The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 373 I will feel bad if I burn you

Jiang Shuo's powerful words were like a sharp blade that pierced Mu Xiaoji's heart, making him feel ashamed in an instant.

On the other side, after Rong Shishan and the security guard completed the task neatly, Rong Shishan raised his hand and made a gesture to walk out.

The two security guards understood what he meant and were very tactful. They tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door considerately. The sound of the door closing was so quiet that it was almost inaudible.

Rong Shishan walked briskly towards Mu Xiaoji, only to see that his left hand was clenched into a fist and pressed against his forehead. His face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were closed, and his whole body was trembling slightly as he was trying to suppress the violent coughing he had just done.

Rong Shishan felt distressed and hurriedly asked in a concerned voice: "Xiaoji, how do you feel? Are you okay?"

Mu Xiaoji slowly raised his head and looked at Chou Bao, his eyes full of gratitude, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you Jiang Shuo, I'm much better now."

Chou Bao looked calm, and slowly and silently finished his work. Then he said in a bad tone: "I'm just fulfilling little daddy's promise. Don't get me wrong, you've hurt little daddy before, and it's not easy for me to forgive you." After saying that, Chou Bao turned around and pretended to leave.

Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji subconsciously held Chou Bao's hand tightly, which had just been holding his wrist and using his internal energy to heal him.

At that moment, an indescribable reluctance welled up in my heart, as if I had lost countless treasures in those muddled days of the past.

Chou Bao sensed the force in his hand and turned his head sharply, his face full of anger, and he said with a frown, "Let go."

Mu Xiaoji finally came to his senses, looking embarrassed, and stammered, "Oh, sorry, sorry."

Choubao shook off his big hand, strode to the door angrily, opened the door, slammed it with a bang, and disappeared outside the bedroom.

Rong Shishan walked forward, patted Mu Xiaoji on the shoulder, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Don't take it to heart. In time, we will all live under the same roof. Sooner or later, Choubao will understand you."

As he spoke, Rong Shishan smiled, and continued, "Back then, in that car accident, your father urgently needed a blood transfusion to save his life.

By chance, I met you through head nurse Ma. I was extremely anxious at the time and begged you repeatedly before you reluctantly nodded and agreed to help.

I remember the first time I saw you, I thought you looked very much like your father when he was young, and I mentioned it to your father.

Who would have thought that as soon as he saw you in the hospital, he was immediately convinced that you looked very much like your mother, and he immediately began to investigate your background.

After checking, we found out that you two are a family. Since then, your father has been very persistent. He racked his brains and tried every possible way to find you, his long-lost son.

Humph, who would have thought that you are even more difficult to deal with than that stubborn donkey and refuse to give in.

Look at the current Choubao, he is exactly the same as you were back then. So, don't be anxious, take your time. Good things come to those who wait... "

After Rong Shishan finished speaking, he patted Mu Xiaoji's shoulder heavily again, then turned around, walked towards the door with steady steps, and gradually disappeared behind the bedroom door.

Mu Xiaoji sat on the sofa for a long time before he came to his senses, reached out to take the cane beside him, and slowly stood up.

He dragged his slightly heavy steps and walked closer to Jiang Chengyu step by step, his eyes falling on the portrait that was hung back on the wall.

Mu Xiaoji stared at the portrait, his eyes reddened, his thoughts drifting away. The happy and sweet times they had together in the past were gone!

Now he felt nothing but regret. He climbed onto the big bed with his heavy body on his back, and held the sleeping little monster tightly in his arms, as if he was holding the last warmth of the past years.

The next second, the emotions that had been suppressed for so long completely burst out. He could no longer hold back and began to sob, with tears flowing freely.

"Nothing can go back! Nothing can go back! Little Monster, what should I do? What should I do?" The crying voice was full of regret, helplessness and confusion, and it echoed in the empty bedroom for a long time.

In the spacious and bright restaurant, the crystal chandelier casts warm yellow light, illuminating the table full of exquisite dishes.

Mu Huiying's face was full of enthusiasm. She shuttled among the crowd and greeted them with a smile: "I'm really sorry, we don't have any ingredients at home, and Jiani ordered meals for everyone in the hotel. I'm sorry for the poor hospitality, and I hope you will bear with me!" As she spoke, she was busy pouring tea and water for everyone.

Rong Shishan sat at the dining table, his posture straight, with a smile as warm as the spring breeze on his face, and responded: "Xiaoji's mother, you are too polite, this is good. You should also eat it while it is hot, and don't just entertain us."

Luo Jinxi sat next to Choubao, her eyes never leaving Choubao. She was so adored by his adorable look.

She picked up the chopsticks, carefully selected a piece of tempting sweet and sour fish, and gently put it into Choubao's bowl. Her voice was so gentle that water could drip out of it: "Choubao, try this, it's delicious! Sister will take you to the amusement park some other day, okay?"

Choubao raised his head, his big eyes sparkling, and he responded politely and obediently: "Thank you, beautiful sister." The voice was clear and pleasant, like the lively singing of birds in the mountains.

At this time, Cui Jiani put down her chopsticks, looked at Rong Shishan, and asked with concern: "Why didn't Xiaoji come down to eat? Is he feeling unwell?"

Rong Shishan seemed to be used to this. He sighed slightly, with a look of helplessness and distress: "I'm afraid he has no appetite today, so let him have a good rest."

