The Spoilt Wife’s Happy Life with the Commander

Eyes rolled, Orange dropped his backpack and sneaked into the master bedroom.

The little short legs carefully squeezed the door gap, stomped to the bed, saw the bag bulging left and right in the quilt, and swooped, "Daddy! Mommy!"

He plunged into the quilt, wrapped softly, and rolled back and forth, impervious to the air.

It was easy to break free from the quilt. Orange orange stared at the two pillows under the quilt. "What about the horse? What about people?"

Well, he took a stab.

Orange Orange was so angry that he climbed out of bed and ran out. Just when he got out of the door, he saw the study room with a crack in the door.

"This is how ugly he was when he was one year old." Mommy's voice.

"It's ugly." Dad nodded in agreement.

ugly?

Did he just hear the ugly?

Really ugly, did he hear me wrong?

Orange Orange drew his ears and stared at the two men in the door with his eyes wide open, to see how loving they were.

A knee slammed into the door, the door of the study slowly opened, and Orange's face was slightly heavy, raising two handsome little eyebrows: "You say bad things about me?"

In front of the computer, the two men looked up at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, and then turned their attention back to the computer screen. Lin Qing pointed at a whisper, and the man's eyes were doted and agreed.

"I'm back!" At the door, someone was unwilling to be left out, fighting for the existence of a small life.

Lin Qing made a noise, fell from Mu Li, walked two steps and talked endlessly, Mu Li also responded, Lin Qing turned away from the small orange orange and went back to the bedroom, Orange Orange twisted his waist depressed one hundred and eighty Degree: "Is it invisible? Mommy, I'm here!"

The man's eyebrows were stained with gold, he strode forward with his legs straight up, hugged his son and raised it above his head, like treating a child of one or two years old: "My son, I will go home by myself."

Lin Qing walked out of the bedroom, facing the man's eyes in the doorway, and the expression that I would say it once, pointed to the back.

The big bed couldn't bear to see a mess, the quilt half fell to the ground and was rolled into an irregular shape. That spectacular scene, alas, don't know who contributed it.

Knowing that Orange had this hobby, the two simply forged a sleep scene so that his son could do what he wanted.

Orange Orange's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly he realized that his two little hands were on his face.

Lin Qing's eyes curled and pinched his son's face: "Are you happy?"

Orange orange rolled his small white eyes, stole his heart, clinging to the man's neck tightly and letting go.

"So sleepy, broken." His head crooked and fell into the man's arms.

Lin Qing patted on his little hip: "Don't pretend to sleep, it's time to drink milk."

Orange Orange hummed, don't open the wrinkled handsome face, and sue in the man's ear: "Mum shot me beautiful tun."

Look at this feel, this line, this flexibility, it is definitely a proud capital.

Lin Qing handed a cup of milk to Orange's mouth: "Drink quickly, grow your body."

"That mummy doesn't drink for **** horses, and mummy has to grow up."

Lin Qing smiled, Xun Xunshan tempted his son to drink milk: "Mummy doesn't have to be long."

The man's gaze was sweeping somewhere, and a serious look was not a mess, "In fact, you can grow longer."

"Mu Li!"

"Hello, mum, my ears hurt."

Lin Qing stomped her feet, shoved the cup into Mu Li's hands and walked away. I knew they would collude together sooner or later.

Mu Li gave his son a whole glass of milk to drink, and hugged him to chase Lin Qing's back: "Go, let your mummy admit it."

Mu Li came out of the door and returned two hours later. Lin Qing was driving a vacuum cleaner and walked back to the living room window.

Jing Mingjing could clearly see her outline. He stopped, and the things in his hand were heavy. Before Lin Qing turned around, he retracted his eyes and turned into the study.

A quick glance, Lin Qing's Yu Guang swept into a box in his hand.

Did not see clearly, orange orange took a paper towel and handed over: "Mum, wipe." Lin Qing took it with a smile, Orange Orange snatched the vacuum cleaner in her hand.

Cotton slippers were almost drawn in, and Orange was sitting barefoot on a man's leg, dangling: "Cool and comfortable."

Feet were tucked into a brand new pair of cotton slippers.

Lin Qing made two gestures: "It's tall again."

"Come into a man, you have to protect Mommy in the future, remember?" Mu Li rubbed his son's head, stood up, Lin Qing looked up, and he couldn't see through the bottom of the pond. Somehow this tone made her panic.

He returned to the bedroom, Lin Qing followed, holding his palm from the back: "Heart is heavy, something happened to the army?"

auzw.com "No, everything is normal." Mu Li shook her hands, pinching her fingers one by one, her weight was not even noticed by him, and he let go until Lin Qing shouted that he was in pain. .

She laughed. "Why is it getting heavier now? Get revenge on me."

"How could I be willing?" He looked ahead, at this time Lin Qing had not fully understood the true meaning of the words, and did not know her later. Whenever she thought of this, she would cry, and the man's voice came into the ears far away. She went back to God, "No matter what happens, even if there is danger to life, I will not hurt you if I give up."

Lin Qing turned around and hugged him: "Blame me and blame me, and suddenly say such a heavy word, we are now so peaceful and happy, nothing will happen again."

