Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

"Xueqiu, my brother was blind just now, but now he has come to his senses. Suddenly, he feels that this boy in ancient costume is really stunning. Compared with him, everyone else is rotten fish and rotten shrimp."

Song Yinzhi stood at the door of the baby's room and scratched the door frame, looking at the baby lying on his side on the bed with an unlovely face.

The child was surrounded by shadows within a few meters. From this point of view, his young back even had barcode special effects that only appeared in cartoons.

Although Song Yinzhi really didn't know why the child would get angry and sentimental over such a trivial matter.

By the way, who is this costumed man? He reacted so strongly, is he a relative?Or is it just the type he simply prefers?

The baby didn't make a sound, and lay there silently, like an eighty-year-old man, waiting for his own sage time.

Seeing that the baby was still ignoring him, Song Yinzhi had no choice but to leave the room in desperation, not daring to continue pestering him.

It is written in the early childhood education manual that when a baby ignores you, it probably means that he is really heartbroken. At this time, you can’t keep asking him what he did wrong. Most of the time, there is no reason to talk to children. That's it.

Thinking about it, Song Yinzhi opened the refrigerator, looked around in the full refrigerator, and suddenly found a bag of Xuemei Niang powder in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator.

Sure enough, summer still wants to eat Xue Mei Niang.

Cut mango and strawberry into small pieces, add fresh milk and sugar to whip into whipped cream, put the cool white and Haoxue Mei Niang powder aside, cover with plastic wrap and make a small hole, then fry the glutinous rice flour and put it in a container——

Dangdang, the fat, fat and fragrant Xue Fatty is complete~ Finally, add two fox ears to Xue Mei Niang, cut out a long mouth, and decorate the nose with chocolate beans. The delicious and good-looking fox lady Xue Mei Mom, the baby will definitely like it.

Four chubby foxes, Xue Mei Niang, were neatly placed on the dinner plate, with a layer of oil paper underneath to prevent sticking.

Song Yinzhi came to the little baby's room cautiously, even with such a hint of flattery.

Knocked on the door lightly, the little baby might still be angry, so he ignored it, Song Yinzhi stood for a while, and opened the door silently.

The child was indeed a child, lying on the bed and falling asleep.

Song Yinzhi put down the dinner plate, walked over quietly, and lightly pulled the blanket around the baby's feet to cover him.

The baby seemed to be awakened by this slight movement, opened his misty eyes, and looked at the man in front of him who was smirking at him.

"Hey..." The baby let out a whimper as if coquettishly.

Song Yinzhi gently picked up the baby, let him lean in his arms, stroked his soft hair, and coaxed: "Snowball, go to sleep, wake up and eat Foxxue Meiniang."

The baby's cheek leaned against Song Yinzhi's shoulder, his chubby little face rubbed gently against his shoulder, his eyelids became heavy, and sleepy bugs flew around him.

The child seems to be sleeping most of the time, but he is full of energy at night, probably because he sleeps too much during the day.

When Song Yinzhi was tidying up the tableware in the kitchen, he saw the little baby holding a Xue Mei Niang bigger than his fist in his hand. He took a small bite, chewed for a long time, and then stretched out his little hand with a milky voice:

"Second-rate."

Song Yinzhi smiled and shook his head: "Eat, brother is full."

The little baby frowned, still held up the Xue Mei Niang stubbornly, stood on tiptoe and tried to send it to Song Yinzhi's mouth: "Time!"

Unable to resist him, Song Yinzhi had no choice but to take a small bite, smashing his mouth, pretending to be amazed: "It's so sweet! Is it because of Xueqiu's little hands?"

As he spoke, he wiped his wet hands, squatted down in front of Little Snowball, and rubbed his soft fur:

"thank you."

The little baby looked at his little hand in surprise, a little confused, and then stretched out the little hand stained with Xue Mei Niang's powder to Song Yinzhi's mouth:

"clatter."

There seemed to be a secret joy in the golden eyes.

Song Yinzhi smiled and took the baby's little hand, and kissed his palm.

Little Xueqiu stared blankly at her little hand that had been kissed. After a long time, she raised her foot to catch up with Song Yinzhi who was walking out, grabbed his pants, and rubbed all the Xue Mei Niang powder on the dark pants .

"Hug~"

"Hugs, Xueqiu is so good."

In fact, after a day, Song Yinzhi was very sleepy. Although he was a house husband, he always felt more tired than when he was at work. It was either heart fatigue or back pain from too much work.

And the baby who slept all afternoon is now energetic like a kitten, jumping up and down, curious to touch and take a look at everything, seeing Song Yinzhi lying on the bed drowsy, the little baby is not reconciled, and immediately gets out of the bookshelf Pulling out a book of fairy tales, he stumbled up to Song Yinzhi, and launched a star attack with his cute big eyes:

"tell a story."

Song Yinzhi reluctantly opened his eyes, took the storybook and glanced at it.

It's a collection of Grimm's fairy tales.

Song Yinzhi remembered this book as a required reading list when he was in elementary school, but he vaguely remembered that this book contained a few scary and weird stories, such as the little girl who stepped on bread through the mud, and finally sank into hell. .

Childhood shadows, I still feel my scalp tingling when I think about it now.

