Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

Early the next morning, without waiting for the alarm clock to ring, Song Yinzhi woke up in a nightmare of wandering for no reason.

I can't tell what the dream is, it has nothing to do with ghosts, it just feels like being heavily suppressed by someone, and I can't breathe no matter what.

He struggled hard, the more he struggled, the tighter his body was bound, and in the end, even the last trace of air around his mouth was stripped away.

Song Yinzhi suddenly opened his eyes, only to realize that it was not a dream, but a real one on his chest...

little baby.

That's why there is such a strong sense of suffocation in the dream.

The little baby was lying in his arms with his butt pouted, fingers still in his mouth, and his slender eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on his fair little face.

Song Yinzhi looked at the cutie for a while, then stretched out his hand to hug him to sleep.

As a result, the baby was woken up by this slight movement, and looked at Song Yinzhi with sleepy eyes. When he realized that he was going to leave Song Yinzhi's embrace, he immediately became unhappy. Lao Gao can hang teapots.

Song Yinzhi hurriedly comforted him:

"Good boy, my brother is going to get up and cook, can you sleep here for a while?"

Upon hearing this, the little baby immediately sat up, stretched out his hands and pulled off his little clothes, and put them on his body clumsily.

Song Yinzhi originally wanted to help him, but on second thought, now that the baby is really in a critical period of growth and learning, it's best not to intervene, everything should be based on respecting the child's wishes.

So he sat on the side, looking at the little baby with love in his eyes.

The little baby stretched out his short hands to put on his clothes, climbed off the bed with his buttocks pouted, walked to the door crookedly, and pointed to the doorknob that was a head above him:

"clatter."

Song Yinzhi hurried over, picked up the baby, and carried him to a suitable height. Then the little baby opened the door, leaned in Song Yinzhi's arms, and turned to look at his face.

Song Yinzhi said last time that the baby should learn to wash by himself, and the little guy agreed to him at that time. He really is a child who keeps his promise. After being carried into the bathroom by Song Yinzhi, he took the initiative to pick up the toothbrush cup, squeezed the toothpaste, and brushed his teeth slowly.

After Song Yinzhi washed up, he stood aside and watched the baby wash his face and brush his teeth. His clumsy appearance made him feel pity.

Breakfast is oil-free fried eggs and chicken sausages, and the warm milk exudes a sweet aroma.

The baby was sitting on his walker with a bib on, and a rich and tempting breakfast was placed in front of him. He picked up the fork and poked for a long time, finally poked the chicken sausage up, and ate it with small bites.

The weather is fine today, the temperature of the sun is just right, Song Yinzhi took off the bed sheet and quilt cover in the baby's room, washed it, and hung it in the yard to dry, while the dog Yaoji circled around him, his bright tongue sticking out, drooling all over the place .

The early education center called and said that today is a rest day, and there is no need to send the children there. Song Yinzhi also had a rare leisure time. After washing the quilt and sheets, he sat in the living room watching TV with the baby in his arms.

The scene seemed harmonious, but Song Yinzhi always had a knot in his heart, which was in the way and occupied his heart, disturbing his peace.

Tomorrow is the ultimatum issued by my mother, and I haven't thought about how to explain this to my mother at all.

He didn't want to leave this little bean, and he didn't want to return to that lifeless system. That unit was like a gray prison. Every day he went to work, hoping to perform well and reduce his sentence.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously increased his strength in his hands and hugged the baby in his arms tightly.

The little baby was bored watching the embarrassingly funny children's drama on the TV screen, and suddenly his body was restrained. He raised his head in surprise, staring at Song Yinzhi's face with big golden eyes.

"clatter?"

Only then did Song Yinzhi realize that his strength was too strong, so he quickly relaxed, rubbed the baby's arm, and said softly:

"I'm sorry, little Xueqiu, my brother must have hurt you."

Little Xueqiu climbed up, turned around, put his hands on Song Yinzhi's chest, looked at him, and remained motionless.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 10 minutes passed, and the baby kept looking at him like this, without any intention of ending his gaze.

Song Yinzhi felt a little embarrassed when he saw him, and his face turned red like a rotten tomato. He quickly turned his face away and laughed awkwardly: "What's wrong with Xueqiu? Staring at brother like this."

The little baby didn't speak, and still looked at him without blinking.

This embarrassing feeling is like a group of people singing birthday songs around me, and watching me foolishly closing my eyes and making a wish when it's over.

