Stepmother

The relationship between Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo is very simple, each takes what he needs. But even if Song Zhaodi wants to divorce Zhong Jianguo in the future, this relationship will have to last seven or eight years.

Liu Ling never wronged herself before, no matter what. Transmigration became Song Zhaodi, and after marrying Zhong Jianguo, she thought that she would have to be husband and wife with Zhong Jianguo for at least seven or eight years, and she had no intention of wronging herself.

Zhong Jianguo was not the male friends of her previous life. If she had a relationship with Zhong Jianguo, she would kick Zhong Jianguo away if she wanted to be a little unhappy.

When Song Zhaodi was ill, she realized that Zhong Jianguo was very nervous, and she was frightened.

At this moment, I saw Zhong Jianguo honestly chopping green onions and cooking vegetables. Needless to say, such men are rare now, and they are rare in future generations. Song Zhaodi suddenly felt that it would be good to be a husband and wife with him for a lifetime.

"Master, how are you going to move me?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile.

Zhong Jianguo was short of breath, put down the knife and vegetable, looked at Song Zhaodi and asked seriously, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know." She hooked Zhong Jianguo's neck very naturally and skillfully. Song Zhaodi found him tense, and wondered in her heart, this man is the father of three children, how can he be like a baby , "I don't have to hold back if I want to move, I can do it anytime. After all, we are husband and wife." He glanced around and nodded with satisfaction, "It's pretty good here."

Zhong Jianguo's face flushed red, he pushed Song Zhaodi's arm away suddenly, and pointed to the door: "Get out!"

Song Zhaodi was stunned, she regained her senses, couldn't believe she was rejected by a man? Or by her titular husband? Shit, it's the first time in my past and present life.

"Zhong Jianguo, you are **** sick!" Song Zhaodi took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "There is a kind of monk for a lifetime!"

Zhong Jianguo looked up at the woman who strode outside, sneered, and put the pot on the stove to stir-fry.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, Zhong Jianguo, who was sitting in the yard watching the stars and the moon, guessed that the eldest baby and the second baby were asleep, so he got up and went upstairs. Pushing open the door of the two sons, he took out the key on the east door from the drawer of the desk, walked to the door, paused for a moment, and put the key back.

Song Zhaodi opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the bedroom door: "I thought you didn't sleep anymore."

Zhong Jianguo glanced at her expressionlessly, opened the cabinet, pulled out two quilts, and walked away.

"You—" Song Zhaodi suddenly stopped, got out of bed and followed out, and saw Zhong Jianguo put the quilt on the bench, "Sleep on the chair tonight?"

Zhong Jianguo continued to arrange the quilt as if he had not heard of it.

Song Zhaodi leaned against the door frame and put her arms around her chest: "It's cold to sleep here at night."

Zhong Jianguo's hand paused, looked back at her, took off his shoes and got into the quilt. But he was too tall, with a short chair and his feet hanging out.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi said, "Are you still afraid that I will be hungry and not choose food, and use force in the middle of the night? My skin is not that thick."

Zhong Jianguo pulled the quilt and covered his head.

Song Zhaodi held her forehead: "The urinal is behind the chair. The eldest and the second got up to pee in the middle of the night. When they saw you lying on the chair, they thought we had a fight."

Zhong Jianguo opened the quilt, put the urinal in the room of his two sons, came back and passed by Song Zhaodi, without looking at her, he lay on the chair again, covering his head with the quilt.

Song Zhaodi was speechless: "Okay, go to sleep."

Going back to the house, looking at the three babies who were sleeping soundly, he couldn't help poking the child's face with his hand: "Your dad, he is not only a coward, he is also a cheapskate, stubborn. kind!"

Zhong Jianguo sat up suddenly, thought about it, and lay down again.

The next day, Song Zhaodi woke up and saw that there was no quilt and no one in the living room. She opened the window and found that the car parked in the yard was gone. Song Zhaodi sighed and went downstairs to find one. Big lock, lock the closet door.

At night, Zhong Jianguo looked at the lock on the wardrobe, dumbfounded, turned to Song Zhaodi and asked silently, what do you mean?

"I threw the key into the sea." Song Zhaodi did not deny it, but also reminded Zhong Jianguo that you have done similar things, let's not talk about anyone.

Zhong Jianguo turned around and carried the eldest baby and the second baby into his room, let them sleep with Song Zhaodi, and went to the two sons' rooms by himself.

Song Zhaodi looked at the three children beside her and laughed angrily. Pushing open the door next door, seeing Zhong Jianguo taking off his shoes, he couldn't help sighing: "It's been a day, still not relieved?"

"Go out!" Zhong Jianguo pointed at the door, "I don't want to talk to you."

Song Zhaodi sat beside the bed: "Leader Zhong, it's good to find out who we are women. You go further with me, it's me who suffers."

"I didn't realize it." Zhong Jianguo bypassed her, lying on the bed with his back to him.

Song Zhaodi smiled silently: "You don't want to talk to me, it stands to reason that I shouldn't bother you anymore. But you should tell me why you're angry. Because I said you were sick?"

