I looked up at him, I found that his complexion was not very good, just like when I met him in the heavy rain that day.

Did he think I was incompetent and couldn't find a job, so I stayed at home for a month?

I was incompetent, I was afraid to go out at that time, I was not used to going out.

I coughed and changed the subject: "Are we going to hang out today?"