Chapter 15: Fear of Water
The dinner was served by the hotel and it tasted pretty good. Tuan Zi ate happily and accidentally ate too much. Xia Ning rubbed her stomach for thought before deciding to take her for a walk. 2
While walking, Xia Ning went to the supermarket and bought many children's supplies. When they returned to the hotel, they started to prepare to help the group take a bath.
To her surprise, Tuanzi, who was exceptionally obedient during the day, was particularly resistant to bathing. Xia Ning thought that it was a child who didn't like water, she patiently persuaded her," Tuanzi, how do we sleep tonight if we do n' t wash the incense?"
"I'm afraid." Tuan Zi almost cried and said these two words. He didn't know what he was thinking and instead hid further away.
Xia Ning coaxed her a few more times, but the result was very poor. The word "favored by favor" appeared in her mind almost instantly. She deliberately put on a serious face." Tuanzi, if you don't come to take a bath, I wo n' t like you anymore."
Hearing this, the ball really loosened up and slowly walked towards her. Xia Ning helped her remove all her clothes and carried her into the bathtub. She realized that the little guy was shaking violently.
"Mommy, don't dislike me. "I'm very obedient."
Tuan Zi tightly grabbed her wrist as if he was afraid that Xia Ning would abandon her as soon as he let go. Xia Ning had already regretted it at this moment. She thought that she had been frightened by what she had just said and felt guilty as she kissed her forehead.
"Don't worry, I like the team the most. "You are my treasure."
It took them more than half an hour before they came out of the bathroom. Xia Ning asked her to go back to the bedroom and prepare to wash up herself, a phone call suddenly came in.
A series of familiar phone numbers caused her expression to change. Zhao Qinghen, why was he calling at this time? And how did he know her contact details?
After a moment of hesitation, Xia Ning answered his phone." Is there anything?"
"Have you given the group a bath? If you can, don't wash it. I' ll send someone over every day." A deep voice came from the other end.
"It's already washed."
Xia Ning definitely didn't believe that he was calling for something boring. Was he worried about her when he said he wanted to send someone over?
Thinking of this, Xia Ning felt a rush of frustration." If you don't feel at ease, you can bring the ball back now." "I'm not the only one who can take care of her, right?"
She said excitedly," How could Qing Hen not know what Xia Ning misunderstood?" She explained in a good-tempered manner," I don't have any other intentions. It's just that in the past, a nanny helped the group take a bath and almost had an accident, so she was afraid of water. "I hate bathing."
Xia Ning paused for a moment and thought of his reaction in the bathroom, his chest choked up. He couldn't go up or down, and he started to swell.
No wonder she was so resistant. She didn't know anything but think that she was arrogant and even forced to.
After impatiently hanging up, Xia Ning hugged and kissed the group and apologized," I'm sorry, baby." "I don't know."
Tuan Zi had been eavesdropping on the phone all this time, and he had guessed what had happened. He patted Xia Ning back and comforted her," It's nothing, Mommy. I' m very brave after taking a shower, right?" "I'm still waiting for you to tell a bedtime story."
"Yes, I'm very brave. "We will tell Snow White's story tonight."
Although Tuanzi had already heard this story, it was the first time Mommy had told her about this experience. She agreed without even thinking about it.
Although the little guy didn't mind, Xia Ning was still struggling. His belief that he would leave the group in the evening began to waver. Was it really okay to hand her over to Zhao Qinghen?
Looking at the little guy in front of him, Xia Ning mood was extremely complicated...
The next day, Zhao Qingheng asked someone to send her a bag. Xia Ning, after sending her to the kindergarten, she read the script in the hotel alone.
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