Huo Junshan firmly opposed Xiao Ya going to the city to help Song Jingjing run the store and take care of the children, and this time, Xiao Ya did not refute.
She chose to stay at home and take care of her youngest daughter Huo Rou and grandson Huo Yichen wholeheartedly.
Meanwhile, Song Jingjing not only had to look after the store alone, but also had to sleep with the twins at night.
As for Huo Yifei and Huo Yingzi, they were taken care of by a nanny and slept in the next room.
On the night when Huo Qingyan was not around, Song Jingjing finally coaxed her twin daughters to sleep, but unexpectedly, she herself suffered from insomnia and was afraid to fall asleep.
She was afraid that once she turned off the lights, her mother would suddenly come to their room and sit by the bed to watch them, just like she did last night. Therefore, even late at night, she did not dare to turn off the lights.
Fortunately, Huo Qingyan specially replaced the light bulb with a new one before leaving yesterday. The light bulb did not burn out tonight and everything seemed normal.
Despite this, Song Jingjing had no desire to sleep at all. Not only did she toss and turn, but as time went by, the fear in her heart became stronger and stronger.
She was considering whether to call the nanny to her room to make a bed on the floor. As she was thinking about it, her eyes could no longer support her and began to slowly close.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a voice calling from outside the house: "Jingjing, Jingjing..."
This sudden sound was like a thunderclap, waking Song Jingjing from her half-sleep state.
Her heartbeat accelerated instantly and all the hairs on her body stood up.
Song Jingjing couldn't understand why someone would scare her like this even though her mother was dead. She felt incredibly wronged and terrified, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Knock, knock, knock!" A series of rapid and forceful knocks on the door suddenly sounded outside the house, as if someone was eager to enter the house.
The sound seemed particularly abrupt in the silent environment, breaking the original tranquility.
Song Jingjing sat up suddenly from the bed with a thud, as if she had been electrocuted. Her eyes were fixed on the closed door, muttering to herself, "Mom, please don't scare me. I'm timid. Just go in peace. I'll definitely burn extra paper money for you during the Qingming Festival."
At this moment, a burst of urgent shouting suddenly came from outside the house: "Jingjing, Jingjing, open the door quickly!"
Song Jingjing's body trembled violently. Why did this voice sound so much like Sister Yan? She asked hesitantly, "Sister Yan, are you outside?"
"Jingjing, open the door quickly! Feifei wet the bed, I came to get him some clean clothes!" The voice from outside the house came again.
Song Jingjing finally came to her senses. It turned out to be the nanny Tang Feiyan. She quickly climbed down from the bed, slipped on her slippers, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.
It was indeed Tang Feiyan standing outside the door, wearing thin pajamas, looking at Song Jingjing anxiously.
Song Jingjing quickly found a set of her son's clean clothes from the cupboard, handed them to Tang Feiyan, and said, "Sister Yan, these are Feifei's clothes, you can take them."
Tang Feiyan took the clothes and said gratefully, "Okay, Jingjing, I'll go change Feifei right away."
Song Jingjing suddenly remembered something and quickly reminded her, "Sister Yan, please don't call me by my name at night. If you want to, just call me Zizi's mom or Feifei's mom."
After hearing this, Tang Feiyan looked at Song Jingjing with some confusion, wondering to herself: Is Song Jingjing afraid of ghosts? Why can't I even call her by her name?
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