The bathroom was actually full of wet clothes, and the closest to the door, which was still dripping, was the one that Little Kite was wearing just now, apparently Little Kite had washed all his clothes by the way when he was taking a bath.

Looking around, apparently this isn't the first time I've done laundry either.

Feeling that her hand was caught, Luo Xue looked back at the little kite that followed, looking at her thin little body, she was inexplicably a little sad, and this sadness was so sad that when she wiped the little kite's hair with a towel, she saw that there was a lot of accumulated dirt hidden behind the little kite's ears, and her nose suddenly became sore.

Is there no one to take care of her?

Doesn't her dad take care of her?

Even if her father didn't take care of her, how could her mother be willing to let her do this?

Luo Xue realized at this time that she had been feeling that something was wrong just now, what was wrong, it turned out that it was because of such a large villa, except for her, Long Gang, and the little kite, there was not even a person.

This is really different from what those colleagues said that rich people will live in a big villa, have a group of servants to serve, and raise a big wolf dog to watch the house, it is really different, even if this villa is beautiful, no matter how big, there is no taste of home, and the place where he lives is very small, but at least Luo Yu is waiting for him, so he is called a writer.

And the father of the little kite, Mr. Yin seems to be very busy, the mother of the little kite must also be a strong woman, and she must be very busy at work, otherwise as a mother, she must hate to accompany her children every day.

Alas, Long Gang should be the only one taking care of the little kite.

How can a big man take care of people, probably just feel that he can't die of hunger or freeze, and he won't notice these small details.

The more Luo Xue thought about it, the more distressed she became, and even thought of the situation when she first saw the little kite, the little kite ate the undelicious little bread so seriously, that her nose was so sore that she almost cried several times, but she endured it all back.

Because Luo Xue knows that the age of a little kite is the most sensitive age for children, if she cries, the little kite will definitely notice it, so it is better to pretend not to know, otherwise when she asks where her mother went, the little kite is afraid that she will cry.

Because there is no hair dryer, it is unrealistic to dry your hair immediately with a towel, so Luo Xue and Little Kite sat on the bed and chatted, she talked, and Little Kite wrote.

Luo Xue originally thought that chatting with children was nothing more than the care of some little girls, thinking about talking about school or something, but it turned out that it was not like that at all, the whole chat topic was completely dominated by the little kite, she wrote a sentence in the notebook, Luo Xue answered something, from how many people there are in her family, to what she likes to eat, to what she works at work, what colleagues are there, etc., the questions are varied, Luo Xue is a little puzzled how there are so many in the little kite's head.

finally held on until the little kite's hair was dry, Luo Xue hurriedly coaxed the little kite to sleep, because the little kite didn't sleep anymore, she felt that the color of her underwear was all written down by the little kite in the little book.

was coaxed by Luo Xue to lie down, but the little kite had wide eyes and no intention of going to sleep at all, which made Luo Xue a little anxious, because it was already more than nine o'clock, this time was still early for her, but not for a child, not to mention that the little kite would have to go to school tomorrow morning.

"Why don't you sleep yet?" Luo Xue asked, the little kite wanted to get up and take the small book, Luo Xue hurriedly held her down, and planned to take the small book for her, but she grabbed Luo Xue's hand and wrote in Luo Xue's palm.