"Little Xueqiu, the stories in this book are a bit early for you. Brother, let me tell you some interesting stories. Well, let me think about it, how about a mermaid."

Little Xueqiu's heart: No.12 times.

Sure enough, Song Yinzhi was a fool, he was clearly telling a story to Xiao Xueqiu, but he fell asleep first while talking.

Little Xueqiu looked at the sleeping fool on the bed, pouted, staggered out of bed, and took out the watercolor pen from the drawer.

He looked at the pile of annoying artist photos on the table, and put his own adult photo in the middle for a careful comparison.

It's reasonable, but whoever has eyes will choose himself, okay?

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, Feng Qi took out a watercolor pen, and used the "big armpit hair growth technique" to add several long strands of armpit hair to the armpits of that handsome artist.

I took the photo of the sunny boy again, helped him change his shape, gave him a perm, and added two rubs of nose hair.

This is not over yet, as a one-and-a-half-year-old child who must take revenge, of course he cannot let go of the person who made him so angry——

Thinking, he slowly looked at Song Yinzhi who was still lying on the bed.

How about painting his face?The mole is still a wart, or just a big birthmark, which makes him angry.

Song Yinzhi is very thin and has a very small face. Even if he is lying down, the flesh on his face will not spread out like other people.

He also believes in a sense of ritual when he sleeps, with his hands folded on his abdomen, his legs close together, straight and slender, he looks like Snow White lying in a crystal coffin after accidentally eating a poisoned apple, waiting for the arrival of the prince .

Baby Feng Qi sat beside him holding a red watercolor pen, staring quietly at his face, with her little hand resting only two centimeters from his lips.

After a while, he sighed helplessly and slowly put down his hand.

On Song Yinzhi's side, he was sleeping in a daze, and vaguely felt a slight commotion coming from around him. He thought it was the little baby who was tinkering with something new, so he didn't care, after all, sleepiness had already overcome his reason now.

Just before he completely fell asleep, he felt as if something furry was scratching his face, accompanied by bursts of strange fragrance, a bit like the touch of long hair.

Immediately afterwards, for no reason, a soft touch suddenly fell on the lips.

A little bit of water, just a little bit of water. ****

At the end of August, the summer vacation officially came to an end, and the courses of the early education center also ushered in the last class.

At the end of the early childhood education class, there will be a very formal parent-teacher meeting, and every parent is required to attend.

Thinking about being treated as a free trial class by some parents last time because of inappropriate attire, Song Yinzhi rarely wanted to dress up properly.

He opened the closet, searched and found nothing that could be worn out, but the beautifully packaged shopping bag in the corner caught his attention.

Surprised, he took out the shopping bag and opened it, which contained a luxury brand shirt with exquisite workmanship and high-quality materials.

???

When did I buy this kind of clothes.

In fact, on the night of being kidnapped by Duan Siwei, Feng Qi had already collected all the memories about Duan Siwei in Song Yinzhi's mind with the little demon power left, so that Song Yinzhi only vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a person, but as for this person? Who it was, he really couldn't remember at all.

Forget it, don't think about it if you can't remember it, Song Yinzhi is definitely not the kind of person who likes to make things difficult for himself.

Thinking about it from another angle, this might not be my clothes. After all, this is the wardrobe that my aunt used to use. What if she bought it for a good friend.

Song Yinzhi casually stuffed his clothes into the bottom layer, flipped left and right, and managed to find the shirt he wore when he went to a state-owned enterprise for an interview. It was not expensive, three to four hundred yuan, it was better than wearing a faded T-shirt in the past, right? .

The so-called parent meeting is nothing more than a face-saving project. At the end, the teacher said that the next course will start in October. During this period, he will recommend a few educational books for children.

After the end, Song Yinzhi took the baby to the bookstore to buy the books recommended by the teacher, and returned home after all the hardships.

Song Yinzhi was trimming the weeds in the yard, while the little baby was sitting in his room looking at the few educational books he just bought.

But Song Yinzhi always felt that these so-called educational books were unnecessary for a baby with an IQ of 145.

After pulling out the weeds in the corner, he threw them into a pile in the middle of the courtyard, while the dog Yaoji shook its big stick-like tail, and even cleverly helped to pile up the weeds.

In the quiet afternoon, the sun was just right. After cleaning the courtyard, Song Yinzhi reluctantly straightened his small waist, which was about to be broken in two. Looking at the clean courtyard, he felt an inexplicable sense of pride.

When he was in the unit before, no matter how good the work was, no matter how fiercely the leader praised him, there was still no wave in his heart. He probably felt that even if he received an international award for something he didn't like, he would not be particularly happy.

But when cleaning the courtyard, Song Yinzhi would look at this piece of grass and think, maybe he can make a slide for Xiao Xueqiu here, and a swing over there. Thinking like this, he will be full of sense of accomplishment.

Song Yinzhi constructed a beautiful blueprint in his mind, giggled by himself, and then habitually looked at the window of Xiao Xueqiu's room.

What is this little baby doing now?I must have read a book and saw that I fell asleep again, but I couldn't wake up when I screamed, and then I got up at night to torment others.

Song Yinzhi grinned and looked over with a smile in his eyes——

Then a smile froze on his face for an instant.

Who is that man standing by the window of the baby's room?

The author has something to say: In the future, there will be no accidents at 7:[-] p.m.