There was a small bed in the study, the kind that was only big enough for one person to sleep on. He Hua Cheng had bought it when he was alone.
Occasionally, he would work overtime until late at night on the weekends. When he was tired, he would lie on this small bed and sleep.
After they got married, He Hua Cheng often came over to sleep because he felt that the child was crying and disturbing his sleep at night.
Even though Qin Meng changed frequently, there was still an unpleasant smell of alcohol on the bed.
Xiao Shuai had to open the window wider to let the wind outside blow in and disperse the unpleasant smell of alcohol.
He leaned against the small bed and thought about how to treat the mother and son.
He seemed to have not been human for a long time, as if he had forgotten how to get along with others.
What should he do with children? What was the definition of a good father?
He looked confused.
He had to slow down. He was still not used to being a human.
When he was floating, he could still casually float around to see what other fathers were doing. Now, he could only wait until the day to go out and watch.
Xiao Shuai's mind was filled with thoughts of what to do next. He only slowly fell asleep when the sky was bright.
Xiao Shuai was woken up by the sound of a child crying. It was He Zhi.
He Zhi, who had been frightened last night, didn't see his mother when he woke up. He immediately cried in panic.
Xiao Shuai jumped up from the bed reflexively, and the sunlight shone on him.
He subconsciously shrank into the shadows. When he sensed that something was wrong and felt that he should go out to take a look, Qin Meng had already rushed into the room from the kitchen.
"Xiao Zhi, be good.”
Qin Meng's voice was mixed in with the child's crying, so it was not clear. Xiao Shuai's hand touched the door handle, but he did not open the door.
The child's cries soon died down. Xiao Shuai lay back on the small bed and didn't go out to check.
It seemed that he would only scare the mother and son if he went out. It did not seem to be a bad thing to be quiet.
Xiao Shuai was right. Qin Meng trembled as she hugged the child in her arms.
She comforted him softly, but her eyes were fixed in the direction of the door. She heard He Hua Cheng's voice.
In the past, He Hua Cheng would hit her when he was woken up by Little He Zhi. She could only curl up.
She hugged the child and waited for the beating to come.
But today, he didn't.
Little He Zhi had already stopped crying. He grabbed her clothes with both hands and played with his little hands in her arms.
From the moment the sky outside brightened to the moment it brightened, there was no more movement from the next door.
Qin Meng carried the child and carefully moved to the wall. Her ear was pressed against the wall, and a familiar rumbling sound came from next door.
The breath she held in her throat fell back into her stomach.
That demon had fallen asleep.
"Mom, Mom, hungry, hungry."
The two-year-old He Zhi was not as noisy or talkative as other two-year-old children.
He could only say one or two simple words,
Most of the time, he was silent and did not speak. He only opened his eyes and looked at Qin Meng.
Xiao Shuai slept until ten o'clock. He had drunk too much last night.
Xiao Shuai sat up and felt a headache. His throat was dry and there was no water in the study.
He needed to go to the bathroom to wash up, so he could only go out.
Qin Meng had already prepared breakfast and warmed it in the pot. She and the child ate a little porridge.
The bowls that the mother and son had used were also washed clean and placed in the cupboard.
Xiao Shuai deliberately made some noise before he went out. Qin Meng, who was holding the child and folding the paper plane on the sofa, shook her hand and tore the paper plane.
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