The man's body was shocked and he hugged her: "Yes, it's fine now, you and my son are all I have."

Lin Qing rolled his lips, remembering that the whim in the early morning pulled him to see his son's photo before he was four years old. At that time, I took a lot of pictures from abroad and uploaded them to the Internet, but I didn't care about finishing them when I came back.

He just downloaded them one by one, and basically the pictures were taken by the son alone. Occasionally, there were photos of her and Orange Orange. Of the hundreds of photos, only one appeared with Daze.

It was Orange Orange who stuck to her and had to take a group photo with her, because the other children were accompanied by their parents.

For more than four years of companionship, Mu Chongdi was grateful to Dai Ze. At least he was able to take care of him when he was away.

As for the other disputes, he could ignore them.

It was too late to do part-time work. Bai Xuan got off the bus and wrapped up his trench coat to return to the old house he rented. She lived on the third floor, and one of the lamps was broken in the corridor, leaving only a dim light bulb barely able to see the steps under her feet.

The dark night made this situation even more gloomy, the shaking tree shadows screamed, and children in the open-air courtyard screamed and ran past.

Hearing the child's voice, Bai Xuan's heart was violently choked, the day passed by, and it was another week in a blink of an eye. After listening to Lin Qing's words that day, she finally flinched, and didn't dare to take a syringe to find Mu Li.

At this time, she can no longer challenge Mu Li's bottom line, otherwise she may lose her last chance.

Time is very precious to her, and it is even more tormenting.

Turning on the lights in the room, Bai Xuan suddenly stunned, and then almost screamed.

The room was rummaged, and not many items were thrown all over the floor. The scene of chaos ran into her eyes without warning.

Seeing the bedboard, Bai Xuan walked up a few steps to her knees on the ground, and opened her eyes, her eyes rising with irresistible anger and hatred.

The syringe and the money that Liang Ruoyi gave her were all gone.

Bai Xuan ran out of the room and knocked on the door of the landlord who had always been unwilling to provoke him. "Come out, why are you stealing my stuff!"

Fist punched on the wooden door. There was no response inside the room, and Bai Xuan kicked up.

The light in the living room was pretty good. Hanging overhead could see the surroundings clearly. Bai Xuan saw a shadow on the door panel moving towards this side. She turned suddenly, and the landlord approached her with a smile.

"Knock my door so late, what's the matter with me?"

In Bai Xuan's eyes, the landlord was already a personal face, she picked out the dangerous area and reached out with a finger: "Return my things!"

The landlord didn't know whether it was true or not, and spread his hand and shook his head: "What?"

"Don't pretend, didn't you turn my room?"

"Your room has been turned over, it's my fault." The landlord still had a bottle in his hand and drank too much. He was a deadly alcoholic gambler, but Bai Xuan couldn't find anything cheaper than this. The house lived otherwise she would have left.

Liang Ruoyi's money is not a small amount, more importantly, the syringe!

"It's all about you, who else can you not have?"

Bai Xuan rushed over and rummaged in his pocket, except for a few pieces of waste paper. She frustrated and retracted her hand, and the landlord stuck his wrist fiercely. "

"Who wants your face." Bai Xuan shook off his hand, the bottle exploded on the wall behind him, and his uncle in his forties was in direct proportion to his strength. He grabbed her wrist and dragged it into the room.

Bai Xuan was terrified and couldn't shake her hard, then she was afraid. There is also a woman who rents this house. The woman works in a bar. The time of returning every day is uncertain. Bai Xuan shouted twice, and no one else was at this time.

She almost broke free, the landlord simply pressed her to the ground, and a piece of broken glass fell into her back shoulder. Bai Xuan held back the pain and grabbed the glass and threw it on the landlord's body, but to no avail, the back of the windbreaker was soon stained with blood.

The bottom shirt was torn hard, and her legs were constantly moving. Bai Xuan cried and screamed for help. The house here is not soundproof, and someone will surely hear it.

But no one came to the rescue.

People who live here can live on day after day with the concept that one thing is worse than one less.

No one knows who his neighbors really are. Even if he can't bear it, he won't really shoot.

"Don't make a noise!" The landlord covered her face, and suddenly the dark shadow was pressed down.

"Get away!"

Nauseous and pungent wine, Bai Xuan retched for a while. Her knees were on the main part of the landlord, but she couldn't make the best effort. Instead, she was caught by the landlord, angered his bestiality. .

Seeing it was the last step, she picked up the empty wine bottle by the wall, and when she struggled, she accidentally touched the bottle and rolled down. The landlord's eyes were red, where he could see these details, and it wasn't until Bai Xuan smashed the bottle on his head that he cracked down.

"You" he opened his mouth and couldn't say a whole sentence.

The landlord fell to the side, and the blood on his face covered his head. Bai Xuan climbed into the distance, shaking her hands for a long while before getting dressed, and she stood up against the wall.

The fishy smell gradually drifted away in the narrow space, and the windows closed tightly, but cold wind penetrated into the old window. She was trembling with chills, and her eyes were fixed on the landlord.

The landlord failed to stand up again.