Chapter 75: . Brother's ex-girlfriend (8)

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Late at night, Wan Lai was quiet.
People around exclaimed in a low voice.
"Husband and husband!"
Zhu Wuyang suddenly opened his eyes, hurriedly got up, touched his wife's cold sweat face, and said nervously, "What's wrong? Madam? What's wrong?"
"Little, calf cramps."
Lin Lang took a breath.
She grabbed the man's arm immediately and took a bite.
All the teeth on the surface were covered with tooth marks, and they did not fade for several days.
Zhu Wuyang has long been accustomed to the little ancestor's habit of biting during pregnancy, while passing her hand so that she can bite more tightly, and the other hand is groping for the hard mass of the calf and rubbing it skillfully.
Under the man's massage, Lin Lang gradually fell asleep again.
Zhu Wuyang saw that her face was no longer so uncomfortable, got up and hit a pot of warm water, wiped her face and hands and feet carefully for her, and then probed the temperature of the other person ’s forehead. Then she felt relieved and poured the water. Intend to continue to sleep.
He just squinted for a while and was awakened again.
"What's wrong? Madam?"
He quickly opened the quilt to see her.
"Husband, I'm hot, so uncomfortable." Lin Lang said.
Without saying anything, Zhu Wuyang took a puff fan, stood beside her, and fanned gently.
After the person fell asleep for a while, the lord of the city could not bear it anymore. He slept directly beside the bed, his eyes were closed, and his shoulders were pushed several times.
"Fujun, don't sleep, I'm hungry, I'll cook noodles for me!"
Yes, this little ancestor started tossing him again.
But I wish Wuyang had a sense of course.
"Okay, you wait, just go for the husband."
The first thing a man opened his eyes was to cover her with a quilt and rush to the kitchen nonstop.
It was midnight, and there was an old lady in the kitchen, simmering a small pot of bone soup, heard the footsteps, and turned to look, with a smile on her face, "What do you want to eat today?"
"Eat noodles," he said concisely.
The master of the city folded his cuffs skillfully, rewashed the iron pan, quickly scooped two scoops of well water that had just been hit, and covered the pan.
Chopping firewood, adding fire, laying down, putting eggs, seasoning, serving bowls.
You're done.
"Gumbling—"
What is it calling?
Chicken?
The master of the city gave a frown and swept the kitchen.
Last month Lin Lang was accidentally pecked by the chicken's mouth, and the back of his hand was bruised and purple. Seeing that the man was distressed and died, he immediately ran to the kitchen and slaughtered all he could kill, to vent his anger.
Although after that, he still got the title of a chicken demon ...
"Gumbling—"
Still calling?
This chicken is a bit arrogant, believe it or not, he has a hundred ways to make it die tragically?
Don't think that his title of killing chickens is vain.
The man narrowed his eyes dangerously and was just trying to give it a color--
"City Lord, your belly is crying!"
The old lady is very honest.
"..."
He touched his deflated belly.
So hungry.
Lin Lang vomited very badly today. In order to coax this little ancestor, he used all his resources to find out if he had time to eat.
"Ma'am, the noodles are here. Let's eat while it's hot."
He handed the washed chopsticks to her.
"An egg noodles again."
Lin Lang looked disgusted.
Zhu Wuyang: "..."
Can this be blamed?
The little ancestor said that he would let his unborn child taste his father's craftsmanship.
The lord of the city stupidly believed this evil, and practiced cooking every day, but unfortunately he was not born with this material. After more than eight months of tossing, he was still a rookie, only cooking noodles, or the simplest egg noodle.
Lin Lang took a few bites.
The other person's eyes were still staring at her ...
"Hungry?" Lin Lang raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not hungry, you eat it." The lord of the city immediately withdrew his eyes and made a calm and calm look.
"Gumbling—"
The tummy rang again.
"..."
"Forget it, this bowl of noodles will reward you." Lin Lang pushed back with a smile.
He was stunned and refused firmly.
"Even if I starve to death, I won't grab food with my children."
Lin Lang glanced at him, "What do you mean, you have to live for a hundred years, and watch our children be born, don't say death all day, it's unlucky."
The lord of the city hurried to his mouth, "Yes, yes, my wife is right, it is not good for husband."
"Okay, eat fast, your son said, he is not hungry, afraid of hungry his father." Lin Lang touched his stubborn chin, full of distress, "Are you tired these days?"
As long as she gives a few words of comfort, all this is worth it.
Zhu Wuyang shook his head, "I'm not tired."
His wife has bred offspring for him. He can't eat well, can't sleep well, and suffers so much. Why is he so tired to say tired?
Lin Lang urged him to eat noodles quickly.
Before the bowl of noodles was finished, his wife suddenly grabbed his hand and put it on his stomach.