After hearing this, Cui Jiani shook her head helplessly. She continued to eat while muttering, "Alas, this person, if he doesn't have a healthy body, it's really a headache. Xiaoji's body is so distressing."

Rong Shishan listened silently, put down his bowl and chopsticks, straightened his body, and said sincerely: "Xiaoji's mother, we have been bothering you here for a long time. The helicopter is still waiting on the helipad. It's time for us to go back. If you need anything later, please feel free to call us."

When Luo Jinxi heard this, he quickly stood up, with a bright smile on his face, and took the initiative to say: "Assistant Rong, I'm just about to go back to the bureau. I'll go and see you off on the way!"

Rong Shishan was slightly stunned, then politely declined: "Is it convenient? I'm really sorry, if it's too much trouble, we can take a taxi there."

Luo Jinxi's warm smile became more friendly: "No trouble, I patrol this area every day, it's convenient for me."

Seeing her enthusiasm, Rong Shishan stopped refusing and said with a smile, "Thank you so much for troubling you."

At this time, Chou Bao, who had been eating quietly, heard that they were leaving and hurriedly shouted, "Grandpa Rong, have a safe journey. When we get back, please take good care of my grandpa!"

Rong Shishan turned around, walked to Chou Bao, leaned down, gently touched his head, and asked with a smile: "Chou Bao, do you know what your grandfather is most worried about?"

Choubao raised his head, his eyes full of confusion, and shook his head obediently.

Rong Shishan stood up, his eyes full of love and expectation, and he said slowly: "The one your grandfather is most worried about is actually your father. Choubao, can you put aside the previous unhappiness and take good care of your father for your grandfather?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up thousands of waves in Choubao's heart. He instantly fell into extreme contradiction and struggle, his little head hung low, his heart was like a tangled mess, and he was extremely entangled.

Seeing Choubao's look, Luo Jinxi's heart also tightened. She hurriedly smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Choubao, I'm leaving first. Bye. I'll pick you up to go to the amusement park some other day."

However, at this moment, Chou Bao's mind was completely occupied by Rong Shishan's words. His depressed mood seemed to be frozen at the dinner table. He was in a daze, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

After seeing off Luo Jinxi and Rong Shishan, Cui Jiani and Mu Huiying walked back to the restaurant.

The warm yellow lights were still on, and the dishes on the table were still emitting wisps of steam, but the atmosphere in the restaurant was a little dull.

I saw the small figure of Choubao sitting alone at the table, with his head lowered, shoulders slightly slumped, and a depressed atmosphere lingering around him.

Cui Jiani was full of concern. She walked briskly to Chou Bao's side and sat on the chair beside him. Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze: "Chou Bao, Grandpa Rong and the others are gone. Are you unhappy? Are you reluctant to leave them?"

However, Choubao seemed to be immersed in his own world and turned a deaf ear to Cui Jiani's questions.

After a while, Choubao raised his hand and took a new set of bowls and chopsticks, and his eyes wandered carefully among the delicious dishes on the table.

He seemed to be conducting a rigorous screening, selecting carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes his eyes brightening, and finally he carefully put together a few dishes.

Then, he carefully picked out some rice from the lunch box, his movements meticulous and focused. When everything was ready, he slid down the chair, holding the bowl steadily in both hands, and walked towards the kitchen in small steps.

Cui Jiani sat beside him, looking at Chou Bao's back, her face full of confusion, and she couldn't help muttering: "What is this kid going to do? Is he going to leave food for Xiao Ji?"

Mu Huiying was also full of curiosity, so she quickly followed behind Chou Bao and asked softly, "Chou Bao, what are you doing?"

Choubao kept walking, with a serious look on his young face. He said as he walked, "Grandma Mu, go eat your meal. I'm preparing liquid food for little daddy. He didn't eat anything on the plane, so he must be starving now."

When Mu Huiying heard this, she felt mixed emotions: "Stinky baby, let grandma do it. You are still young and you can't do these things. Be careful not to burn yourself, let grandma do it."

But Choubao shook his head stubbornly, saying firmly: "Grandma, don't worry! When I was with little daddy before, I did it myself.

Don't underestimate me. I made delivering a little white rabbit as easy as taking something out of a bag!"

At this moment, Dean Guo, wearing loose pajamas, walked slowly into the restaurant and asked, "Have Lao Rong and the others left?"

Cui Jiani came to her senses upon hearing this, nodded hurriedly, and said enthusiastically, "President Guo, there are lunch boxes here, please eat something while it's hot."

Looking at the kitchen, Mu Huiying was standing aside, watching Choubao's every move.

I saw Choubao skillfully pouring the selected food into the blender, adding an appropriate amount of warm water, and then pressing the switch accurately.

The blender hummed, and soon the fine liquid food was ready. He found a clean bowl and carefully poured the liquid food into it, doing it in one go. He looked so skilled that he didn't look like a child at all.

Mu Huiying watched and could not help but secretly marvel. After preparing the liquid food, Choubao held the bowl steadily with both hands and turned around to go upstairs.

Seeing this, Cui Jiani hurried forward, stretched out her hand and said, "Choubao, let me help you hold it. This bowl is too hot. Don't hurt you."

Chou Bao took a step back and shook his head gently, his tone full of unquestionable insistence: "No need, pretty sister, I can do it myself. You have delicate skin and tender flesh, I would feel bad if I burned you."

When Cui Jiani heard Chou Bao's words, her heart melted and her face was filled with a complicated expression that was hard to describe.