In terms of eloquence, Zhong Jianguo knew that he was not Song Zhaodi's opponent. He was afraid that she would catch a loophole in his words, so he simply kept silent.

Song Zhaodi is not a flattering personality. When she wants to flatter someone, she is very patient, but if the other party does not enter the oil and salt, Song Zhaodi will not keep her hot face to the cold again and again butt.

Found that Zhong Jianguo was playing dead again, Song Zhaodi turned back to the next door.

Zhong Dawa woke up in the morning and saw that she was sleeping in his father's house, and ran downstairs to find Zhong Jianguo. I didn't find him, so I went to Song Zhaodi instead: "Mother, why am I in your bed?"

"Your father slept in your room last night." Song Zhaodi said, "Go wake up my brother, I'll cook something, and we'll have dinner."

Zhong Dawa didn't move: "Why does Dad sleep in my room?"

"Because he didn't want to sleep with me, I made him angry." Zhong Jianguo didn't have breakfast at home for two days in a row, the eldest child didn't ask today, and will ask tomorrow. Song Zhaodi simply told the truth, "Your dad will sleep in your house these days."

Zhong Dawa hurriedly asked: "Dad is still angry? Mother, did you fight with your father?"

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I can't beat your father either.

It was the first time Zhong Dawa encountered this situation, she couldn't help but grab her head: "Have you apologized to Dad? You need to apologize if you do something wrong."

"Apologize?" I don't know what made him angry, how can I apologize? Song Zhaodi thought back, "I apologize. Your dad is very angry this time. I plan to apologize again tonight."

Zhong Dawa thought for a while: "If you apologize again, my father will ignore you, and you should ignore him. Well, don't get used to him."

"Pfft!" Song Zhaodi laughed, "Okay, I'll listen to what Dawa has to say. Go and tell my brother to get up, I'll cook now." However, at night, Song Zhaodi did not apologize to Zhong Jianguo, Without even looking at him, the couple started a formal cold war.

For two days in a row, Song Zhaodi didn't say a word to Zhong Jianguo. Zhong Jianguo was surprised and started to have a headache. He couldn't live in his son's house all the time.

Friday evening, when Zhong Jianguo returned home, Song Zhaodi had already prepared the meal, and there were his bowls and chopsticks on the table, but Song Zhaodi washed the faces and feet of the three children after the meal Taking the children upstairs, I didn't say a word to Zhong Jianguo.

Zhong Jianguo couldn't help sighing, what is this called?

While Song Zhaodi was going downstairs to take a bath, Zhong Jianguo poured a jar full of malted milk essence and brought it to his room, "Daddy, Dad accidentally soaked a lot of malted milk essence when he was soaking it. Now, do you want to drink?"

"Don't drink." Zhong Dawa said without hesitation.

Zhong Jianguo pretended to be very distressed: "It's a waste to pour it out, you should drink it with your brother."

"Can't drink." Erwa said, "Mother said that if you drink too much water at night, you will wet the bed in the middle of the night."

Zhong Jianguo pointed at the door: "There is a urinal there, get up when you want to pee."

Although there are urinals upstairs, Dawa and Erwa hardly get up at night. Usually, when the sky is dawn, the two children wake up, stumble into the urinal, and release the water they have saved overnight, and then go back to sleep.

Dawa hooked her head and looked at the tea jar. Seeing that there was more than half of the jar of malted milk in it, she thought about it: "I can drink a little."

"Dad, I'll drink a little too." Erwa continued.

The eldest child thinks that he will be able to get up when he wants to pee at night. The second child has a precedent for wetting the bed.

"If there is a urinal, I won't wet the bed." Erwa holds the tea jar and pours it vigorously.

Zhong Jianguo pointed at his two sons: "You are not allowed to tell your mother. If she finds out, she must run against me again."

"You two haven't made up yet?" The eldest asked hurriedly, "Dad, mother said she made you angry, so you ignored her. You gave us wheat milk essence, and mother knew You will also be angry. You are angry, and your mother is also angry. Don't be angry with both of you. You and your mother can make up with it, Dad."

What a wonderful son.

Zhong Jianguo rubbed the baby's head and said with a smile: "I can't explain the matter between your mother and I. Don't worry about it, I know it. I'll go to bed. It's time for you to go to sleep, too."

"Dad, have you forgiven your mother?" Zhong Dawa asked.

Zhong Jianguo took a step: "Sleep your sleep!"

"You dare to yell at me if you are angry. Bully me young." Zhong Dawa snorted.

The second child is curious: "Brother, how do you know that father does not dare to yell at mother?"

"Dad doesn't even dare to tell mother to drink wheat milk essence for us." Zhong Dawa said, "I'm still angry with my mother, but I'm still afraid of my mother? Dad is really useless."

Erwa looked at the door and saw that his dad didn't come back: "Don't say it, Dad is very powerful."

"That's right." Big baby suddenly thought that his father was in charge of a large group of soldiers, and he heard that the war was very strong, so he quickly pulled up the quilt, "Cover your head, don't let Dad hear."

Song Zhaodi went upstairs to find the three children sleeping with their heads covered, and was startled, she quickly pulled the quilt away, took out the Sanwa who had drilled into the innermost quilt, and patted Sanwa on the cheek.

