Du Yuheng simply disliked having someone constantly "clinging" to Zhou Xinya, but he couldn't say it directly.
That's why they settled for the second-best option and chose the most "childish" approach—
This will discourage other children from playing with Jinzi.
Looking back now, he regrets it and decides to find an opportunity to apologize to Jin Zi in person.
Jinzi didn't go to school yesterday, so he might not have heard what she said, but Du Yuheng still felt it was necessary to apologize in person.
Otherwise, I would always be restless and uncomfortable.
"So this is what it feels like to have done something wrong." Du Yuheng came back from the balcony, where the turkey was already being cut up inside.
The roasted turkey is quite heavy; it's so big that it will spoil if it's not eaten on the same day.
We don't have an oven at home, so it's better to eat it fresh.
Du Yuheng, like Zhou Xinya, is a true foodie.
This time, however, neither of them ate. Instead, they sat on the carpet in the small room, quietly assembling the crystal ball, and neither of them spoke.
He only received his crystal ball when it was time to leave.
Zhou Xinya put a lot of blue accessories inside, saying, "Merry Christmas, my little follower~"
Cheer up, I'm so glad you gave me a gift today.
The little girl glanced at the cheerful living room and said, "My house is very lively today because of your arrival."
If results-oriented approaches bring happiness to the most people, then today is a day worth cherishing.
Zhou Xinya applied what she learned to repay Du Yuheng's gift and understanding.
"I also want to apologize to you. Hitting someone is always wrong."
When faced with a problem, some people choose to "fight fire with fire" without thinking.
Use physical violence to stop verbal violence.
Du Yuheng shook his head, "You don't need to apologize to me, I'm not angry."
In fact, he wouldn't get angry no matter what Zhou Xinya did.
I was just beaten that day—
This was the first time Du Yuheng had been hit on the head by a friend, and he didn't react in time.
Zhou Xinya was the first child who had never been bullied by other children.
So Du Yuheng was stunned and a little flustered. He didn't know how to appease her anger, so he could only avoid her.
Zhou Xinya thought Du Yuheng was really stupid.
Why are you so obedient?
Isn't she too obedient? She goes exactly where you point her, offering no challenge whatsoever.
Zhou Xinya was getting a little annoyed by their overly obedient and gentle nature, but she still had to be polite and thank them for their Christmas gifts before politely saying goodbye to Du Yuheng's family.
After all, problems have to be solved one by one, right?
Seeing Du Yuheng's joyful and satisfied face because of her little action, Zhou Xinya felt only boredom.
She doesn't want friends like that; they're too "useless."
At least it doesn't help with my emotions at all.
The feeling of being needed has already been realized by Guo Zhimeng and her group of sisters.
Anything more than that is useless.
So Zhou Xinya ran to her mother and said, "I'm so bored."
Sun Lifang was speechless. "What's wrong? You spent most of the day playing with Du Yuheng, didn't you?"
Do children who aren't allowed to be restrained also get bored? Sun Lifang couldn't understand her daughter.
"Oh dear, don't even mention Du Yuheng." The little girl climbed onto the big bed, hugged her mother's arm, and sighed, "It's because of him that I'm so bored."
I feel like I have no freedom when I'm with him.
Being taken care of too much can also be a problem.
Whatever you want, as long as Du Yuheng has it, he will give it to you without hesitation. You don't even need to look inside; he understands immediately.
Upon hearing this, Sun Lifang held her daughter's head, brushed the hair aside, and carefully examined her features—
She's not exactly stunningly beautiful anymore, is she?
The little girls in the kindergarten are all quite good-looking, with big eyes, high noses, and oval faces.
Zhou Xinya wasn't much better looking, so how did she develop the "player" persona so early?
Why should Du Yuheng obey?
Sun Lifang didn't understand; she really didn't understand.
I said a few words on Du Yuheng's behalf, telling her to treat the girl well, but the girl just nodded and hummed, as if the words went in one ear and out the other.
“Mom, you’re right.” Zhou Xinya yawned. “He’s a good person.”
Sun Lifang: "???"
My darling, are you already handing out friend cards?
It started raining heavily outside, so we couldn't give out gifts today. Zhou Xinya called her classmates to let them know: "I'll distribute them all when we go to school on Monday."
Giving them extra gold later wouldn't seem so abrupt.
Since she didn't have to go out, Zhou Xinya, having eaten and drunk her fill, clung to her mother, wanting to sleep with her.
"Mommy, I want you to pat me to sleep."
Sun Lifang's hand was taken and placed on the little girl's body, and she was asked to pat her and lull her to sleep.
She patted it casually a couple of times and then wanted to go on strike.
Unexpectedly, the little girl in his arms was unusually fussy, drawing out her words in a spoiled tone, "Mommy~ you're not serious~"
"What's so serious?" Sun Lifang lay down on her side. It was completely dark outside, and the room was gloomy. The warm light was on, and the sound of wind and rain outside added to the unique atmosphere.
"Mommy wants to sleep too, and doesn't want to take pictures of you."
Sun Lifang playfully told her daughter, "I've already patted you, now it's your turn to pat me and coax me to sleep."
Upon hearing this, a little girl sat up with her messy hair and resignedly began patting her mother's back.
From a distance, it looks like they're trying to soothe a giant baby.
A six-year-old girl takes care of her elderly mother.
Thinking about this, Sun Lifang found it quite funny.
Once she got away with it, she went even further, asking Zhou Xinya to "sing some songs for us."
"Who lulls people to sleep without singing?"
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