The poor little one returns home, the whole family is reborn and loves the little one crazily

[The group’s favorite baby boy article, a warm and slow growth article]

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Under the cover of night, in a dirty and messy building, a drunk middle-aged man took out his key to open the door and went home. Seeing that no one was in the house, he kicked the door open.

The loud bang frightened the little figure in the room and made him tremble.

"Little beast, did you pick up the bottles today? You still dare to be lazy. I think your courage is growing."

The man picked up the broom and moved closer to the corner. A small figure huddled in the corner, and his voice was childish and full of panic: "I picked it up, I picked it up..."

"Where's the money?"

The little figure tremblingly took out five dollars and handed it over.

"Just five dollars? What do you want to eat?" The middle-aged man's fierce voice came, punching and kicking the little figure, "Get out and make money, you want to eat for free! Useless thing!"

Then he pulled the little figure's thin arm, picked him up and threw him into the living room.

"What are you yelling for?" A woman came out of the room, "Why aren't you resting so late at night?"

The woman looked at the child on the ground with a trace of disgust in her eyes, "What are you doing lying there? Get out of here! Don't come back if you can't make money!"

The little figure climbed up tremblingly, but finally lost his balance and fell down again.

His eyes were red and his little mouth was tightly pursed. He didn't dare to cry out at all, for fear of being severely beaten again. He hurriedly used his hands and feet to crawl towards the door.

The woman walked towards the middle-aged man and said in a gentle voice, "Why bother with a little beast? Let's go and have a rest. I have learned two new tricks. You can try them~"

boom--

The door closed without any reluctance.

The little fellow in tattered clothes leaned against the gray wall at the door, tears streaming down his face. A few sobs escaped from the corners of his tightly closed mouth, but then stopped quickly.

After a while, he raised his bruised arm to wipe away his tears, picked up the snakeskin bag beside him and went to the stairs.

This is the third floor, and a small figure is climbing down the stairs little by little.

Finally arriving at the front door, the little fellow climbed up, holding onto the wall, and went outside in his tattered little slippers.

In the old suburbs, the streets are full of garbage, and even on early winter nights, the smell is still unpleasant.

A small figure was walking on the street dragging a pocket that was several times bigger than him, sneezing occasionally.

The dim street lights flickered gently, lengthening his thin figure with a touch of sadness.

The little guy dragged his bag and rummaged through the garbage bit by bit. He picked up a bottle and skillfully crushed it with his little feet. Finally, he put it into his pocket with a smile. He also picked up the cardboard and put it into his pocket.

After a while, the snakeskin bag bulged up little by little, but the little guy didn't dare to slack off and continued to rummage through various garbage dumps, hoping to find more bottles and cartons so that he could go back to sleep tonight.

The little guy found another mineral water bottle and was about to crush it when a drunk figure came in front of him. He staggered and knocked the little guy down.

"Yes..."

Before the childish apology was finished, a vicious voice was heard.

"Where did this thing come from? It's blocking the road, don't you know?"

"roll!"

The drunken thug kicked the little guy who was blocking his way away.

The little guy fell to the ground, and the pain in his body and the fear in his heart made him cry out instantly.

"Cry! Why are you crying? Shut up!"

Annoyed by the crying, the drunken thug rushed over and started punching and kicking the crying kid.

"I'll make you cry! I'll make you cry!"

"Shut up!"

The little guy closed his mouth and dared not make a sound. He held his head tightly with his little hands and curled up into a ball.

Don’t hit me…

Help...help me...

I don't know how long it took, my body was getting more and more painful, and my consciousness was gradually fading away...

In a trance, he smelled a pleasant fragrance.

"Xiaobao, brother is here, don't be afraid, brother is here."

"If you dare to touch my little treasure, beat me up!"

"Fight to death!"

Listening to two voices with different tones, my consciousness fell into darkness.

Gu Sheng looked at his wounded brother in his arms, his eyes red and his body trembling. Why didn't he do it earlier...

"Xiaobao..." His Xiaobao...

He picked up the weightless little guy and put him in the car. Before getting in, he stared at the gangster with his sinister and cold eyes, "Break his limbs, and throw him into the deep sea before he dies. I want him to feel the taste of death bit by bit!"

If you touch his little treasure, you should die!

After saying that, he got into the car without looking back, and the car quickly drove to the hospital.

In the operating room of the Children's Department of the Imperial Capital Private Hospital, the red light was on. Outside the operating room, a young man sat on a chair, grabbing his hair with both hands, full of anxiety.

His little treasure...

Why didn’t it happen earlier? If it had been earlier, he could have saved his little treasure earlier and prevented him from suffering so much.

Half an hour ago, he rolled down the stairs and when he woke up again, he had a lot of memories in his mind.

He knew that he was reborn, and was reborn to a time when the Gu family had not yet discovered that they had taken the wrong child.

In his previous life, his Xiaobao came back half a year later, skinny, covered in wounds, with a look of cowardice in his eyes.

The fake young master was also there, but the Gu family did not go back. As for why, it was because they were all bewitched, bewitched by the fake young master.

In their eyes, they can only see the fake young master, not Xiaobao. Whatever the fake young master does is right, including killing and arson, while whatever Xiaobao does is wrong, including drinking water and sleeping.

Later, poor Xiaobao died at the age of sixteen. He was pushed down the stairs and died by the fake young master. However, they thought there was nothing wrong with it and helped the fake young master to exonerate him, saying that Xiaobao fell down and died by himself.

When did he realize something was wrong? It was three years later when his parents died in a car accident, his sister slit her wrists, and his third brother jumped off a building. He was the only one left in the family. Then the invisible constraints seemed to disappear from him. Only then did he realize what they had done and what the problem was.

When he went to find the fake young master, his good brother was lying in his opponent's arms, looking at him with a smile, and told him the truth coldly. He said that he had deliberately pushed his Xiaobao to death by pushing him down the stairs. His parents' car accident, his sister's wrist-cutting, and his third brother's jumping off the building were all caused by him, just to make his own life better.

When he asked him why, he said: I am the protagonist of this world, and you are destined to be cannon fodder under my feet. It is your honor to pave the way for me.

It was only at this time that he realized that there was a so-called system in the fake young master. It was also because of the system that they ignored Xiaobao and all the bad things done by the fake young master.

He was crazy, but he would never let the fake young master have an easy life. He pulled the fake young master and jumped off the building, and they were smashed into a meat pie.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the floor of the Gu family villa.

He didn't die, he was reborn, and was reborn in the year when Xiaobao returned home.

This time, he would never let Xiaobao be killed by the fake young master.

So he hurried to find Xiaobao, but it was too late.

Gu Sheng held his head, slid off the chair, knelt on the ground, and was shrouded in sadness.

Please, God, keep his little baby safe. He deserves a wonderful life and should be loved and pampered by everyone. They should also atone for everything they have done.

As long as Xiaobao is safe, he would sacrifice his life and his health for it.

Click——

The operating room door opened and the doctor came out, "Where are the family members?"

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[A story about a group-loved male baby, with two male protagonists, a warm and slow growth story, focusing on family affection, and the emotional line is in the later stage]

[Please do not bring it into real life, this is where your brain is stored~(￣▽￣～)~]