In the past, Zhong Yuhong would never step forward.
She was afraid to see strangeness and dodge in the eyes of that child, that was Ah Yu's blood-her grandson!
This kind of obvious avoidance makes her inevitably shrink whenever she wants to get closer. Naturally, the relationship between Zan Zan and Zan Zan has gradually become estranged.
In addition, Shen Hun often took him out, and Zhong Yuhong just wanted to find a chance for the grandson and grandson to get along alone.
How about cultivating feelings
This kid has never kissed her from the bottom of his heart!
Thinking of this, Zhong Yuhong became angry from her heart, and her dissatisfaction with Shen Hou reached its extreme.
Zan Zan is her grandson, with the blood of Song's blood on her body. Why can she only look at her from a distance, letting him be held in the palm of her hand by an outsider as a superior tool
Even if that person is the child's biological mother, then her surname is Shen, not Song!
"Didi!" Qingqing also saw the praise, and was immediately excited, dancing and dancing in Zhong Yuhong's arms.
"Do you want to play with your brother?"
"Thinking~" The milk sounded milky, sweet and sweet.
"Okay, let's go find brother—"
Zhong Yuhong stood in front of the little guy and blocked his way.
Zan Zan had his head down halfway, his eyelids drooping, he stopped his footsteps suddenly, and slowly raised his eyes.
The eyes are facing each other, one is old and the other is young.
Zhong Yuhong was in a daze for a while. For the first time, she was very clearly aware that Zan Zan was nothing like Ah Yu.
From the outline of the face to the facial features, there is no trace of Song Yu on this child.
But what is shocking is that he is not like Shen Hun!
Inheritance is an incomparably wonderful thing. When it shapes a complete individual, it also marks him with blood.
It is normal for a child not to look like a father or mother.
But if it’s neither like father nor mother, then...
Who should I be like
This question entangled in Zhong Yuhong's mind like a devil.
Yeah, who should I be like
It’s not impossible to inherit from generation to generation, but...
Like her
not at all.
Song Kaifeng
Never.
Or Shen Hou's parents
Zhong Yuhong didn't know.
Zan Zan looked at the old lady in front of her, thought about it, and decided to go around.
The little guy seemed to be anxious, and even the sister's eagerly anticipated eyes didn't have time to respond, so he hurriedly wanted to start again.
Zhong Yuhong naturally not allowed.
Zan Zan's behavior seemed to her to be unwilling to contact her, and even gave her the illusion of avoiding snakes and scorpions.
But... is it really just an illusion
The little guy has never yelled a serious "grandma" since he moved in to the present, and now it's so uncomfortable to stay with her for an extra second.
Zhong Yuhong was heartbroken.
It's all to blame for Shen Hou for leading him crooked!
Fortunately, the child is young, and there is still the possibility of correction.
The old lady raised a smile, put Qingqing down, squatted in front of Zanzan, and whispered softly: "Good boy, look at you sweaty..."
With that, he took out the handkerchief to wipe it for him.
Zan Zan bounced back like an electric shock. Because of his small body and too much force, he almost got unstable and staggered and fell.
In this way, his evasive attitude is more obvious-he is not even afraid of wrestling, and he has to refuse Zhong Yuhong's touch.
The old lady showed pain in her eyes, and under her pain was the resentment and hatred of Shen Hun.
How good is a child being taught by her? !
She took a deep breath and kept smiling: "Don't be afraid of praise, grandma just wants to wipe the sweat for you, not malicious, come on, come closer..."
Zhong Yuhong stretched out her hand, smiling kindly, and her old and refined eyes were full of tolerance for future generations.
He didn't take Zan Zan's rudeness to heart, let alone blame it.
It is a pity that her "faithful temptation" did not exchange the trust of the little guy.
Zan Zan glanced at the hand stretched towards him, as if he understood Zhong Yuhong's meaning, but still shook his head firmly, and his eyes were never let go.
While the old lady felt weak, the anger that was surging in her heart finally couldn't be suppressed.
"I am grandma, your father is my only child, now he is gone, leaving you to me, I am your closest person in this world, but why don't you even let me touch it?"
"Did your mother tell you something? How did she teach you? Not letting you talk? Not letting you talk to us, right?"
Zhong Yuhong's gaffe not only scared the two children, but even the sister-in-law Yang, who was watching quietly not far away, was also dumbfounded and did not react for a long time.
"You said, why can't you touch it?" She looked at praise and asked in a harsh tone, but her eyes were tearful, accumulating sadness and sorrow.
What can you say
He could only close his mouth tightly and stared at Zhong Yuhong with a more defensive look.
Those eyes were not as innocent and simple as the old people, but they were still clear and transparent, but the pupils were deep black, as if the entire sky of night was placed, boundless.
So beautiful and so mysterious, but without the slightest emotion.
It seemed to him that the grieving old lady in front of him was nothing but a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
Zhong Yuhong almost collapsed, and she even wondered what Shen Hou did to praise, that would make a child under three years old become such a cold-blooded monster.