Chapter 100
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She placed the sleeping child on the sofa and quickly spread the bedsheets she had bought earlier. She had no choice but to make do with it for the night and wash it the next morning.
After she was done, she carried the child over again.
Unexpectedly, the moment the little guy touched the bed, his posture changed instantly.
His small body was straight, and his hands were placed on both sides of him. His breathing was even, and he could not be any more upright.
Heh.
This posture … Jiang Tingxu had seen many times.
Didn't Mo Boyuan sleep in this posture since he was young?
The corner of her mouth twitched as she watched. In the end, she covered her son with a small blanket, took a change of clothes, and prepared to wash up.
At this moment, Jiang Tingxu felt a sense of realization.
For the past two days, her thoughts were completely muddled, and she had been in a fog.
However, this feeling of realization was really good!
She had not felt it for many years. The corner of her mouth slowly curled up.
.....
The whole washing up did not take long, less than 15 minutes.
When she returned to the room, the child on the bed did not show any signs of movement. It was the same as before. It was completely unlike other children who would rotate 360 degrees in their sleep.
Jiang Tingxu smiled and shook her head, then turned off the lights and went to bed.
The sleeping little person seemed to have sensed something. She slowly leaned over and stuck close to him. Her mouth seemed to say something, but not quite.
"Mommy ~"
At this moment, Jiang Tingxu's heart softened. She gently kissed her son's forehead.
"Good night, baby."
.....
The next day.
As soon as the alarm rang, Jiang Tingxu opened her eyes. The child in her arms also moved, as if he was about to wake up.
She quickly patted the child's back as if to comfort him.
It was only six o 'clock. She could let the child sleep a little longer. After all, she did not have to go to school for the next few days.
After comforting the child, Jiang Tingxu got out of bed very softly.
Outside the door, Uncle Jin had already arrived, followed by several property security guards.
"Mr. Jin, aren't you going to ring the bell?"
Uncle Jin waved his hand.
"It's okay. Let them rest more."
The group of people had actually arrived half an hour ago, but Uncle Jin just stood there without any intention of ringing the bell.
Uncle Jin did not move, and the property security guards naturally did not dare to move either.
They did not expect such a big shot to come so early in the morning.
Tsk!
What kind of person was living in that house?
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