Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

The good mood early in the morning was destroyed by uninvited guests, and Zhao Youlin went home directly with Lele. Net om

"Mom." As soon as she got home and put down her things, Lele grabbed Zhao Youlin's sleeves.

Zhao Yulin was sorting her things, and when Lele shouted that she thought something had happened, she turned her head to look at him and asked, "Lele, what's wrong?"

Lele didn't speak, but pointed at Zhao Youlin's arm with a sad face.

Zhao Yulin looked in the direction he was pointing, only to find that the red marks that had just been caught by the bodyguards had turned into patches of bruises during the time he came back.

"Mom does it hurt?" Leleba held Zhao Youlin's hand, tears flickering in his eyes, as if the injury actually fell on him compared to Zhao Youlin's body.

Zhao Yulin was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lele's caring and distressed appearance, her heart suddenly softened. People say that "female" children are the intimate little padded jackets of their parents, but in fact boys and "female" children are the same.

At this moment, Zhao Yulin is extremely grateful to God for giving her the opportunity to be born again, allowing her to meet this distressed little baby.

In just such a short time, the tears rolling in Lele's eyes have dripped onto Zhao Youlin's hands, pulling back Zhao Youlin's sanity.

Zhao Yulin squatted down in a hurry, reached out her hand to wipe Lele's tears and said, "LeLe, don't cry, listen to my mother. om"

Lele choked for a while, although the tears that rolled down stopped, they were still stored in the eye sockets, and said incomparably wronged: "Mom... hurts..."

"Mom doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Lele, listen to her mother, Lele is a boy, a little man, can't just cry casually, don't you know?" Zhao Yulin gently instilled reason at Lele, although she He likes Lele's well-behaved, but he doesn't want his son to be born weak and be bullied by others just like his original mother.

Although Lele didn't quite understand what Zhao Yulin was saying, she still swallowed her tears back.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly raised her head and said to Zhao Youlin with a firm face: "Lele doesn't cry, Lele is to be a man and protect her mother in the future."

A child’s world is always very simple. When she saw Zhao Yulin’s beating before, Lele only felt indescribably happy and proud.

But after seeing the bruise on Zhao Yulin's hands, the joy and pride in the child's heart disappeared all at once, leaving only the sadness and regret for the mother's injury.

Zhao Yulin was stunned again, never expecting a three-year-old child would say something like this. After a short astonishment, it was full of gratification and surprise.

"Okay, mom waits for Lele to grow up to the day when she can protect her mother." Zhao Yulin held Lele's face and kissed him tenderly.

Lele was still thinking about the bruise on Zhao Youlin's hand, holding Zhao Yulin's hand, and said pitifully: "Mom, it hurts."

Zhao Yulin smiled and stretched out her hand in front of Lele and said, "It won't hurt if Lele helps her mother blow."

Lele's eyes lit up slightly, pouting her small mouth, and started blowing towards the bruise on Zhao Yulin's hand, trying to make the pain in her mother dissipate quickly.

"Okay, mother clean up, go and make food for Lele." Zhao Youlin blew on him for a while, and ‘kneaded’ his little head and got up and continued to pack things.

After such a small ‘interlude’, the mother and son’s mood of being broken because of the arrival of the uninvited guest finally recovered slightly, but Zhao’s house on the other side was not so lucky.