Chapter 368

The thirty second dragon scale (2)

Duan Jin can't remember whether she could eat like this when she had dinner with her wife last time. He had the impression that she was almost a perfect lady of the family. She didn't eat much, so she maintained a weak Liu Fufeng figure and looked very delicate. But today... Duan Jin thought that they might not finish the breakfast, but in the end, there was no waste at all.

——All into Linglong's stomach.

The little fat ball rolled on the carpet next to it. Now it smelled. It looked eagerly at the source of the fragrance. However, it was exquisite and hard-hearted. It was right not to see it.

Linglong finished her breakfast and asked Duan Jin, "what are you doing?"

Duan Jin looked at it suspiciously.

"If it's all right, do me a favor and don't embarrass you?"

She didn't talk to him very politely, or very impolitely. Anyway, it was the kind of light tone that you could help or not. Duan Jin really has nothing else to do today. His wife wants him to do something. Will he refuse? He nodded and said, "come and listen to me."

Linglong said, "you can't just say it. Ah Xin, bring me the drawings I drew last night. Have you prepared everything? "

Ah Hin ran over with a piece of paper in his hand. On it was a small picture of the baby carriage painted with charcoal. What materials are needed, how much each material is needed, and how to install and make it - all written on it.

Duan Jin was the first time to see such a thing. He had seen the carriage used by the army and farmers to pull goods, but it was the first time to see the baby. Although he is a civil servant, he has a strong practical ability. Linglong found his expertise in carving in his memory. It is said that he once carved a Xiangmu portrait to his sweetheart. But Linglong hasn't seen it with her own eyes, and she doesn't know whether it's good or not.

So Duan Jin didn't do anything all morning, so she made a stroller under Linglong's command. Fortunately, Linglong was very satisfied with the final result. When the paint dried and the smell dissipated, she could put the little fat man who was always wanted to be held in her arms.

Can't hold it, can't hold it.

The little fat man himself is also curious about the stroller. From time to time, he reaches out to grab it. Linglong puts him on his leg and feeds him simmered egg soup. He grew up eating his mother's milk and has never eaten such delicious food. His mouth is full of aftertaste. I don't know why. He especially likes to pester Linglong. In the past, he could lie down and play alone as long as he eats well and drinks well and has a fresh body. Now he can't. Linglong must accompany him. If he doesn't accompany him, he will be unhappy and cry when he is serious.

Linglong feels used to it. In the past, his mother ignored him all day. He regarded him as nothing, so he was very good. Now her fake mother was a little better to him, and he began to push his nose and face. Sure enough, no matter what cubs are, they can't be too indulgent. Give him a little sunshine and want to rise to the sky step by step.

But she's really boring at Duan's house. It's not impossible to play with a little fat man. Mrs. Duan is in charge of the family in an orderly manner, and most of the people are honest. Except for the temperament of the original owner in her own yard, except that Duan Jin doesn't care about anyone, and the people in her yard don't know that they are wild. Many of them were bought by Mrs. Duan specially when they got married, which is no better than the old people in the house.

The little fat man is ten months old. He turns over skillfully, as long as he is exquisite and doesn't do bad. It happened that she didn't like him to turn over easily. She must poke other people's small meat and let the little fat man turn over with all his strength. The little fat man has a good temper and never gets angry with Linglong. As long as she accompanies him, he will be happy. He won't be angry at being pressed into a little turtle.

Duan Jin came over at noon and saw his wife sitting cross legged on the ground with one hand supporting her legs and supporting her cheeks, and the other hand poking on their son's back. His fat son scratched his limbs and giggled like a little turtle, but he couldn't turn over.

This scene is really funny. Duan Jin has never seen how others become mothers, but he doesn't think he will use his son as a toy like Linglong.

Linglong felt that someone was looking at her. When she looked up, she saw that it was Duan Jin. She ignored him and continued to poke her son. The little fat man seemed to feel the invasion of the enemy and stopped pulling. He tried to lift up his cerebellar bag and look at the door to see who the man was.

In fact, not only did the little fat man's mother ignore him, but his father didn't seem to be much better. The censor is busy on official business and works hard for the country. Where can I spend time with my children at home? I'm afraid it's not a little fat man. I don't even know who he is.

If you really want to talk about your debt to the little fat man, Linglong thinks both of them have a share. Don't blame anyone.

Seeing that she had come in, she was still poking her son. Duan Jin couldn't help saying, "what are you doing poking him?"

