Chapter 262: Don’t Blame Mom

The two women stood in the corridor and kept mumbling, neither of them saw Yuan Yuan walking a few meters away.

As if he understood that they were talking bad about him, the little guy suddenly let go of his hands, sat on the ground and cried "Wow..." loudly.

"Mom..." Yuan Yuan stretched out a pair of small hands, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and cried very sadly. After a while, her little face turned red.

He rolled around on the ground, then lay on his stomach and began to crawl forward vigorously.

A pair of watery eyes have been staring at a room at the end of the corridor. That is my mother's room. Where is my mother.

"Mom..." Yuan Yuan crawled forward vigorously and cried for her mother.

The small body lying on the ground looked pitiful.

Meng Lin and Wang Lan stopped gossiping and hurried forward. Picked up the child.

"Be good... Yuanyuan, stop crying. Can you take Yuanyuan to find something to eat?" Meng Lin patted the child's back gently. Seeing the child suddenly crying so sadly, I became nervous and anxious, fearing that the child would stumble somewhere.

Wang Lan went downstairs to get milk. But I was extremely unhappy in my heart. This damn kid, I never saw him cry, but they cried so loudly after only taking him for a while.

It was simply against her.

He Xiyan had just come out of the bathroom when she seemed to hear the child's cry.

She opened the door.

After taking a look, she found Yuan Yuan in the corridor, being held by Meng Lin, crying heartbrokenly.

"What's wrong?" He Xiyan walked over anxiously, stretched out her hand and gently touched the child's head. Her heart felt like it had been scratched by a knife, and it suddenly hurt.

Because her baby is very well-behaved and rarely cries once a day.

"I don't know either." Meng Lin looked innocent, "Wang Lan and I just took Yuanyuan, and Yuanyuan walked a few steps holding on to the wall without falling or anything, and suddenly she started crying."

"Mom..." When Yuan Yuan saw her mother coming, she pouted her little mouth aggrievedly, as if she had been greatly wronged.

He Xiyan carefully wiped the tears from the child's face and carefully inspected Yuan Yuan's hands and head. After confirming that no injuries were caused, he said:

"Take Yuanyuan to the bedroom. Go to the kitchen to make a bowl of millet porridge, and get some diapers."

When he arrived in the bedroom, Yuan Yuan finally stopped crying. He sat on the sofa, his little mouth pouted, and his small hands kept patting the sofa, as if he was venting his inner emotions.

He Xiyan went to fetch a basin of water. She gently wiped the child's face with a wrung-out towel, and then washed the child's hands.

It has been more than nine months since Yuan Yuan, and he is becoming more and more sensible.

Sometimes he even seems to understand what adults are saying.

"Mom..." Yuan Yuan got into He Xiyan's arms and called her mother in a sweet voice, her little face kept taking advantage of He Xiyan's chest.

It's like trying desperately to get the warmth from my mother.

He Xiyan lowered her head and kissed the child on the forehead, moved her body and let the child sleep on her lap.

She pursed her lips, showing a wry smile, and gently stroked the child's shiny little face with her hand.

She is not a competent mother. Since she became pregnant with the baby, she has not spent much time taking care of Yuanyuan. She has not even held the baby for a long time because the baby is too heavy and is still pregnant. She didn't dare to hug him.

"Yuanyuan, don't you blame your mother for not taking good care of you?" He Xiyan lowered her head and looked at Yuanyuan with a smile on her face.