Chapter 1287

After helping the child change the diaper and coaxing the child to stop crying, Su Mumu hugged him, pushed open the door of the room, and saw Zhan Zifeng sitting on the bedside, watching with his mobile phone.

She asked softly: "There is food on the table, won't you come out to eat?"

"Eat, eat, eat, eat, drink, shit or pee all day long! Do you have anything else to say!" Zhan Zifeng put down his phone and lost his temper at her with a very bad attitude.

Just now the child pooped, she also wiped the child's bottom and changed the diaper, and she didn't even have time to wash her hands.

Come in and talk to him about dinner.

It made him sick to hear it!

Su Mumu was depressed by his sudden bad attitude, her heart was clogged like a cotton ball.

She hugged the child and said to him: "It's fine if you don't want to eat, and I didn't force you, why lose your temper."

With that said, he was about to go out with the child in his arms.

"Look at you, you're unkempt! You look like an old woman picking up trash on the street. Every day I come back and see you, I get angry!" Zhan Zifeng pointed at her, his chest heaving with anger, and said with a cannonball.

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and even his expression became very cold.

Su Mumu was poked in the back and scolded.

Every word he said was like a needle piercing her heart.

It made the already chilling heart hurt even more.

The shoulders on her back also heaved violently due to anger.

She turned around abruptly, with tears in her eyes, and fought back against Zifeng in a broken way: "Yes, I am unkempt, I am ugly and unkempt! Why am I? I am not here to take care of our son Mimi!"

"You don't care about anything every day. You only know that you go to work in the morning and lie down on the bed when you come back at night! I have to do everything at home by myself!"

"I have to wash the clothes, prepare the meals, mop the floor, and wipe the table every morning before the child wakes up! After I finish these, I can't rest for half a minute before the child wakes up. I have to hug him Him, change his diaper, wash him, and feed him!"

"He was full and stopped making trouble, so I could have a bite by myself. After breakfast, it will be noon soon, and I have to cook, feed, and wash dishes! No one helps me, I am so tired that I am almost paralyzed every day, you Still say that to me!"

Su Mumu complained about the grievances in her heart, and burst into tears.

Too wronged, too tired.

Forget about being physically tired, you still have to be criticized and disgusted by Zhan Zifeng every day.

Tiredness is the deadliest thing.

Sometimes Su Mumu almost couldn't hold on any longer, but for the sake of the child, seeing that the child was so cute and so pitiful.

She could only grit her teeth and persist.

If there is something wrong with her, the most pitiful thing is the child.

"Wow..." A one-year-old child can understand the expressions and emotions of adults at this time.

Realizing that the parents had quarreled, the child burst into tears in Su Mumu's arms.

As soon as the child cried, it tugged at Su Mumu's heart, and she didn't have time to immerse herself in her own sadness and sorrow.

The last second collapsed, and the next second, he used his best and most gentle state to comfort the child.

"Mimi is good, Mimi doesn't cry, mother is wrong, mother shouldn't yell..." She comforted the child while she was crying.

The child was about one year old and couldn't walk yet, but he often liked to be on the ground, so Su Mumu could only bend over and hold his armpits with both hands, letting him walk on the ground with difficulty.