Little Sanwa swept her hand in annoyance, Song Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief, and squeezed the faces of Dawa and Erwa. These two naughty children let him sleep with his head covered without looking at how old his younger brother was.

Zhong Jianguo opened the closed door and saw that the light next door was off, so he stood at the door for a while before going back to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Song Zhaodi touched a handful of water, opened her eyes suddenly, lifted the quilt to find the menstrual belt. When I turned on the light, I suddenly thought that hers had only been ten days, it was early.

So?

Song Zhaodi had a bad premonition in her heart. She lifted the quilt, and Sanwa was full of water.

Sanwa is almost one and a half years old, but he still can't understand that he can't wet the bed, so every night before going to bed, Song Zhaodi wraps Sanwa in diapers. It can't be the third baby who wets the bed, it can only be the second baby or the big baby.

Song Zhaodi lifted the whole quilt and saw that the eldest baby and the second baby were full of urine.

The widest quilt at home is wet? Song Zhaodi realized this, her sleepiness disappeared, and she wanted to pull the two children up and beat them. But the top priority is to quickly change the quilt, otherwise, the brothers will catch a cold.

"Zhong Jianguo, wake up." Song Zhaodi carried Sanwa to the door next door.

Zhong Jianguo, who didn't dare to fall asleep, heard the sound, turned over and sat up, opened the door and rubbed the corner of his eyes: "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

"Your son wets the bed." Song Zhaodi leaned on her side, "Go downstairs to get some water and wipe the children."

Zhong Jianguo was overjoyed, these two boys are indeed his sons.

Don't say anything else, go downstairs to get half a basin of cold water, and then pour a thermos of hot water to wash the baby, Zhong Jianguo asked, "Where should he sleep?"

"Sleep on your bed of course." Song Zhaodi said, "Hurry up, don't freeze him."

Zhong Jianguo tucked the big baby into the warm quilt, and went to drag the second baby out. Immediately, he took off the wet quilt: "Give me the key to the cabinet, and I'll get the quilt."

"The key is in the small drawer under the cabinet." Song Zhaodi snorted.

Zhong Jianguo turned it out and made the bed immediately. Seeing that Song Zhaodi didn’t ask him to go to sleep, he pouted and had to sleep on the bench? Reluctantly, he took out the only two quilts in the cabinet and froze in his hands: "These two quilts seem to be a little thin."

"Bullshit." Song Zhaodi said, "That's the quilt you cover in the beginning of spring and autumn. It's not thin. Put it back and come up to sleep. It's almost dawn, and I don't know how your spirit is going. so good."

Zhong Jianguo relied on him to face the cabinet and his back to Song Zhaodi. Song Zhaodi couldn't see it.

Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "You're still mad at me. I said Zhong Jianguo, it's such a big thing, what about you?"

"It's three watch and you haven't slept yet, why is your spirit so good?" Zhong Jianguo asked rhetorically.

Song Zhaodi choked: "I shouldn't have reminded you just now. I should have made you cover with a thin quilt and sleep on a chair."

Pop!

Zhong Jianguo turned off the light.

"Not as naive as you." In the darkness, Zhong Jianguo smiled.

The next morning, Song Zhaodi was cooking while Zhong Jianguo led Sanwa to play under the eaves. Hearing the sound of going downstairs, Zhong Jianguo hurriedly picked up Sanwa and went into the house: "Big baby, Erwa, wash—"

"Dad, I didn't wet the bed." The big baby hurriedly interrupted Zhong Jianguo, "It's the second baby who wets the bed."

The second baby said loudly: "I didn't wet the bed, it was my younger brother who wet the bed! Dad, don't beat me."

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Dawa and Erwa said in unison, "No!"

Zhong Jianguo's heart shrank, broken!

"No? It's me who wet the quilt." Song Zhaodi stared at them both with burning eyes.

The two brothers pointed to Zhong Jianguo: "It's Dad."

"Your father slept in your house yesterday." Song Zhaodi reminded.

Big baby: "Dad give us water."

"No, brother, I drink wheat milk essence." Erwa said, "Mom, Dad said that you won't wet the bed after drinking it."

The big baby waved his hand: "No, no, brother, my father said that he soaked the wheat milk essence too much, and asked us to help him drink it. Mother, we don't want to drink it, and my father said, if you don't drink it, you will be beaten. us."

"When did I say that?" Zhong Jianguo was about to hide when he heard the words of his two sons and almost didn't react, "You two don't think that you said that—"

Song Zhaodi interrupted him: "Are you going to beat them up? Let's not mention it. Zhong Jianguo, let me ask you, did you soak in wheat milk essence last night?"

"It's soaked." Zhong Jianguo spit out two words.

Song Zhaodi took a deep breath and suppressed her anger: "Give the third baby to the eldest baby and the second baby, come to the kitchen with me."

"Dad, give me my brother quickly." The eldest patted Zhong Jianguo, turned around when she saw Song Zhaodi, pushed Zhong Jianguo, and whispered, "Come on, make up."

Zhong Jianguo had a headache and couldn't help but suspect that his son deliberately shouted loudly.