Chapter 183: Sorrowful to her old lady

After Shui Anluo tangled up, he patted his face hard. When he looked up, he had a box of milk in front of him. Shui Anluo looked up at the person who handed him the milk, and proudly turned his head to the side.
Chu Cuiyi sat down beside her and put milk in her hands.
"Aggrieved?"
Shui Anluo continued to twist his head without looking at him, and finally got up.
Chu Ningyi held her wrists together, preventing her from leaving.
"Shui Anluo, you are wrong to push people, no matter what it is for." Chu Qiyi frowned, especially when the other side was a doctor or a doctor who was going to perform an operation.
"Anyway, no matter what happens, you will only blame me." Shui Anluo sneered and looked down at him, holding back his sadness.
This is what happened, even what happened just now.
"Do I have to blame anyone else?" Chu Cuiyi said suddenly.
Shui Anluo froze slightly, as if he didn't understand what he meant.
Chu Cuiyi got up, touched her head with a bit of helplessness, and finally turned into the hospital.
Shui Anluo stood there looking at the back of him, holding the warm milk in his hands tightly. I wonder if it was his body temperature or his?
Do I have to blame someone else?
What does this mean?
Is he not someone else to him?
But he didn't know what to say. Chu Cuiyi always did this, and she liked to let her guess, but she couldn't guess and didn't dare to think too much, because she thought she would get hurt.
When Shui Anluo went back, the little baby woke up and was crying now, and the great Chu was once again helplessly hugging his little prince.
When the baby is not sick, he gives his father a special gift. Basically, he doesn't cry anymore, so Shui Anluo likes to throw it to him, and then he throws the treasurer by himself.
But the baby was ill, and his daddy's face was not given. He cried when he was uncomfortable.
Chu Cuiyi reminded her hundreds of times in her heart that this is her own son, and her son, in order to endure leaving without leaving her hand.
Yu Ma tried to sneer and tried hard, never seeing the young master's face turned black and still holding on, so the young master turned out to be the master's nemesis.
Chu Cuiyi held him with both hands, his body stiffened.
"Why are you standing here? Come in." Chu Cuiyi saw Shui Anluo, and the anger that had been hooked by his son finally had a place to spread fire. His voice was cold and he could not wait to eat.
"What's your name, isn't this your son?" Shui Anluo rolled in his eyes and reached out to pick up the baby. She could obviously feel Chu Chuyi's breath exhaling.
The little boy lay on Mummy's shoulder and continued to cry, his voice was almost dumb, and he could not stop his crying steps.
Shui Anluo walked around the movable area beside his bed, whispered to him and sang to him, and finally Chu Guiyi, who could not help but hugged him again.
"Okay, don't kill my son with the sound of your running around the moon." Chu Muyi frowned, this is not to hit her, but Shui Anluo really sings badly.
Shui Anluo drew a little from the corner of his mouth and looked at Chu Cuiyi, who was sitting with his son in his arms. "You can sing, what do you do?"
Chu Cuiyi raised her head and gave her a disdainful look, looked down at the crying son again, and whispered, "A long time ago, in a deep mountain old forest, there was a big man ..."
"You can hear this--" Shui Anluo hadn't finished speaking yet. The little baby slaps at his mummy strength again. People don't cry anymore, but stare at their dad with tears in their eyes.
Yu Ma laughed and looked at the family of three with a mobile phone. Obviously they were so loving, how could they not understand each other's heart?
Hey, that old lady is sad.