"Exercise his mind, temper his will, and let him know that life is not easy, do it and cherish it."

Duan Jin:

The little fat man gave a sound, as if echoing his mother's words. Linglong reached under his arm, picked him up and asked Duan Jin, "what's the matter with you?"

"Mother asked us to have lunch together at noon."

"I see."

She just knows that there's nothing else. She really has nothing to say with Duan Jin. This life is beautiful, but it's more important to be a cub than a sleeping man.

Duan Jin sat down at the table. Linglong played with the little fat man for a while before realizing that he hadn't left. He said strangely, "Why are you still here? Didn't you want to come in at all?" She is really curious to ask, because all her understanding of Duan Jin comes from the original memory of the body. Although it can not guarantee 100% authenticity, it is basically all right“ Oh, I see. Are you waiting for us to go together so that my mother won't think our relationship is broken? " Then he said to himself, "if you worry too much, there will be no feelings between us. Why break up? You can go first. I'll take the fat man with me later. " What can Duan Jin say? She said all the words, and he didn't deny it. He just stared at Linglong suspiciously for a few seconds and said thoughtfully, "you're very different from before." As we all know, this dragon is never reasonable or guilty. She has always been interested in people's design. When she comes, she will maintain her performance and dress up. When she is not in the mood and interested, she will be happy and comfortable. She doesn't think about breaking people's design, frightening people and making the original owner angry - all of them have been swallowed up by her and become her energy, What if she's angry? Is it useful? So she confidently sprayed it back: "what's the matter? I have to stay at the door for 12 hours a day as before, waiting for you to go home and stick my hot face to your cold ass, right? Why should I paste it upside down? Am I ugly or old? Am I going to hurt myself so much? Who you like and who you like has nothing to do with me. It's hard for me to ignore you? Why are you like this? I've been hurt and my temperament has changed greatly. I think all men in the world are big pig hooves. Can't I have no desire for love? My heart is still. Can't I just live for my son and become a perfect mother from now on? How wide are you? " Duan Jin has always been dignified and rigid in the face of outsiders, but he couldn't refute a string of shots at his wife. He really just felt strange, so he asked. As a result, he was sprayed dizzy. Linglong also glanced at him, picked up the little fat man and put on his shoes and went straight away. Duan Jin sat alone for a moment before he remembered to catch up. He said, "give me your son." Linglong impolitely gave the little fat man to him because her arms felt sour. But the little fat man didn't like it. He didn't know who the stranger holding him was! Seeing that his mother didn't care about him, she sniffed and wailed, struggling to reach out her hands to Linglong. Anyway, she didn't give Duan Jin a hug. Lord Duan, I finally know what it means to be caught off guard. Mingming is only a ten month old child. Why is it so difficult to serve? Can you flutter like this? Linglong laughed at him: "your son doesn't know you're his father." Duan Jin rarely felt guilty: "I'm busy with business in the past. I'm tired of you." Linglong brought the little fat man back. He put his arms around her neck obediently, and the little meat face gently pasted to Linglong's cheek. Maybe he was afraid that she would hug herself to others again, and his small hands were very tight. So Linglong patted his tender ass: "if it's not lighter, you'll have no mother. Let's spend time with your heartless father in the future." He seemed to understand, but also did not seem to understand. His little hand loosened, and then immediately hugged. Duan Jin watched her walk a little hard. She was slim, but her son was really fat. He felt that he would fall the next second, so he gently stretched out his hand and put it on Linglong's arm so that she wouldn't be able to hold it. It was good intention, but Linglong stepped on it impolitely. Duan Jin felt pain. She hummed, "don't take the opportunity to eat my tofu. Don't think I'll pretend to love you in front of your mother." Hearing the speech, Duan Jin was stunned. He was a man who didn't care about his desires. After he got married, he was busy with his business. Sometimes he couldn't return home for several days. It was rare to return home, so he had to accept his wife's crying and accusations. It really hurt his head. He didn't listen to her explanation. Slowly, the relationship between the two fell to the freezing point. After he got married for more than a year, he could count the number of times he touched her with ten fingers. But his wife loves face and will take the initiative to look like love in front of outsiders. Now in her mouth, he took the initiative to pretend to be a loving couple. Somehow, Duan Jin, who never knew how to get along between husband and wife, felt that he could not refute or question, otherwise he would definitely come to a more terrible end. Although he himself did not know what the more terrible end would be. This is the legendary desire to survive in the soul, especially in the face of the Dragon Girl. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.