Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

And Song Yinzhi, looking at the lonely back of the baby, felt a surge of self-blame for a moment.

I blame myself for being biased and ignoring Xiao Xueqiu's feelings. Compared with Xiao Yudian who has been with her parents since childhood, doesn't this child need more care from others?

Song Yinzhi quickly freed up a hand, knocked on the door, and whispered: "Little Xueqiu, brother has you gone in?"

Hearing the sound, Little Xueqiu stuffed the book "The Robbery" under the pillow almost instantly, and then pinched her thigh with her little hand, desperately trying to squeeze out a few tears.

Sure enough, when Song Yinzhi walked up to Xiao Xueqiu and saw his tearful eyes, his heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and it hurt.

Song Yinzhi hurriedly put down the shrimp dumplings, picked up Xiao Xueqiu from the bed, and his eyes turned red:

"I'm sorry, little Xueqiu, brother ignored your feelings, please don't cry, I really know I was wrong this time, and I promise that I will never make such a low-level mistake again in the future."

Little Xueqiu sniffed, raised her little hand to help him wipe away tears: "Brother, don't cry..."

Song Yinzhi put him on the bed and helped him tidy up his messy little clothes with a very soft voice, like a feather scratching his heart.

"But little Xueqiu, can you promise me that you will get along well with my brother in the future."

Hearing this sentence, the little Xueqiu who was still rafting in self-impression immediately drooped her face, and blurted out almost without hesitation:

"No."

"Why." The book says, learn to listen to your child's thoughts.

Little Xueqiu thought for a while before saying, "He, I hate it."

Hearing this meaningless answer, Song Yinzhi sighed secretly in his heart, and continued: "But even if you hate him, there must be a reason, why do you hate him?"

Little Xueqiu seemed to be deliberately avoiding this question, tilting his head, completely ignoring Song Yinzhi, and began to play with his fingers.

Song Yinzhi shook his little arm lightly, and asked again: "If he doesn't do well in any place and makes you unhappy, I can educate him and let him correct it, right?"

Little Xueqiu turned her head with her mouth pursed, and Song Yinzhi's overly sincere face was reflected in her golden pupils.

"Because... when he first came, Ni held his hand."

Hearing this answer, Song Yinzhi almost laughed out loud.

He had been thinking before, whether the reason for the quarrel between the two brothers was the influence of the original family, the preference of the parents, the competition for property...

But this little guy actually told himself that he hated Feng Chen only because he held Feng Chen's hand when he entered the door.

For a moment, Song Yinzhi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Before Song Yinzhi could answer, his hand was suddenly pulled up by Xiao Xueqiu, as if to vent his anger, Xiao Xueqiu used his few dozen small teeth to bite his fingertips in a moderate manner, while biting, At the same time, he raised his eyes to quietly observe the changes in Song Yinzhi's expression.

He was smiling, there were faint traces in his eyes, but his eyes were clear, like a pool of autumn water.

Little Xueqiu watched, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly committed herself to hug Song Yinzhi's neck, and buried her little face in his neck.

"My brother will always only love Xueqiu." It seemed to be coquettish, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to swear his sovereignty.

Song Yinzhi stroked his hair, and coaxed softly: "Of course, brother likes you the most, but you have to promise brother that you won't do anything to Xiao Yudian again, okay?"

Little Xueqiu slowly let go of her little hand and looked into Song Yinzhi's eyes.

From the delicate eye tip to the micro powder lip corner.

He stared blankly, and after a long while, he nodded perfunctorily and reluctantly.

"That mud is not rich enough to love others." Little Xueqiu tightly grasped Song Yinzhi's fingers, "Otherwise, buy a chain and tie it up."

Song Yinzhi:? ? ?tie what?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Song Yinzhi picked up the bowl of shrimp dumplings on the table, picked up one and brought it to Xiao Xueqiu's mouth:

"You didn't eat breakfast, you must be hungry. Brother made shrimp dumplings for you last night. Would you like to eat one?"

Little Xueqiu supported his hand, and obediently took a bite of the shrimp dumpling.

"Is it delicious?" Song Yinzhi asked expectantly.

Little Snowball nodded: "Good time."

His cheeks were cutely puffed up, while he was chewing shrimp dumplings, his little hands were not idle, playing with Song Yinzhi's fingers very boredly.

He lightly touched Song Yinzhi's ring finger, and suddenly, with three fingers, pinched a circular mark at the root of Song Yinzhi's ring finger.

It looks like wearing a ring.

"Oh, it really hurts." Song Yinzhi pretended to complain, but there was a smile on his face that couldn't be concealed.