The lord of the city looked at her with doubt.
The palm was suddenly shaken.
Zhu Wuyang was a little scared.
"It, it it ... moved?"
Immediately followed by endless panic.
"Ma'am, are you okay? Is it painful? Should I take you to the doctor now?"
The collapsing man said he wanted to hug someone and rush out.
Lin Lang knocked on his head and said helplessly, "Fool, the boy is saying hello to you."
Say hello?
It took him a while to digest the message.
The lord of the city carefully put his hands up.
Was shocked again.
"Ma'am, the kid is saying hello to me!"
His eyes were surprised, and a cheerful smile appeared.
Zhu Wuyang simply bent down, put his face on his stomach, and coughed a little, originally wanted to respond to the greeting, but because of being too nervous, it became a tough self-introduction: "Child, I am your father, Zhu Wu Yang, Zi Yongzhi, 27 years old, Jintai has no two people ... "
The other party did not respond.
The lord of the city looked at his wife in a panic.
"It, why doesn't it move? Does it dislike me?"
"But, why don't you like me? I eat it under it every day!"
"Okay, how old are you, and still pouting like a child and hanging an oil bottle?" Lin Lang glanced at him sideways.
The man didn't hear her at all, as if he had fallen into a deep abyss, murmured by pulling his hair.
"Finished, I must have been hated ..."
Lin Lang really had no way to take him, let him listen to him again.
The man was very stubborn and kept a posture until he was about to become a statue. His face was shaken fiercely across his stomach.
"Ma'am, it kicked me! It kicked my face! My God, it's so powerful!"
The lord of the city was blushing.
Was it glorious to be kicked by your feet?
Lin Lang couldn't really see his smirk, and asked him to quickly eat the noodles and rest.
He had no choice but to leave her stomach and pulled up the noodles.
Just eating and eating, Zhu Wuyang began to feel uncomfortable again.
On one side is a sister, on the other side is a wife and children.
Unaware of his intentions, his wife lifted the broken hair soaked in the ears of the man, "Why don't you eat, isn't you hungry? Or is it too light, you are not used to eating?"
"No, I just choked."
He subconsciously avoided her hand and swallowed it as if it were delicious.
Fortunately, she did not see her tears.
This is so bitter.
Suffering is in my heart.
He had to say with a smile, it was delicious.
Lin Lang said that he was really not shy, how could he boast about himself like this, and when the child came out, the mother and son would laugh at him together.
By the way, they gave the child a small name called Fuer.
The round baby boy is blessed.
I wish Wuyang imagined the scene. The family of three sat down to eat together. The little boy with the head and head was lying in the arms of his mother. The little red mouth sucked a long noodle. Dad, why is this noodle so long, Fu'er can't breathe!
The child, the mother-in-law, smiled secretly on the side, watching the joke of their father and son.
She will stare at herself and say, who told you your dad won't cook noodles.
Zhu Wuyang covered his eyes and smiled violently, but tears ran through the corners of his mouth.
If Fu'er is born, he must pick up the little guy and kiss his soft head and eyes that can't be opened.
When he grows up a little, he will lift him high, sit on his neck, and accompany him to the first New Year's fireworks on the crowded street.
Teach him to dress and eat.
Teach him to read and write.
Teach him survival skills.
He will give him all the skills he has learned.
But, Fu'er, Dad is afraid that he can't fulfill his promise.
Can't let you ride a big horse.
Can't grow up with you.
Can't watch you get married and have children.
Even, you may not even remember what your father looks like.
Being bullied by other children, she ran home crying and complained about her mother, saying that she was a wild child nobody wanted.
No, you are not a wild child.
Daddy's love for you has never been less than half of others.
It's just that Dad may have to take a step first and can't continue to protect you two.
So, Fu'er, you have to be strong, like a dependable man, instead of dad, protect your mother, you know?
Dad is a mean person who tricked your mother into the door, but Dad couldn't and didn't dare to lie to her again. She has suffered a lot. It is her father who is sorry for her. You must be filial to her and not make her angry.
If you can, when you see this letter, after a hundred years, if your mother-in-law does not remarry, let father and your mother be buried together forever.
If she has remarried, then cremation of the father, the ashes will be scattered in the river and the sea will be scattered, maybe the father does not miss your mother that much. Then let her forget me and live a good life.
If your mother is crying badly, you must tell her that Dad has never loved her and hated me, maybe it will make her better.
In fact, your mother-in-law is the only love of your father's life.
Dad never regretted meeting her. Even Shangqiangbi and Huangquan could not change their minds.
Also, sorry.
I am not a qualified dad.
please forgive me.
My son opened it.
Father, I wish Wuyang.
Absolutely.