Chapter 371

The thirty second dragon scale (V)

As a result, it was useless for the nursing mother to come, and the little fat man was still crying. The nursing mother was very frightened under the stare of the uncle, so she quickly knelt on the ground: "... The young master kissed his wife very much, and the slave and maid had just been transferred, and only served the young master when he was hungry..."

Duan Jin picks up her son crying in her nursing mother's arms. Although the little fat man is not over a year old, the meat on his body is real. He puts Duan Jin in his arms and tries his best to wriggle. Duan Jin can't use too much energy to a little baby. Finally, he can only go back to find Linglong.

Once again, he realized what a failed father he was. Even if his son didn't know him, he couldn't do it overnight.

Linglong put on the ointment and lay down. It was not surprising to hear the knock on the door. The servant girl outside kept the night opened the door. Duan Jin came in with the little fat man in his arms. Linglong sat up from the bed, rubbed her eyes, covered her mouth and yawned, "didn't you say you'd take him all night?"

Duan Jin said, "I... he always cries."

Linglong said, "isn't it normal for children to cry? You have to coax him when he cries. Do you need me to teach you? "

But Duan Jin nodded: "yes."

Because he really doesn't know how to treat a little baby who doesn't understand the truth, so small and fragile.

The little fat man was excited to see his mother and stretched out his hand to flutter in the direction of Linglong. Duan Jin took him to the bedside. From the condescending angle where he stood, he happened to catch a glimpse of the beautiful scenery in Linglong's bedclothes. Duan Jin was a gentleman, so he turned his head and didn't look at it. Linglong looked at the little fat man shouting at him and sighed: "are you here to collect debts?"

The little fat man couldn't understand. He screamed and still stretched out his hand to Linglong. He smelled the familiar fragrance. He liked this hug and didn't like the man holding him now. It was cold and hard. He was not comfortable at all. His tender meat hurt.

Linglong took the little fat man over. Duan Jin was relieved. He stood on the side and looked at him. He saw the little fat man fluttering in his arms and vowing to die. In an instant, he changed his smiling face and snuggled into his wife's arms meekly and skillfully. He was a little lost and guilty. He felt that he had promised her to take his son all night, but he sent his son back. It was really wrong and useless.

As long as his wife is willing to communicate and can listen to him, Duan Jin will meet his demands, and so will he to his family. If you don't say it, he won't understand, but as long as you say it clearly, he won't ignore it if he can do it.

He stood quietly and silently, watching his wife and children's every move, but he couldn't see any trick. The little fat man is obviously one-sided clinging and flattering. It can be seen that he likes his mother very much, because he refuses to leave when he is wrapped in Linglong's arms, and he won't sleep for fear that she will give him to others again.

"Go and wet your veil and bring it."

Duan Jin was stunned.

"Go!" She aggravated her tone with anger. Seeing Duan Jin still didn't understand, she said, "he's so big. He cried for so long. The tears are dry on his face. It's not good to wipe it clean. There is warm water in the room. If you wet your veil, bring it to him to wipe. "

After listening to her words, Duan Jin realized that he turned to the back of the screen. There was really warm water on the stove there, and there were hurried cloth towels and handkerchiefs on the shelf, but the material of the handkerchiefs was obviously finer and smoother. Children's skin was delicate, and they couldn't use too rough objects. Duan Jin took the handkerchief, soaked it in the water, and soon returned to Linglong. She held the child well and clamped the restless little fat claws. "The action should be lighter. His skin is very tender."

This means to wipe the embers.

Duan Jin didn't refuse. He carefully covered his son's face with a handkerchief and wiped it away from his beautiful eyes. Soon, his little face full of tears was clean and fresh. He was instructed by Linglong to bring children's special cream on the dressing table. As soon as the cover was turned off, there was a nice smell of milk fragrance. Linglong touched a little on the little fat man's face with her fingers, Motioned Duan Jin to rub it open.

Compared with the baby's delicate skin, Duan Jin's palm, which writes all year round, has many thin cocoons. He had never taken care of the little baby, and his movements were very clumsy. The little fat man was obviously hurt by him and hummed whether to cry or not. Linglong pulls Duan Jin's wrist. He seems to have been scalded. Her skin is similar to that of her son, which makes Duan Jin subconsciously afraid to touch it. Linglong said, "if you want to be lighter, his little face can't stand your rubbing like this."

Under Linglong's earnest instruction, Duan Jin finally successfully completed the arduous task of wiping his son's face. In a short time, he had sweated a lot. When Linglong said it was ok, Duan Jin was relieved and felt more nervous than usual to see the emperor.

The little fat man nestled comfortably in Linglong's arms. When Linglong saw that it was getting late, he said to Duan Jin, "well, take him to bed."

