Chapter 1724: Yoyo, tell me (3)

After bathing Jinuo, Shen Youran took him out of the bathroom and put it on the bed.
Jinuo coquettishly: "Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight."
Shen Youran said softly and softly, "You go to sleep first, I'll go and see Tongtong."
"Huh." Zino nodded cleverly.
Shen Youran covered him with a quilt, and went to close the curtain again, leaving only a night sleep lamp, and exited the room.
She came out of Ji Shaoheng's room, Fang Sitong was still crying, Ji Shaoheng hurriedly coaxed her.
Fruits, snacks, toys, and some rag dolls clipped from the doll machine are on the table.
She raised her hand and knocked on the door, Ji Shaoheng looked back at her, her face full of frustration and irritability, she said lightly: "Is there anything I need to help?"
Ji Shaoheng froze for a moment, Shen Youran rarely talked to him, and treated him coldly every time he met.
Tonight she voluntarily asked him if there was anything to help, which really surprised him.
Seeing him staring blankly at himself without speaking, Shen Youran frowned slightly.
Upon seeing this, Ji Shaoheng quickly squeezed his expression: "You just happened to help me coax her."
Shen Youran entered the room, Ji Shaoheng got up to make room for her.
Fang Sitong was sitting next to the bed, Shen Youran walked in front of her and sat down on the stool beside the bed.
"Tongtong, your mommy has been in the hospital these two days and can't take care of you, so you stay here first and wait for her feet to pick you up."
Fang Sitong was still crying, his watery eyes filled with tears.
Shen Youran changed his strategy: "Since this is the case, then I will call your mom to pick you up."
Fang Sitong looked at her, and the eyes of the black grapes were washed with tears.
Shen Youran's cell phone was in the bag downstairs. She took Ji Shaoheng's cell phone on the table and pretended to call.
Ji Shaoheng raised his hand to stop her, just whispered "hey", and heard Shen Youran say again.
"It has been this evening, it's not safe for your mum to pick you up, and her foot is injured. It may be more serious by that time. Are you sure you want her to pick you up now?"
Fang Sitong blinked, then shook his head, crying red eyes like a little rabbit.
Shen Youran put down her mobile phone and took a tissue to wipe her tears: "Since this is the case, stop crying and wait for Mommy's feet to get better, she will pick you up."
Fang Sitong nodded, although the crying gradually became smaller, not as loud as before, but still did not stop.
Shen Youran took off her shoes and laid her down: "Auntie will tell you a story."
Fang Sitong answered the speech, his hoarse voice choked, softly: "Brother Nono said, the story you told is pretty good."
She talked the most, and Ji Shaoheng's face was overjoyed, and the sadness in her heart dissipated a little.
Shen Youran hooked her lips and told her a story about a little tadpole looking for her mother.
The soft voice of the low generation, quietly flowing in the quiet room, accompanied by the moonlight shining through the window.
Ji Shaoheng retreated two steps back, leaned against the wall, and looked at Shen Youran and Fang Sitong.
It was his daughter lying on the bed, but the woman who was coaxing his daughter to sleep was not his.
If so, how good it should be.
Hearing the woman's low voice, he couldn't tell what it was like.
Sour, complicated, melancholy, all kinds of emotions are intertwined.
His heart was uncomfortably tight, so much more painful and dull than the sap.