"Dong dong dong."

At this moment, the knock on the door sounded like the sound of nature, quickly resolving the endless embarrassment.

Song Yinzhi hurriedly hugged Xiaodouding down, muttering in disguise:

"Auntie is back, brother, go open the door, Xueqiu sit down."

As he said that, he took a step with his long legs and quickly left the storm circle.

There seemed to be such a hint of anticipation in his mouth, but from his own point of view, Song Yinzhi did not particularly welcome the return of the nanny, because her return meant that Xiao Douding wanted her to take over, and the time he spent with Douding would be reduced. Fewer.

How much is still a bit reluctant.

And when the nanny came back, even I didn't have the confidence to comfort myself that "there is no one to take care of the baby, so I must stay".

His pace was somewhat lost, his eyelids were drooping, and he walked to the gate with a hopeless expression.

When he put his hand on the doorknob, his mood fell to the bottom instantly.

Although, this is the job of the nanny, how can I do it for myself because of selfishness.

He took a deep breath, put his hand on the doorknob, slowly twisted the handle, and opened the door——

The smell of inferior cosmetic powder that middle-aged women love is mixed with the scent of cheap lipstick.

At the door, it was unexpectedly not the expected face.

There was a woman standing outside the door, about 50 years old, with light makeup on her face and a small wool curl. The clothes on her body could be seen at a glance as street stalls worth tens of dollars. The only expensive thing should be the arm The bag I was carrying, but it cost hundreds of dollars.

For a long time, this face was almost becoming Song Yinzhi's nightmare.

Since she was in elementary school, she always only said "study is what you should do, don't bother with the rest".

If there is more, it should be "why is it so different from No.1, have you studied hard?".

Song Yinzhi's mother was standing at the door, with a pair of sharp eyes under the slender eyebrows, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, and her face was slightly mean.

At first glance, Song Yinzhi was covered in cold sweat, even exaggerating to the point that his hands were trembling.

It seemed that the person standing in front of him was not his own mother, but the prison guard who came to take him back to the prison.

"Mom?" Song Yinzhi called out in a daze.

Song Yinzhi's mother stared, glanced at him, bumped him away with her shoulder, and went straight into the room.

"Mom, are you really here?" Song Yinzhi hurried to catch up.

His mother glanced at him and sneered: "Why, the law stipulates that I can't come?"

"That's not what I meant. Didn't you say that tomorrow will be the latest..." Song Yinzhi said in a lower voice.

"I need your permission to come?" Song Yinzhi's mother bypassed him, and walked slowly to the entrance on five or six centimeter high heels.

Baby Feng Qi was sitting on the sofa in the hall, looking curiously with his short legs, and finally saw such a hostile aunt.

Song Yinzhi's mother stared at the baby on the sofa with a pair of red phoenix eyes. After watching for a long time, she sneered again:

"Just to take care of such a thing, you don't even listen to your mother?"

"He's not a thing, his name is Feng Qi." Perhaps it was the words "such a thing" that stimulated Song Yinzhi, and he dared to attack his strict mother directly.

"Look at your virtue. Those who don't know think this child was born by you, huh? What's his relationship with you? Protect him like this." Although the mother had a smile on her face, there was no smile in her eyes.

Looking at his mother's weird smile, Song Yinzhi couldn't help shivering, and his tone weakened immediately:

"He's just a kid, there's no need to say it so harshly."

His mother sneered, and changed the topic: "Okay, there's no need to talk about the extras, pack your things, and I'll call a car."

"What?" Song Yinzhi was stunned.

"Do you want me to say it again? Your ears don't work after you leave home for a month?" Mother's voice suddenly rose a little.

The piercing sound, like the sound of fingernails scratching on the iron sheet, instantly aroused layers of goose bumps.

"But I'm gone and no one will take care of the child." Song Yinzhi argued, "He's only one and a half years old, so I can't let me just leave him here."

"Does it have something to do with you? Has this family paid you a salary? No, no, why do you still care about him, and the child is so old, and he doesn't know how to find food when he is hungry?"

"Mom, don't be like this, can you listen to people speak well." Song Yinzhi suddenly raised his voice, and the little baby who was still sitting on the sofa trembled with fright.

"While I'm still patient, pack up quickly. If you don't want to pack up, then don't buy new ones." After speaking, Song Yinzhi didn't want to continue talking nonsense with him, so he turned his head and stepped out of the gate of the villa.