Rong Yue sat on the dining table and ate breakfast. He liked to eat meat buns and didn't like to drink porridge. The meat buns stacked with a plate were placed in front of Rong Zu. He couldn't reach them and had to give up and chew fried dough sticks in depression.

Joey Yung knew that his son liked to eat meat buns, and at the same time, he had a bad personality and would not take the initiative to pick up the food he had placed in front of him.

He picked up a meat bag in a flattering manner and put it in front of his son. After considering it for a long time, Joey Yung asked very carefully: "Do you don't like your sister very much?"

Everyone in the family couldn't put down Rong Hui and rushed to hug her. But after reaching her son Rong Yue, she hugged her for less than ten minutes and shouted that she would return it to the aunt.

Rong Yue rolled his eyes and felt that his father was very naive to ask such a question, and it was the second time he asked him.

He didn't make a sound, and used chopsticks to hold the meat bun in front of him while eating it while thinking about the problem. The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, and completely abandoned his father's problem.

This made Joey Yung, who had been waiting for her son's answer, feel very sad. Seeing her son frowning and thinking and confusion, she must have disliked her baby daughter without making a sound.

Rong Yue was thinking about why his sister cried just now. He was smart since childhood, with an IQ of up to 180, and he could read anything once and never forget it. He bought a lot of parenting books at the airport, and at night he would read them one by one. In just three or four days, he read all the 9 or 10 parenting books he bought. Although he was not a parenting expert, he understood the hearts of little babies with the knowledge in the book.

Just now, he heard from the confinement nanny that she wanted to take her sister to drink milk, saying that she was hungry. However, Rong Yue was not thinking so, and the baby in his arms was obviously not as hungry.

If the baby is really hungry, anyone would cry if he hugged her. Besides, the person holding her has never met her brother who has met several times. Logically speaking, she would cry when she hugged her. But when she came to his hands, her sister not only did not cry, but instead laughed. But when she got to Cheng Ping, she cried again.

This made Rong Yue feel that his sister doesn’t like confinement nanny?

Is she expressing her dislike or dissatisfaction with crying?

When Rong Yue was thinking about problems, unlike adults, he thought according to the rules and regulations. He observed problems based on the nature of things. Even if his sister was a baby less than ten days old, he still felt that his sister was not like other babies. On the contrary, she was very spiritual and could express her own ideas based on the crying. Maybe she would be a genius in the future.

When he thought of this, Rong Yue swallowed the bun in a few bites and walked towards the master bedroom upstairs.

Leaning against the door, Rong Yue heard the conversation between Cheng Ping and his mother.

"My little Ronghui doesn't seem to be very hungry and doesn't eat too much."

"Madam, Xiao Ronghui stopped crying when she got into your arms. Maybe she missed you."

"Is that so, it's really my mother's heart."

I wanted to walk in, but it was not good to think about it. Just when Rong Yue was struggling, Ye Qingci saw the figure hiding at the door.

"Xiao Yue, come in quickly."

Rong Yue walked in slowly. Ye Qingci grabbed his hand and looked at his facial features carefully, guessing whether he could lose weight than he did.

"Are you still used to staying abroad?"

"fine."

"How is the game?"

"fine."

"Mom thinks you seem to have lost weight."

"Um."

Rong Hui was speechless after listening to her mother and her brother's conversation. What's going on with this mother and son? Will she chat? Although she was an orphan in her previous life and had never been loved and cared for by her parents, she may not know that she had never eaten pork. The relationship between mother and son is not like this when her mother and her brother are not like this. Besides, her brother Rong Yue is underage.

Didn’t it mean that underage boys are more attached to their mothers? She has seen boys of her age like her brother have a good relationship with their mothers, and they can whisper and talk about their classmates in school. They are not adult boys, but after they have made girlfriends, they gradually have private space.

Rong Yue and Ye Qingci felt unfamiliar, as if one could not be a mother and the other could not be a child. Alas.

Rong Hui, who was still a little baby, looked at this and saw which one. She sensitively found that her mother seemed to stop talking. Although her brother had a thin expression, her tightly closed mouth showed her inner emotions.

The two seemed to want to enhance their relationship, but they said something but didn't know what to say.

For a moment, the air was filled with a smell of embarrassment.

