Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

Song Yinzhi packed his luggage and just got up, planning to take a bath first, when suddenly he heard the dog Yaoji barking wildly in the yard.

Especially large dogs, barking like thunder, even the floor trembled.

Song Yinzhi thought the dog was hungry, so he hurriedly brought the dog food down.

As a result, Yaoji was grinning viciously and drooling at a lawn beside the fence.

Song Yinzhi thought it was a rat, so he walked over with a broom and scratched the lawn, inspecting it inch by inch.

But after looking for a long time, there was nothing.

"Yaoji, what's the matter?" He asked in surprise.

Yaoji crowed for a while, and suddenly whimpered twice as if it had been hit on the head, and slumped into the doghouse with its ears drooping and tail tucked, making two gasps from time to time.

Song Yinzhi walked over to touch its big head, and coaxed softly: "There's nothing over there, did you read it wrong, come and eat obediently."

Yaoji's whole body was huddled in the corner, his eyes were still glued to the lawn, whimpering like a poor little abandoned man.

Song Yinzhi wondered why the family and the dog were not normal.

"Beep—" the phone beeped.

When he looked at the time, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, so he had to hurry up and prepare dinner for the baby.

He prepared the milk powder, shook it vigorously, then put two drops on the back of his hand to test the temperature, cut an apple and mashed it into apple puree as a food supplement, and then rushed out of the baby's room with the dinner plate.

He knocked on the door: "Little Xueqiu, did brother go in?"

After waiting for a long time, there was no response from inside. Thinking about it, if a one-and-a-half-year-old child came down to open the door for himself, it would be a ghost.

Song Yinzhi pushed open the door, trying to squeeze out a gentle smile: "Little Xueqiu, brother is coming in, we are going to eat."

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the little baby sitting on the bed looking out of the window in a daze. He looked like an old man who was thinking about life.

It's just that the baby's cute little fox one-piece suit is a bit nondescript, and the scene is very gratifying.

"Little Xueqiu, your favorite little fox milk bottle." After speaking, Song Yinzhi handed over the milk bottle in his hand.

The little baby finally turned his head slowly, looked at Song Yinzhi, and slightly narrowed his golden eyes, as if looking at a cerebral palsy with an IQ of less than 65.

Even though he was despised, Song Yinzhi still thought this baby was really cute, like a little angel who strayed into the mortal world.He picked up the baby and put it on his lap, shook the bottle, and said with a smile, "Snowball, come drink neinei."

Although I got goosebumps when I said this, I have the impression that babies like this kind of cute pronunciation, which will make them feel intimacy with the speaker.

The little baby's thin eyebrows twitched into a ball, and then his two tender little hands kept scratching in the air, and his little feet kicked Song Yinzhi's thigh vigorously, as if he wanted to escape.

"What's the matter with Snowball? Don't you like to drink neinei? How about we eat apple puree?" Song Yinzhi protected the baby with one hand in case he would fall, and took the small porcelain bowl on the dinner plate with the other hand, and scooped it up. Take a spoonful and bring it to the baby's mouth.

"Da." But the little baby seemed very unhappy, and struggled vigorously in Song Yinzhi's arms like a little fragrant pig caught by someone.

I don't understand what this kid wants to do.

Song Yinzhi was afraid of hurting him, so he quickly picked up the baby and put him on the bed.

"Okay, brother won't touch you, so you can eat it yourself?"

The little baby crawled to the bed like a nimble hamster, tilted his head, and began to look out the window and think about his young life.

Is it like this for all people who have achieved great things?He has shown a different side since he was a child.

But, you have to eat too.

Thinking about it, Song Yinzhi took the apple puree and walked around to the other side of the bed, looking at the little baby's cold face like an ice sheet in Antarctica, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This child is too cute, he is only one and a half years old, why does he always pretend to be an adult.

Seemingly dissatisfied with being ridiculed, the little baby raised his head and glared at Song Yinzhi, then turned around and stared blankly at the bed.

Song Yinzhi had read infant psychology before when he was taking care of his sister's child. He knew that children of this age had a hard time expressing their feelings because their brains and bodies were not fully developed, and many parents could not understand their children's feelings. Always act on your own will.

For example, you can't crawl on the ground, because the ground is very dirty; you can't touch hot water, for fear that they will be scalded; moreover, you must eat on time, so that your body can grow healthily.

Thus ignoring the child's feelings.

Feelings are innate to everyone. Children who are overprotected will have mild psychosis about the world when they grow up. They cannot understand the feelings of others, have poor empathy, and cannot express their true self. idea.

So Song Yinzhi thinks that since the baby doesn't want to eat, it's probably because he's not hungry, or he doesn't want to eat these single bites of food anymore, so he doesn't have to force him to eat.

Thinking about it, he put down the porcelain bowl, picked up a little fox doll beside the bed, and waved it in front of the baby:

"The baby doesn't want to eat, so let's play with the little fox."

The little baby glanced at him, eyes full of disdain.

"Look, this little fox has nine tails." As he spoke, he scratched the little baby's face with the big furry tail of the little fox.

"roll."

Suddenly, the word "roll" seemed to have given Song Yinzhi a blow in the head.

Did he hear wrong?Is the word "roll" the sound of a baby?No, no, I must have heard it wrong. How could a one-and-a-half-year-old doll say the word "roll", maybe it was because I had auditory hallucinations.

