"What's wrong? What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?"
Zhao Qian held the children in her arms and ran quickly into the house. Perhaps because they were closer to their mother, the three babies stopped crying, but they were all humming softly, and their eyes were looking towards their mother.
Zhao Qian and Ling Dansi felt very sad when seeing this.
"Qiao Qiao, don't cry. Look, the children are all looking for their mother. See how worried they are about you?"
Seeing that Wu Qiao's condition had not improved at all, Jiang Rong immediately put Yuan Zhesheng in Yuan Hongyi's arms, and she herself came to her daughter holding one of the babies.
"Look, the baby is so worried about you."
Jiang Rong took out the baby's hand, and the baby actually stretched out his little hand to touch his mother.
Again and again, very lightly, without any pattern. After all, the child was only more than half a month old, but just such movements finally stopped Wu Qiao's crying.
Wu Qiao raised his head from Chen Jingang's arms and saw his baby.
There were tears in the baby's eyes, his mouth was pouting, and he reached out to his mother.
This scene made Wu Qiao's eyes red again.
The crying that had just stopped came again.
There was no sound, just tears flowing silently.
"Qiao Qiao, no matter what happens to you, you must think about the children. The children need their mother and they love you very much."
Ling Dansi also brought the child over and let Wu Qiao look after him.
"Look, what lovely babies there are! They are thinking of you. When they see you crying, they cry too."
As she spoke, tears began to well up in Ling Dansi's eyes.
No one knew better than her how hard Wu Qiao had worked over the years. She had always just smiled off whatever she faced. She had been under so much pressure that she had never mentioned it to anyone else, and had just endured it all silently.
Ever since I met her when she was eighteen, she has been an extremely sensible girl. She is calm, wise, and composed in the face of difficulties.
The only thing she lost was the liveliness and dreaminess that an eighteen-year-old girl should have.
"Qiao Qiao, look quickly, the babies don't have names yet. They said they were waiting for you to choose one, but you still haven't chosen one, so we can only call them Dabao, Erbao, and Xiaobao."
Zhao Qian, who was standing by, also brought the child to Wu Qiao.
After hearing what Zhao Qian said, Wu Qiao finally responded and took the child from Jiang Rong's hands. The baby also felt it and reached out to touch his mother.
Perhaps because of the child's innocence, Wu Qiao finally calmed down and was not as excited as before.
"Xiaobao, Mommy is here. Don't be afraid. Mommy won't cry anymore."
The three babies wore the same clothes and were wrapped in the same bedding, so no one could tell them apart. Sometimes even Chen Jingang, who took care of them every day, would get confused.
In the end, they could only stick the words "Dabao", "Erbao" and "Xiaobao" in the corners of the quilt, but only Wu Qiao could recognize them.
Hearing his mother calling him, the little baby grinned. When one baby laughed, the other two babies also laughed, and called out "Yiyaya", which meant they were looking for their mother.
But Wu Qiao couldn't hold the three babies, so he could only put them on the bed and kiss them one by one.
At this time, seeing that everyone was quiet, Chaoyang immediately stepped forward to check on Wu Qiao, fearing that something was wrong with her.
The assistant also walked over carrying the medicine box.
Chen Jingang stood up, looked at Jiang Rong, Yuan Hongyi and others, and shook his head helplessly, meaning that he didn't know why this happened.
Suddenly, I heard Chaoyang's cold voice.
Everyone looked over and saw that Wu Qiao's arms and thighs were covered with bruises.
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