The Universe's Number One Healing Cub

Seven

  Jian Ning sat up rubbing his eyes, his nose twitching. He could already smell the fragrance of milk.

  "Ah!"

  Looking at the bottle in Zhan Xi's hand, Jian Ning stretched out his chubby hand and wanted to take the bottle. The original off-white bottle was replaced with a new yellow bottle today, and the bottle was still full of milk.

  "Drink slowly."

  Zhan Xi handed the bottle over, and first asked him to hold it and drink it, so as not to be hungry.

  After Jian Ning held the bottle with both hands and drank most of it, Zhan Xi asked, "Baby, is it fun to go to class today?"

  Jian Ning's ears moved, and after Zhan Xi asked patiently for a while, he nodded seriously.

  The little swollen face in the virtual scene will not be brought into reality, but Zhan Xi has not forgotten the appearance of the baby he just saw. He stretched out his hand, and when he was about to touch the baby's face, the latter even hid back, and it was obvious that he was afraid that he would be hurt if he touched it.

  "My dear, are you full?"

  Zhan Xi put the baby holding the bottle on his lap. This position will make the baby feel more secure.

  Jian Ning drank milk quickly. After a while, he began to shake the empty bottle of milk powder: "Ah!"

  It's gone!

  Zhan Xi took the empty bottle and stopped him from drinking. This baby didn't know whether he was hungry or full. As long as he kept giving him milk, he would keep drinking.

  "Your stomach is already swollen, you can't drink anymore."

  Zhan Xi touched his swollen belly, coaxing him while repeating his words: "Baby, are there other children bullying you?"

  Jian Ning knew what bullying was. He sat on Zhan Xi's lap, hesitated, and then put his right cheek close to Zhan Xi's eyes.

  "Ah!"

  He put his right cheek under Zhan Xi's eyelids and began to babble and complain. In a bunch of incomprehensible baby language, there was a new word.

  Zhan Xi's eyelids twitched, and he suspected that he was hallucinating.

  He examined his own child inquiringly: "Child, say it again."

  Jian Ning: "..."

  Jian Ning began to repeat himself, groaning and groaning, using both his hands and feet, and even pulling off his little socks, and then asked Zhan Xi to put them on again.

  "Pot?"

  In another baby language, Zhan Xi was about to catch the word pot. According to the sounds that little babies are prone to mispronounce, he quickly guessed that pot means -

  brother.

  Zhan Xi frowned, he checked his child's little face, feeling distressed and angry: "What brother are you talking about? Did your brother bully you?"

  The teacher told him that his child didn't like to play with other children. If his child called him brother with a red and swollen face, he was probably not a good child!

  "Did you get bullied by other children? And they asked you to call me brother?"

  Maybe Zhan Xi asked too long or too complicated questions, the child who was stumped by his question looked at him blankly.