Chapter 3

Steamed Bun sneaked out, while Rong Jing was taking a bath.

I heard that his mommy is here. He couldn't understand, what's good here, why didn't Mommy go to him here?

Jing said that this time he brought him to find Mommy.

He felt a little nervous. When he saw Mommy, what would he say?

What kind of child does Mommy like?

What if Mommy doesn't like him and doesn't want him?

There are so many troubles in his little head that he can't sit quietly in front of the computer.

So while Jing was taking a bath, he sneaked out.

Unexpectedly, he met his mommy!

He threw himself in front of Jiang Hao and wanted to hug her thigh, but subconsciously stopped, no, no, no, no hug, just in case Mummy thought he was a hooligan, it would be over.

He was a little flustered and wasn't ready yet, why did Mommy come.

Jiang Hao was confused by the behavior of the child in front of him, pressed the elevator door and asked, "How many floors are you going to?"

She had never brought a child, so she didn't know how to talk to the child, and her tone was probably a bit blunt.

Baozi raised his head, a pair of chubby hands grabbed the corners of his clothes, his eyes were dark and bright, but he seemed to be a little aggrieved.

Mommy doesn't seem to like him!

Mommy doesn't know him either!

Jiang Hao didn't know what the child wanted to do, but looking at him, it seemed that he was frightened by himself. She subconsciously took a half step aside and pressed down on her floor.

The elevator door closed, Baozi slowly moved to the corner of the wall, but the corner of his eye kept falling on Jiang Hao.

A pair of chubby hands were mixed together, he was so sad, Mummy really didn't know him.

When the elevator reached the twelfth floor, Jiang Hao walked out.

Steamed Bun has short legs, so he has to hurry to keep up with her footsteps. Jiang Li turned around the corridor, Baozi was still following behind, neither near nor far.

She went on, and he followed. She stopped and so did he.

Jiang Hao simply didn't leave, leaned against the wall and looked at him, but he didn't leave either. He followed her example and leaned against the wall.

It makes some sense.

Jiang Hao hooked his hand at him, "Come here."

Baozi looked left and right, determined to be calling himself, and walked over with his short legs awkwardly.

A child of four or five years old has not yet jumped out. Jiang Li squatted down and asked, "How old are you?"

Baozi opened his eyes, trying his best to look cute. He had heard people say that women like cute children.

"Five years old."

He speaks Chinese and speaks it very well. The great-grandmother said that the ancestors of the Rong family lived in China, and the descendants of the Rong family can forget everything, but not the origin.

He didn't know much, but he spoke Chinese very well.

"What is your name?"

His eyes were big and dark, and his face was like a bun, Jiang Hao couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch it.

Baozi was very nervous. Mommy asked him what his name was. He looked solemn: "Rong Ning, my great-grandmother called me Xiaojiu." In the Rong family, his great-grandmother liked him the most.

"Xiao Jiu." Jiang Hao wanted to call him Baozi.

Baozi swallowed his saliva before summoning up his courage, "Mummy can call me that too." His voice was low, his head was lowered, and he was a little shy.

Jiang Hao didn't hear the first two words clearly, but she didn't understand a bit. Are all children so shy now, they would be shy even if they couldn't move.

After all, she couldn't hold back and pinched his little face, "Then why are you following me?"

Soft skin, not too good to touch.