Chapter 1277: Great Attitude 7

After listening to Feng Qingxue's words, Zheng Huihui wiped the sweat from her forehead, picked up the bucket she and Zhou Zhou brought in, poured the water in it into the water tank, and said: "It's okay, we have nothing to do anyway. Just think of it as exercise, don’t you think, Zhou Zhou?”

Zhou Zhou nodded silently, his eyes drifting to Zhuang Zhuang involuntarily.

"Do you want to hug him?" Feng Qingxue said suddenly. She felt that Zhou Zhou was much more interesting than Zheng Huihui.

After nearly two months of contact, she discovered something interesting about Zhou Zhou. It was really interesting, but she didn't know if others had discovered it.

Zhou Zhou was so shocked by Feng Qingxue's words that he almost jumped up and waved his hands desperately, "No, no, no, I'm afraid I'll throw him."

"No, Zhuang Zhuang is very light. It only weighs about twenty kilograms, which is much lighter than the bucket of water you are carrying." Feng Qingxue put Zhuang Zhuang into Zhou Zhou's arms and taught her how to hold Zhuang Zhuang to make her happy. Zhuang feels comfortable.

Zhou Zhou hugged Zhuangzhuang and didn't dare to move, "He's so beautiful!"

Zhou Zhou couldn't help but sigh, "He is the most beautiful child I have ever seen, bar none."

Hearing such kind words, Zhuang Zhuang narrowed his eyes and put his chin on her shoulder. Such a move made Zhou Zhou stiffen in fright. He looked at Feng Qingxue, "Is he angry?"

Did she say something wrong? Shouldn't I say beautiful?

Yes, it must be.

The little boy shouldn't be called beautiful, but Zhuangzhuang was really beautiful in her eyes, with picturesque features and even more exquisite features than the white jade doll her grandmother left her. She wished she could hold him in her hands forever.

"No!" Feng Qingxue glanced at her youngest son and denied Zhou Zhou's words, "He wants to sleep."

As if to show that his mother was not lying, Zhuang Zhuang yawned and rubbed his eyes with his little hands.

Zhou Zhou heard his yawn, "Then I'll give him back to you!"

Feng Qingxue laughed and reached out to hug her little son back.

Zhuangzhuang reached her arms, held her clothes with his little hands, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Zheng Huihui looked at Zhou Zhou with some envy. She often came to the Lu family to help with work. Feng Qingxue had given her food, cloth, daily necessities and other things as a thank you. She had never given her child to Zhou Zhou for a hug like today.

Everyone knows that Feng Qingxue attaches great importance to her youngest son. Some people say that Feng Qingxue trusts whoever she lets hold Zhuangzhuang.

Such a sentence is enough to illustrate the importance of Zhuangzhuang in Feng Qingxue's mind.

Although she envied Zhou Zhou very much, Zheng Huihui did not step forward.

Seeing that Zhuang Zhuang was sleeping, Zhou Zhou turned around and took her hand, saying to Feng Qingxue: "Comrade Qingxue, let's go back first. I'll see you and Zhuang Zhuang next time when we are free."

As usual, the two of them were walking back to the educated youth point when they met Guan Cheng who was returning from medical practice and nodded to each other.

When we met at the Lu family, we were limited to saying hello.

After hearing that Guancheng and Guanyu were orphans adopted by the Lu family, and that Lu Tianzhi was Lu Jiang's nephew, Zheng Huihui's attitude towards them had always been neither salty nor cold, far inferior to her enthusiasm for the five children of the Lu family.

Her idea is simple, those who are helpful to her deserve more contact with her, otherwise it is a waste of time.

Under Zheng Huihui's attitude, Zhou Zhou smiled sheepishly.

Guancheng didn't take this matter to heart. He was in a hurry to go home because he promised Xibao to take him to catch the cicada turtle at night.