"Our little fox brother wants to make friends with little Xueqiu, let's shake hands, just..."

Before the words fell, the little baby suddenly stretched out his white and tender little hand like a lotus root, grabbed the fox doll in Song Yinzhi's hand, and smashed it on Song Yinzhi's forehead with all his strength, and gave a childish cry :

"roll."

Song Yinzhi was completely stunned by this blow. It didn't hurt, but he felt that it was too weird.

A one-and-a-half-year-old child throws things at others and makes them go away. Who taught this? A child from a normal consortium does not receive prenatal education before birth. After birth, he receives elite education and tries to pretend to be a flawless dummy?

In other words, this child doesn't like himself, it can even be said that he hates himself, and he doesn't even bother to pretend, that's why he has such a big reaction.

So what made him hate me.

The baby sat by the window with his back to Song Yinzhi, looking young, lonely and helpless from his back.

He just looked at the window, as if waiting for someone.

Song Yinzhi finally suddenly realized——

The child's parents are busy with work, so they threw him into the care of a nanny at such a young age. He has never felt the love of his parents, and he doesn't know how to love others. What he should do is not to take care of him to eat, drink, and stay healthy You can, most importantly, respect his ideas and let him learn to respect others.

Yes, a child who is only that old can know what to hate or what to like.

Song Yinzhi walked over gently, picked up the little fox and put it on the bedside of the baby, and patted his soft back:

"Snowball, if you don't want to eat or play with Brother Fox, how about brother playing with you? Shall we draw together?"

As he said that, he picked up the erasable drawing board from the table, drew a distorted and ugly baby on the board, and then added a heart, pretending to be surprised:

"Why did our little snowball get on the drawing board?"

The little baby pushed away the drawing board without raising his eyes, as if he was too lazy to talk to him.

Next to the heart, Song Yinzhi drew another adult who was also distorted and looked like a wanted criminal: "Look, my brother also ran to the drawing board, and he came to look for our little snowball."

The little baby finally couldn't take it anymore, he climbed out of the bed with his round buttocks, staggered to the door with his bare feet, and then walked out of the room without looking back.

Song Yinzhi was afraid that he would fall, so he quickly put down the drawing board and chased after him, with his hands spread out to protect the baby:

"Where is Snowball going?"

The little baby still ignored him, and was about to go downstairs with his two short legs staggering.

Song Yinzhi didn't dare to go forward to hug him, so he could only follow behind him, half squatting, protecting him with both hands, his old waist was almost broken in two, and followed the baby downstairs bit by bit.

There were only 21 steps, and it took more than ten minutes to go down. He stumbled to the door, tiptoed and reached for the doorknob.

"Is Xueqiu going out?" As he said, Song Yinzhi raised his hand to help him open the door.

The moment the door was opened, the fiery red sunset streamed in, turning their fair faces into light pink.

The baby staggered to the side of the kennel, and when he was about to get in, Song Yinzhi gently grabbed him: "What are you going to do, baby?"

The baby shook off his hand, and stubbornly got into the kennel, lying in Yaoji's arms, blinking his eyes, looking a little sleepy.

Maybe the baby likes dogs, but the previous nanny never allowed dogs to enter the house, so the baby also has some criticisms and chooses to resist in his own way.

What a little bean with personality.

Song Yinzhi smiled, took out the baby's blanket from the room, covered Yibao and Yigou, and then sat on the floor himself.

The baby's little hands tightly grasped Yaoji's claws, breathing smoothly and evenly, and the slender eyelashes revealed fan-shaped shadows on the eyelids, so it looked like a perfect work of art carefully carved out of white jade.

Song Yinzhi watched and couldn't help but took out his phone and took dozens of photos of the baby in various poses and angles.

This child is really cute when he is asleep. Although his temper is a bit weird, in this age when appearance determines three views, even his temper tantrum looks like a spoiled child to Song Yinzhi.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth, spreading a thin layer of gold powder on the baby.

Song Yinzhi just looked at it like this, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

The picture is so beautiful and the atmosphere is so peaceful.

Before, there was always endless work, endless scolding, and unconditional overtime from time to time. Gradually, he was a half-grown child who had just left school, but in an instant he learned to control himself in the adult world. masquerading as their kind.

Song Yinzhi smiled, seeming to be a little self-deprecating.

Suddenly, the old elm above the head made a strange "rustling" sound.

Subconsciously, Song Yin looked up, and it turned out that the wind was blowing.

The wind blew the leaves rustling, and the sky gradually darkened, but very suddenly, as if suddenly covered with a layer of black cloth.

The temperature was low at night, Song Yinzhi was afraid that the baby would catch a cold, so he planned to carry him back to the house quietly.

The "rustling" sound above her head became louder and louder, as if an old witch was chanting a strange spell in her hoarse voice.

Song Yinzhi gently carried the baby out of the kennel, supported his little butt, leaned the baby's head on his shoulder, and tiptoed, like a thief, turned around slowly, trying to bring the baby into the house.

But the moment he turned around, he unexpectedly met a pair of light green eyes——

There are two green eyes inlaid in the dark brown bumpy eye sockets, and the black pupil in the middle is slender and long, staring at the two people, one big and one small, in front of them.