Chu Jiaxuan reached out and patted the little guy on the back and comforted him: "I don't cry. My mother is here..."

But after the little guy was hugged by her, the body writhed even more fiercely, and even cried a lot.

"Woo I don't want you to hold me. You are a bad man. Please put me down, Lin qinger, Dad... " The little fellow glared at his legs and stretched his hand in the direction of Pei nanjue.

The little guy's crying is no doubt like a sharp blade, which stings Chu Jiaxuan's heart.

"Spin, you..." When Pei nanjue's face was cold, he reached out and wanted to hold Chu Jiaxuan's little fellow in his arms for a meal, but lin'er was a step faster than him.

"Anan, Xuanxuan is just a child. What are you angry with him? What Chu Dong did was a great blow to him, so he was so afraid of her. " Lin qinger held the little guy in his arms and patted him on the back.

Listening to Lin qinger's words, Chu Jiaxuan's red lips pursed into a straight line, bitter and astringent, spreading in the bottom of her heart.

What does she mean? Clearly know that the little guy is afraid of her, but she is again and again in front of the spin said her previous things.

"Spin, come here at once." Pei nanjue's face was cold, and his eyes looked hard at the little guy.

But the little guy looked at him wrongly, then turned his head, and his hands were tightly holding Lin qinger's neck, as if it was his life-saving straw.

"Woo I don't want mom, she's a bad person... " The little guy was lying on Lin qinger's neck and crying.

Lin qinger listens to his words and gives Chu Jiaxuan a provocative look.

Chu Jiaxuan clenched her fist and then put her eyes on Pei nanjue: "Pei nanjue, forget it. Don't force him. Today is her birthday. I don't want him to cry. I made him birthday noodles. You can feed him later. Since he doesn't want to see me, I'll go to the room first. You can have a good birthday with him. Don't be angry."

Pei nanjue listened to her words and frowned: "you are her mother. Don't you celebrate your birthday with him?"

"Yes, but he will not be happy when he sees me. It doesn't matter. There is a long way to go. I believe he will accept me one day."

In order not to make him afraid, she had to leave temporarily.

"Chu Jiaxuan, you are not wrong about this, you don't have to..."

"It goes without saying, Baron Pei, you can accompany him on his birthday. I'm fine."

Chu Jiaxuan interrupted Pei nanjue's words before she finished. She knew that Pei nanjue wanted the little guy to call her mother, but this matter was too urgent. What's more, it left such a serious shadow in the little guy's heart that it took time to digest.

Pei nanjue looked at Chu Jiaxuan, who was stubborn. He had to give up and put a kiss on her forehead: "don't worry, Chu Jiaxuan, he will get better."

Chu Jiaxuan nods and then goes upstairs. When she reaches the stairwell, Chu Jiaxuan looks at the bustling atmosphere in the hall and at her lonely self. Her nose is sour.

After Chu Jiaxuan went upstairs, Xixi followed her: "peace, don't worry about him. He is still young..."

"How can I take these things to heart? You don't have to worry about me. You can go down and have a birthday with him. I'm in the first room. "

"Peace, I know you're sad. I'll be with you."

Anyway, the little guy had so many people with her, and she was only one. He didn't want chu Jiaxuan to hide in the room alone and cry.

"No, go with him. I'm a little tired and want to have a rest."