After Xiao Xueqiu finished eating the shrimp dumplings, Song Yinzhi planned to tidy up first and then take advantage of today's finally sunny day to wash all the accumulated clothes.

When they went downstairs, they saw Feng Chen was stumbling towards the kitchen with his own bowl.

Seeing this, Song Yinzhi hurried forward to take the bowl, and said softly, "Let my brother wash it, you can go and play."

Even though he said that, Feng Chen still followed Song Yinzhi into the kitchen like an idiot.

When Song Yinzhi was washing the dishes, Feng Chen was standing by the side, tiptoeing, pawing at the sink, staring at Song Yinzhi's hands without blinking, and obediently helping to pass the dish soap.

Seeing his cute appearance, Song Yinzhi smiled, and wanted to touch his head, but thinking of Xiao Xueqiu's words "you can only love me", the hand that had just touched Feng Chen's face couldn't help but shrink back.

Sometimes I think it's funny to be led by the nose by a one-and-a-half-year-old doll.

As soon as I finished washing the dishes, I heard the phone vibrating on the table.

He quickly wiped his hands, and saw a string of strange local numbers displayed on the phone screen.

Thinking it was an advertising sales call, he didn't answer it and just hung up.

But the call came again as if unwilling to give up, and as if with resentment, the vibration was louder than the next.

Song Yinzhi picked it up: "Hi, may I ask who you are?"

"Hello, Mr. Song, do you still remember me, Secretary Lin?"

This hard and icy voice immediately reminded him of that face that looked like an ice sheet in Antarctica.

Just thinking about it can't help shivering,

"Ah, hello, aren't you in Africa, what's the matter with calling?"

There seemed to be the sound of keyboard tapping on the phone, and Secretary Lin's overly cold voice came through the microphone: "I'm in Africa, but seeing that it's sunny today in China, the boss asked me to inform you to take the two children out. Go for a walk, bask in the sun, and prevent osteoporosis."

"Where are you going to take them?"

"It's okay, the park gymnasium, it's best not to go to the beach, it's dangerous."

"Okay, I see." Song Yinzhi sighed, said goodbye, and hung up the phone.

The nearest wetland park is also seven or eight kilometers away from here. With two babies, it can be fatal.

But there is no way, if he is in his position, who will let himself take other people's money.

Called the two children downstairs, and it was still the same, Feng Chen timidly stood aside, Little Xueqiu was full of displeasure, with a haughty attitude, holding Song Yinzhi's hand tightly with one hand, shaking it back and forth, looking at Song Yinzhi from time to time. To Feng Chen, with that expression, no one would believe that he was not showing off.

"My brother will take you to the Wetland Park today. You have to be obedient. You really can't go to some dangerous places. For others, I will decide whether to allow you to do it or not depending on the situation."

Before going out, Song Yinzhi urged him repeatedly.

In this way, one big and two young people embarked on a long journey to the wetland park.

****

It was ten o'clock in the morning when we walked from the remote mansion to the national road, and Father Sun showed his shy round face rarely.

Little Xueqiu held Song Yinzhi's hand tightly and did not let go, while little baby Feng Chen followed silently with his super small schoolbag on his back, like a superfluous outsider.

His legs were short and his walking was staggering and unsteady, but he still tried to move his legs and try to catch up with the two people in front of him.

"Brother, I'm tired, I want to be hugged." Before taking two steps, Xiao Xueqiu yelled that she was tired again, and insisted on asking Song Yinzhi to hug him.

Song Yinzhi glanced at him in embarrassment, then turned his head to look at Feng Chen who had been following closely behind him.

He didn't say a word, and grabbed his schoolbag with both hands. The moment Song Yinzhi turned his head, the eyes of the two met.

Looking at Xiao Xueqiu and Song Yinzhi's tightly clasped hands, the child's eyes unintentionally showed unattainable envy.

He looked at Song Yinzhi, biting his lower lip, with an innocent look on his face, and a trace of anticipation in his eyes unconsciously.

Song Yinzhi couldn't take it anymore, he felt that the sense of guilt was about to kill him, and Xiao Yudian obviously wanted to hold his hand, but he just didn't say anything, and only looked at him with pitiful eyes.

As if sensing Song Yinzhi's hesitation, Xiao Xueqiu pulled Song Yinzhi's hand with a cold face.

Song Yinzhi felt that it was too difficult for him, and so was Secretary Lin, who made him difficult problems.

Song Yinzhi was afraid of offending Xiao Xueqiu, so he quickly turned his head, pointed at something and pretended to be surprised, "Look, it's a rainbow!"

