In fact, Zhang Yanming himself would run to the toilet every time when he was nervous. Many people have this phenomenon. This is a normal physiological reaction when people are nervous or afraid.

It means that blood circulation is accelerated.

He helped Sister Zhou get up, put on her shoes, took a tissue, and helped her walk to the bathroom door. After just ten steps, Sister Zhou was sweating on her head.

It should be because of my mental pressure, and then I looked at the blood again, which was considered as a superposition of damage.

"You help me in, I can't leave."

OK, there is no one in the room anyway, and no outsiders come here to go to the toilet. Zhang Yanming carried Sister Zhou in and helped her stand firm in the pit.

"Stand firmly and hold on, I'll go out and wait for you at the door."

"Don't, I'll fall down as soon as you let go. I'll pee... I have to help me relieve it. My hands are boring."

"...Sister, my dear sister, do you feel it's appropriate? I'll call a nurse."

"I don't know you again. I can't hold it in a hurry. I can be your mother any more than a few years older. I don't even bother you, you still have a handful of them?"

This is the reason, but now I look like I am in my twenties...

Zhang Yanming had no choice but to stretch his left arm for Sister Zhou to hold her and stand firmly. He helped her untie her pants with one hand and took them off to the position, and then helped her to squat down slowly.

"Can you wipe it yourself?" Zhang Yanming turned his head all the way and asked.

"I can't hold it with one hand." Sister Zhou also blushed, and she lowered her head and hummed quietly. It was only now that she thought of this.

It's a sin.

However, the shaking of Sister Zhou's whole body was increasing on her arm that she was being held, and she really couldn't squat anymore.

There was no way, Zhang Yanming took a tissue in one hand and wiped it for her... As a result, he would come to whatever he was afraid of. He was so careful that he would touch it. As a result, he became crooked the first time and rubbed his hand with warmth.

There is no way, the structure is not familiar, if Sun Hongye closed his eyes, he could find it right.

Neither of the two of them had the nerve to speak out, and silently wiped it clean and put it in a tight position, and came out and returned to the bed.

"Go and wash you."

“…It’s done.”

...

"What would you do if it was a boy?"

"What else can I do? No one can do anything about this. I already have one I owe for the rest of my life and I can never afford it."

"...Don't think so. If you don't owe anyone, you have said that there is nothing you can do about this."

"I owe him what I owe him, and he wouldn't come without me, so he wouldn't have suffered this crime. He is so sensible and always smiles in front of me. The more I feel like this, the more uncomfortable I feel."

"I understand, and I know that you are under great pressure now, but this is really not someone's fault. Don't take responsibility on yourself. Your responsibility is that you are a mother and you want to raise him to adulthood."

"It's easy to say things, but it's not that easy to do."

"Who will take you with your child now?"

"It turned out that the old lady was older now. I brought the capital and hired an aunt... I don't know what he was thinking, and I never told me."

"With you?"

"No." Sister Zhou shook her head and tears came out: "I rented a house. I can't take him with me, you know."

"Or, take him here, there are people taking care of him, and there are people playing together, and you can go to school. You should be at ease with my territory. Just come and see him at any time. Just treat it as a boarding house."

"I'm afraid that other children will not accept it if they laugh at him. I'm particularly afraid."

"No, I won't. Just beside the hospital, I'll take you over and take a look."

"Is it an orphanage?" Sister Zhou looked at Zhang Yanming.

"No, it's the youth training camp under our foundation. Although it adopts orphans, it's not an orphanage. It's considered a foster care facility. The facilities and environment are quite good.

In fact, you can think of it as a preschool school, with professional teachers responsible for all aspects of teaching and life, mainly focusing on games, allowing children to develop the habit of independence, use their brains, and adapt to collective life.

Children who pass here will be officially sent to school. The school is not far away. It is four kilometers south of here. It is our complete school, and there are cars to pick it up and drop it off.

Every day, people will come to play with the children, or do some simple labor and parent-child games, so that these children will not feel lonely.

It's really suitable for you. You can do your own thing without worrying about it. When you have time, come and take a look. You don't have to do this now.

The life you give to your children now... I'm going to be honest, don't be unwilling to listen. In fact, it's torture to you, mother and son, and hurt each other."

Sister Zhou looked at the ceiling in a daze, and Zhang Yanming shut up and stopped saying anything.

"You're right." Sister Zhou sighed, reached out and took Zhang Yanming's hand and turned her head under her face. Zhang Yanming felt that his hands were wet with tears little by little.

"It's really not an orphanage. The couple who work in logistics and security will also put their children here. Adopted orphans will be adopted, and they will have their parents."

"I listen to you, I really can't give him what he wants, and I can't accompany him every day."

Sister Zhou cried for a while and calmed down. She reached out and took a tissue to wipe Zhang Yanming's hands: "You are so good at coaxing women, and you are obviously a veteran."

"Turn it down, I don't dare to compete with you. It's not the same heavyweight at all." Zhang Yanming smiled and said.

Sister Zhou was in the Scorpion Valley famous four-story broadcast, but she was really frustrated to receive flowers and gifts every day, and most of them were little boys, some younger than Zhang Yanming.

"Bah." Sister Zhou spat: "Is that what I want? How many are true? Isn't it just for those few minutes? If I weren't it because of the bad impact, I would have turned against each other long ago."

"Everyone has their own blessings, and it is not all good to be good if you grow up well." Sister Zhou sighed: "People must know why they are mature because of impulse."

"Why?" Zhang Yanming reached out to help her get her hair together.

"Is it because I want to have it because I am impulsive, or because I have it, I am impulsive. This is the difference. What do children know? They are entirely based on hormones, just wrapping a Teddy under their skin."

"This is not true. People have been controlled by desire for a period of time, and then they gradually mature. I don't believe you don't."

"Do you have it?" Sister Zhou turned her head and looked at Zhang Yanming.

"Yes." Zhang Yanming nodded simply: "Thirty-three and four years, how many years will there be."

"Have you ever had bad ideas for me?"

"You can't say it's bad, right?"

"You didn't lie, you looked at me with your hands at that time... I didn't expect you to change so much and be so awesome now. You are not that little brat in my memory at all."

"Okay, you're old, whatever you say is reasonable."

"You are old." Sister Zhou slapped Zhang Yanming in the face: "Can you speak?"

"I don't know if I can speak, but I know that someone asked the family to take me to eat and drink. After that, I didn't look at me, so proud."

Sister Zhou smiled and gave Zhang Yanming a blank look: "I don't know you, I'm going to my sister's place," After pausing, Sister Zhou shook her head: "Forget it, it's all over."

After being fucked, Sister Zhou recovered and was less nervous. She sat up against the pillow. She took the bag and turned it over and took out a piece of independent packaging wipes: "Wipe your hands well."
Chapter completed!