Rong Hui suddenly remembered the car accident described in the book. When a large truck came towards him, Ye Qingci grabbed his daughter Rong Hui with one hand and his son Rong Yue with the other. She obviously wanted to protect both of her children, but she was really unable to reach the point. Even when Ye Qingci knew about this situation, he instinctively protected his daughter Rong Hui and his son Rong Yue with his body at the same time. In her heart, her son and daughter were the same, and the palms and backs of her hands were flesh, and she could not lose any of them.

Rong Yue was the same. His first reaction was to use his body to protect his mother and sister.

It is obvious that the mother and son both love each other deeply, but when they get along, they are so embarrassed. Every time they chat, they talk a few words, but they don’t know how to say it.

Ye Qingci originally wanted to chat with his son well, but every time he chatted, it was like this, and it was neither yin nor yang.

Gradually, she didn't know how to chat with her son. Rong Yue's personality has been introverted since childhood, and she doesn't like to talk. If she asks and answers, she won't speak actively without asking. Ye Qingci attributed Rong Yue's introverted personality to the fact that the couple did not keep him by their side when they were young, and missed the best parent-child training time, which led to a weak relationship between their mother and son.

A few simple home-related questions like today made Ye Qingci feel frustrated from the inside. She wanted Rong Yue to chatter and chatter to other children. Even if she said a few more words and asked a few more questions, Ye Qingci could experience the feeling of being a mother. But Rong Yue always answered perfunctorily.

Perhaps it is because Rong Yue has been smart since childhood and learns from others. Unlike other children who need help and guidance from their parents when doing anything. But Rong Yue has hardly ever worried them since childhood, and does everything in an orderly manner. He is a rare child who is not worried about. But the more this happens, the more lonely and frustrated Ye Qingci feels. She and her husband Rong Zu almost cannot feel the joy of being parents.

As time goes by, Ye Qingci and Rong Zu feel more and more obvious. Whenever they see other children talking to their parents, the family of three are on a happy outing together, while their children are always taciturn and silent, without saying a word, and feel as uncomfortable as if they are stabbed by needles.

Later, the opening of the second child suddenly made Ye Qingci and Rong Zu have an idea, which was to have another one and keep it by your side since childhood to experience the joy of being a parent.

"Mom, can I hold my sister?"

Looking back on the past, Ye Qingci hurriedly handed Rong Hui in his arms to his son Rong Yue.

Rong Yue hugged his sister, and his movements looked a little skillful. Rong Hui, who was lying in his arms, felt her brother's gentle movements, which made her feel very comfortable.

It's rare that I am still a child, but I am so skillful in holding a baby, and I'm not unfamiliar at all.

When he walked to her crib, Rong Yue stretched his head and looked at the master bedroom. He found that his mother and Cheng Ping were chatting, and then he looked at Rong Hui, his sister in his arms, and his tone was as mature as a little adult: "Now we are the two of us, tell my brother, do you don't like the confinement nanny aunt?"

Rong Hui, who was still a little baby, immediately widened her eyes and couldn't help but look at her brother Rong Yue with admiration, curious how he knew that she didn't like this confinement aunt?

The book describes the male protagonist as a genius, with an IQ of 180, and he can learn from it inferences from anything he does. Rong Hui remembers that she was very sneering at that time, thinking that the novel was a novel, which was somewhat exaggerated.

But when Rong Yue asked her this, she suddenly felt that her brother Rong Yue was really a genius, very smart, and could observe things that others could not observe.

At home, everyone thinks she likes the confinement nanny, Cheng Ping, but it is not. If any family member hugged her, she would smile at them, but when Cheng Ping hugged her, she would not laugh.

But at the same time, Rong Hui was very sad. She was still a baby and could not say that she could not move and could not do anything.

Rong Yue stared at his sister's eyes and suddenly laughed. He was originally handsome and smiled completely, and when he smiled, he completely exuded his temperament, like the spring breeze in March, warm and pleasant.

This smile made Rong Hui, who was a little baby, drool shamefully.

Male man!

"Look at my stupid brother, I forgot that you are a little baby and can't express anything."

"But my brother thinks you don't like this confinement auntie. I'll think of a solution for you. Let's drive her out together."

Rong Hui suddenly squinted her eyes and smiled.
Chapter completed!