In fact, the other hand has already quietly stretched out in front of Feng Chen.

Feng Chen looked at this slender white hand, touched his palm tentatively, then turned his big hand around, wrapping his small hand like a little bun in his palm.

Just like that, the three of them walked to the aisle in a strange posture, took a taxi, and went straight to the Wetland Park.

Today is a working day, there are really not many people here, and the park is not well built, and the security measures are not good enough, Song Yinzhi feels that the 20 yuan entrance fee is a waste of money.

"Brother, I want to try that pancake again." Little Xueqiu pointed to a small cart selling hand pancakes in the park and said.

"You are too young to eat that now, brother will make it for you after a while, okay?"

"I'll take the next step!" Little Snowball was unhappy, and almost clinging to Song Yinzhi's body like a koala with hands and feet, trembling in a low voice, her big eyes started shooting stars again. "I know, I know, it's not enough to buy it for you, you get off your brother first."

Really, helpless, in the face of Xiao Xueqiu's coquettish and shameless behavior, there is nothing he can do.

Song Yinzhi asked Wanwan to tell the old man who sells hand cakes not to put any ingredients, just add an egg, and other foods are afraid that the baby will spoil his stomach if he eats them.

After speaking, he looked at Xiao Yudian behind him again, and asked softly, "Does Xiao Yudian want to eat finger pancakes?"

Feng Chen glanced at the pancakes, and nodded timidly.

"Don't give it to him!" Little Xueqiu heard it, and it was fine, "Don't give it to him, it's bad!"

"Snowball, don't yell outside." Song Yinzhi tried to persuade him in a very gentle tone.

Although an evil fire has secretly surged into my heart.

How can he be so selfish and unreasonable, he is obviously just a child, everything belongs to him, he wants everything, and he can't give anything to others.

Little Xueqiu closed her mouth and looked at Song Yinzhi angrily.

And Baby Feng Chen, who was ruthlessly crushed and bullied by Little Xueqiu, never said a word, with his small appearance, Song Yinzhi wanted to reach out and hug him.

Then look at the little Xueqiu who is holding the hand-cooked cake and munching on it. The gap is immediately apparent. No wonder others say that a crying child has candy. Little Xueqiu understands it too well.

"Brother, I want to go to the bathroom." Halfway through, Xiao Xueqiu started yelling again and again, and there were many things to do.

Song Yinzhi hurriedly took him to find the public toilet. He wanted to go in with Xiao Xueqiu, but the child didn't agree with anything, probably because he grew up and felt ashamed.

"Then Xueqiu go in by yourself, I'll wait for you outside, be careful." Song Yinzhi waved at him.

One second before entering the bathroom, Little Xueqiu quickly turned his head and looked back and forth between the two people outside like a big detective. After confirming that the two did not do anything out of line, such as holding hands, he slowly walked into the bathroom.

Song Yinzhi just looked at him like this, and after waiting for more than ten seconds to make sure that Little Snowball would not run out suddenly again, he quickly squatted down and took out the baby wipes to wipe the sweat off Feng Chen's forehead.

"Xiao Yudian, are you tired?" He asked with concern.

Feng Chen shook his head, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother..." He said softly, seemingly hesitating a little.

"what happened?"

"Can you, hug me..." This small voice of grievance could drip water.

but!This was the first time Xiao Yu nodded and asked himself a request, especially for such an insignificant treatment that Xiao Xueqiu could enjoy every day, but he was extra cautious when he raised it.

Song Yinzhi felt distressed.

He glanced at the door of the bathroom, then turned his head, stretched out his hands to hold Feng Chen in his arms, stroked the baby's soft hair over and over again, and said softly:

"That's it. In the future, what you want and what you want to do, you have to say it and convey it to others seriously, okay?"

Baby Feng Chen nodded, his fair skin was even covered with a dazzling halo under the sun.

But, suddenly, the child trembled in his arms suddenly, and then struggled slightly.

Song Yinzhi felt strange, and quickly let go of his hand, and then saw his terrified face, his eyes were looking at a certain place, and his pupils trembled.

Following his line of sight, unexpectedly, I saw a small figure at the door of the bathroom.

The storm is coming—

At that moment, Song Yinzhi felt as if he was petrified, stiffened joint by joint from the heel.

"Snow, Snowball..." Song Yinzhi may not even realize it, his voice was trembling, like someone caught in bed.

However, nothing happened to the imaginary storm, the sky was still clear, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, Xiao Xueqiu patted his clothes indifferently and walked out.

"Brother, I want to play over there."

When he said this, his eyes did not look at Song Yinzhi.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-2522:13:20~2020-07-2606:26:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!