I Become A Burdensome Child After Transmigrating

It was inconvenient for her to be sent to the hospital in such a situation. Su Shengjing could only find a cold towel to wipe her face and feed her a few glasses of water.

In the second half of the night, the heat of An Yuan's body subsided, and then she closed her eyes in a daze and fell asleep.

Su Shengjing breathed a sigh of relief, but when she woke up tomorrow morning, it seemed that it was not easy to explain.

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Su Shengjing turned and left the room. As soon as he walked out of the door, he was surprised to see the little dumpling standing by the door, "Baby, haven't you slept yet?"

Su Jiu didn't want to admit that he wanted to eavesdrop, but he didn't expect his father to come out suddenly and be caught.

She stuck out her tongue, "Dad isn't here, I can't sleep, I want my dad to coax him."

A gentle smile appeared in Su Shengjing's eyes, um, this feeling of being needed by a child is really nice,

He carried the little dumpling to the master bedroom, put her on the bed, and after she got into the bed, Su Shengjing bent over, kissed her forehead, and asked with a smile, "Baby, how do you want Dad to coax and sing Or tell a story?"

The little girl didn't even think about it, "Tell a story!"

"Okay, Dad will tell you a story. But after listening to it, you have to go to bed immediately. It's already very late, you know?"

Su Shengjing leaned against the bedside, picked up a glass of fairy tale book, and told her a story. Even though she had heard those fairy tales many times, she still liked to hear them.

Su Jiu was wrapped in a thick quilt, lying comfortably in the quilt listening to the story. Listening to it, I couldn't help but think of the villain who was far away from home.

little villain...

It's been a while since he left. Although he makes phone calls or videos from time to time, he still misses him on the nth day when the little villain is away.

In particular, I miss the days when my father was very busy with work and she lived in his house. At night, Aunt Song would tell her stories in a gentle voice like her father.

The villain also listens. Usually, she falls asleep while listening. When she wakes up the next day, the quilt on her body is always well covered. And she often monopolizes the villain's bed, and he has to squeeze with Aunt Song.

However, the villain never had any complaints.

Hey, what a good little cub, she really misses him!

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On the other side, in an ordinary residential area in the small town, Rong Si still hadn't slept.

On the desk in the room, the lamp light dimmed yellow, illuminating a small area. The hour hand has already pointed to more than 1 am, and Rong Si is still doing exercises. He can already do the questions for the third year of junior high school. If he works harder, he can also learn the knowledge of high school in advance.

The light reflected off his delicate little face, and there were bruises on the corners of his mouth, as if he had fought someone. But he didn't care at all, his lips pursed tightly, and he concentrated on doing the question.

Song Wanqiu thought he was asleep, so he habitually got up and came to see him. He didn't expect that he was still doing the questions, and was a little surprised, "Asi, why are you still studying so late? Go to bed."

Rong Si shook his head, the pen in his hand did not stop, "I want to study for a while."

Song Wanqiu took a closer look, and was even more surprised to find that he was working on a book of math study in the third grade of junior high school.

She knew that this child had always been quite self-conscious in her studies and never needed her to worry about it. And she also knew that he was very smart, and there seemed to be no pressure to learn the knowledge of the upper grades. However, his progress was still beyond her imagination.

Moreover, he is still studying so late, which is unusual.

Song Wanqiu patted his head and asked worriedly, "Is there something on your mind? Tell your mother, okay?"