Duan Jin hesitated. He was afraid that his son would cry again“ Can't you let him stay here? He always cries beside me. "

Hearing the speech, Linglong looked at him with a smile: "does he want to sleep with me, or do you want to sleep with me?"

Duan Jin quickly reflected her meaning and suddenly coughed. He didn't know how to explain that he didn't have that meaning. He tried to reach out to his son and wanted to hug him. As a result, the little fat man suddenly hugged Linglong's neck and refused to loosen it. He refused to look at his father, and he didn't want to go to the study to sleep with his father. Duan Jin is as overwhelmed as a child who has made a mistake. Linglong pinched the little fat man's ass - it feels very good. It's all tender meat. Of course, she didn't use much strength, but the little fat man already knew that the woman in front of him doted on himself very much. He could indulge in his willfulness in front of her. He immediately cried with a whoop. Unfortunately, it was only thunder and no rain. He didn't see any tears. He just howled. Linglong thought it would be fun to have a dog in the yard and howl a duet with the fat man. She patted her little ass: "all right, don't howl. Your father is going crazy when you howl." Duan Jin wanted to say no, but he shut up under threat of the Linglong's eyes. Although the little fat man couldn't understand what the adults were saying, he could barely understand what it meant. He howled twice and stopped. Linglong took off his clothes, lifted the thin quilt, stuffed him in, and then hooked Duan Jin's fingers: "don't you come up yet?" No one can refuse the invitation of such a charming beauty, except Duan Jin. He shook his head. "You're angry. I'd better not annoy you." Linglong was angry and happy by him: "I'm angry, but if you don't listen to me, I can be more angry and show you." Duan Jin opens his mouth and stops talking. Linglong said, "it's agreed that you take care of him. Don't think so. He has to come when he's hungry, crying and urinating at night. Don't think I'm going to keep you." She said so. What else can Duan Jin do? Fortunately, he also washed. He just took off his coat and lay down on the half bed that Linglong gave up. Is there a soft and sweet smell of women all over his body? Duan Jin lay stiff all over. The little fat man was between them. He had been crying and had fallen asleep. Linglong yawned and closed her eyes. The two women were very natural, but Duan Jin was very formal. He lay in bed with stiff limbs and couldn't sleep. Even his breathing was light and light. His wife and children were around him, but he rarely had such a leisure and warm moment, and he didn't adapt to it. His wife suddenly changed her temperament... No, Duan Jin thought, maybe it's not her temperament, but her character. Since he got married for a year, how did he really understand and care for her? Even if her temperament is romantic and tender, it is not the reason why he is indifferent to her. Every time he saw her cry and complain, he turned and left, thinking that he would not quarrel with her and annoy her, but he forgot that she was different from his difficult self since childhood. She is his wife again. He should have been more tolerant. The more he thought about it, the more upset Duan Jin was. Duan Jin looked at the bed curtain with his eyes open. Suddenly he heard the cry of mosquitoes. He looked around carefully and saw a mosquito on the tent. It is reasonable to say that the house has been smoked with mosquito repellent incense. How can there be any more? How can their mother and son be bitten? But when he got up to catch them, he inevitably made a noise and was afraid to disturb them. Seeing a round fan at the head of the bed, Duan Jin took it and fanned it gently. The slight wind blew on him very comfortable. He sighed with exquisite satisfaction and turned over. The thin quilt covered on him opened a corner to reveal his white, tender and slender waist. Duan Jin stretched out his hand to cover her, and then pulled up the quilt kicked away by his son. Seeing that the big and small slept well, he couldn't help but feel soft in his eyebrows and eyes. He is not born with a heart of stone, but he doesn't understand amorous feelings. About an hour, the little fat man began to hum. He was humming without opening his eyes. Poor. Duan Jin checked his diaper. Sure enough, he got up and took the clean one. He gently changed it. The little fat man kicked his feet. When he was fresh, he continued to sleep. Duan Jin took advantage of the situation to catch the mosquito he had seen for a long time. Without the annoying hum, he could also sleep with him. It's just... His wife's sleeping face is a little overbearing! Duan Jin thought after catching mosquitoes and cleaning his hands. The mother and son slept more and more boldly. He just went to clean his hands. The little fat man had rolled to the corner of the bed, and Linglong occupied most of the bed. Duan Gu just picked up her hand. Before the man lay down, she rolled into his arms and hugged his waist like a pillow. She refused to let go. Duan Jin imagined how his wife would react when she woke up. She still didn't wake Linglong up. She just hugged her with one hand and fished back the fat son who began to roll around again with the other. Now he knows why she wants him to stay and sleep together. Everything is soft and warm. Taking care of their mother and son and not getting out of bed is the top priority. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.