Si Minghan stood up, holding a baby in each hand and another on his back. The scene looked quite amusing.
"Go see Jingjing." Si Minghan said to Dibao who was still in a daze.
"Ah? That..." Dibao thought to herself, he was amazing, it was effortless, she definitely couldn't do it...
Only after returning to the room did Si Minghan put the three children down.
Jingjing was still asleep on the big bed, but she was much more restful than in the morning. She wasn't feeling so uncomfortable anymore.
But it still makes people feel distressed to see his weak appearance.
Dibao stared at the little creature, her heart aching with pity. She instinctively walked to the bedside and sat down. She looked at the small, fleshy hand outside the quilt, reached out, and grasped it. It was warm, a normal temperature.
I feel deeply that I am very sentimental. When other people’s children are sick, I feel as if I can empathize with them. Can I get into the role so quickly?
Si Minghan stood beside her, and he looked not at Jingjing but at Dibao, with a deep and quiet expression, even the lines of his face were tense.
The five children lay beside their mother's legs, looking at the sleeping Jingjing, and then looking at their beloved mother.
Jingjing seemed to feel her mother's warmth. Her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes. Her bright eyes looked at the figure sitting on the edge of the bed, "...Mom?"
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"Jingjing, are you awake?" Dibao asked uncertainly when he saw her weak look.
"Is it really... Mom?" Jingjing asked again.
Di Bao raised his head to look at Si Minghan, as if to confirm whether he should respond, "Yes, Mommy is back."
Jingjing couldn't stop crying anymore. She climbed out of the quilt and threw herself into Dibao's arms, crying, "Mommy..." Her voice was weak but pitiful.
Dibao stood there in a daze, his eyes hot and he felt liquid sliding down his face.
She raised her hand and touched her face; her hand was wet.
She... cried?
Si Minghan, who seemed calm standing nearby, felt his chest tighten when he saw Dibao staring blankly at his tears.
"Mommy is back...Mommy, don't leave..." Jingjing grabbed Dibao's clothes and cried.
Dibao came back to his senses, hugged the soft and helpless baby, and patted her back soothingly, "I won't leave, Mommy won't leave..."
The five big eyes beside me suddenly lit up. "Mom... not leaving? Living in Hanyuan forever?"
Dibao was helpless. She could only say this. The child was crying like this and she couldn't bear it, so she just said it.
She knew very well that the children regarded her as their biological mother, almost as if she were a substitute. But facing such a child, she could not get angry.
That's right, what do children know? They only have their mothers in their eyes, unlike adults who have complicated thoughts...
At this time, Bob came in with a nutritious soup, "Miss Jingjing, would you like to eat something? You haven't eaten for a day."
"You haven't eaten for a day?" Dibao asked, "Are you feeling unwell and can't eat?"
"When Miss Jingjing is sick, she doesn't want to eat, not even drink water. But if you have a fever, it's better to drink more water."
Jingjing burrowed into Dibao's arms, very reluctant, "Don't eat... Don't..."
Dibao looked at Jingjing, who was so dependent on her, and asked gently, "Can Mommy feed you?"
Jingjing raised her face and looked at her mother with tears in her eyes.
Dibao looked at those eyes and thought, these eyes are so beautiful, like crystal.
"Mom...can you feed me?" Jingjing asked.
"Of course. As long as Jingjing eats, Mommy will feed her, okay?" "Yes, Mommy, I'll eat..." Jingjing agreed pitifully.
Si Minghan walked forward and held Jingjing in his arms. Dibao took the bowl and fed her little mouth little spoonfuls at a time.
Jingjing ate while staring at her mother, her eyes fixed on her.
Dibao was melted by her eyes.
Do you like being fed by her so much?
How much they love their moms...
Bob breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Jingjing obediently eat her soup. She was finally willing to eat.
I guess he will only eat if his mom feeds him, and if he is fed by a bastard, he will eat while crying. It's like he is being forced to eat.
The other five watched Jingjing being fed by her mother, feeling somewhat envious. Not because of the food, but because of the treatment.
"I want to be sick too!" Xiaojun said suddenly.
"Huh?" Di Bao was surprised.
"When I'm sick, my mom can feed me." Ji said with a smile.
"Dad holds me, mom feeds me, so happy!" Ximei.
"I want to too!" Dongdong.
"Being sick..." Mangzi's little face was full of longing.
"No..." Dibao had to correct them, "If you want to prevent Mom from getting sick, that's fine! Being sick is very uncomfortable, but don't think that way, you know? If you really get sick, Mom will worry about you."
"Then... then I don't want to be sick anymore, Mommy, don't worry!" Xiaojun quickly changed his words.
"In no mood."
"Mommy, be happy!"
"Mom, if you're not sick, can you stay with us?" asked Ximei.
Mangzi looked expectant.
"Yes, sure." Dibao nodded in agreement.
Dongdong grabbed Jingjing's little hand and said, "Jingjing, are you listening? Mommy will be with us, so get up quickly if you're sick!"
"Defeat sick!"
Jingjing nodded with tears in her eyes, "Yes, I will..."
Dibao watched the children interacting with each other and felt that no matter how many children they had, their parents wouldn't need to worry too much! They are so cute and sensible!
Jingjing never ate much when she was sick, but now, with Dibao patiently feeding her, she finished a bowl of soup.
In the park, Dibao sat on the swing, quietly nestled in his mother's arms, looking at the five little ones playing wildly not far away, with envy in his eyes.
"Mom, I want to go play too..." said Jingjing.
"Ah? Your body is still not well?" Dibao asked.
"Mom, I'm tired..."
"Go!" Si Minghan came over and carried her down, "Go play with them."
Standing quietly on the ground, looking at Mama with aggrieved eyes, "Will Mama leave?"
"No, I'll just stay here and watch you play." Dibao didn't expect that he was so worried about her.
"Hmm..." Jingjing turned and ran off to a nearby spot. "Dongdong." Dibao watched Jingjing run over, and Dongdong immediately took her hand and joined in the fun. The laughter of children is the easiest way to heal people.
Looking at that scene, Dibao's heart was touched, as if he had merged into the picture without any sense of disobedience.
But this is just my own feeling. What does Si Minghan think?
Do you think she is just a substitute mom?
Just as she lowered her head and cast her eyes downward, her arms tightened and she was pulled up.
Then it became Si Minghan sitting on the swing, and she sat on Si Minghan's thighs——
"..." Dibao's mind was buzzing. Rather than being ambiguous, this posture was more like a kind of...sentiment.
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