Pregnant Bailian's Counterattack

Shen Danshu glanced at his watch, it was already past six o'clock, he usually got off work early at this time, and now he still had some miscellaneous work to be done, it must be seven or eight o'clock after he finished.

He is the post editor of the Newsletter Express column of the city TV station. The post production staff of this column plus him have a total of three people, Sister Liu, him, and an intern Song Feifei who just entered the station. Today is Friday and Saturday. It's a holiday, so tomorrow and the next two days of the program will be released together today. Sister Liu's child is sick and leaves early. It was done, but there were still some minor problems during the film review. In the column that Song Feifei was in charge of, there was a report on a robbery case, and there were a few bloody scenes that were not mosaiced. When they came out, Director Ma, who was reviewing the film, said a few words to Song Feifei. In front of Director Ma, Song Feifei was still smiling. She turned around and pulled her face down. Song Feifei graduated from three books and can enter the TV station Relying on the relationship of family members, I heard that her father is the general manager of a jewelry store in this city. This kind of people who come in through the relationship of the back door is too common in TV stations.

Songyuan City is a small city by the sea. Although it is not as prosperous as a big city, the sparrows are small and well-equipped. Anyone who works in this TV station has a background. The eldest lady Song Feifei can't stand being told in person She, she is a little narrow-minded, and she can deal with small things in a big way. After Director Ma left, Song Feifei complained to Shen Danshu, but Shen Danshu smiled and did not answer. There are too many people talking, and a careless word can be passed on by a good-for-nothing. Girls like Song Feifei are rare. Shen Danshu stretched his waist and pulled up the black sweater, revealing a With a white waistline, I called him vaguely just now, saying that I wanted to eat the sauced duck in the farmyard. The small shop closed before eight o'clock. If you don't hurry up, you won't even be able to buy a duck wing. The guy is particularly vengeful, and he can imagine that if he returns empty-handed, the little ancestor will be able to wrestle with him for a few days.

It was past seven o'clock when we left the gate of the TV station, and it was getting dark early in winter, plus it just snowed yesterday, and the road surface was not cleared and icy, Shen Danshu ran a few steps and the soles of his feet slipped, and he almost fell several times After a somersault, when I arrived at the small shop, it happened to be just in time for the proprietress to close.

The proprietress's surname is Li, and she lives in the same village as Shen Danshu's father. Two years ago, she followed her husband to the city and opened a small restaurant. You have to line up to buy it.

When Shen Danshu entered the shop, the proprietress was settling accounts, and when she saw him, she greeted him with a smile, "Why are you here at this time, Danshu?"

"Aunt Li, is there any more sauced duck?" Shen Danshu leaned over to the counter, and smiled with his eyebrows bent. Shen Danshu has two small canine teeth, and his smile is bright and generous, with a little naivety, which makes people feel very comfortable. It's hard to refuse when I beg you.

"Do you want to eat?" There was one left in the kitchen, which was originally kept by his family's old alcoholic to drink with his poker friends.

"Think, our family asked for this by name, no, I came here as soon as I got off work."

Aunt Li closed the ledger, glanced upstairs, lowered her voice and said to Shen Danshu: "Wait." Then she quietly went into the kitchen to wrap up the sauced duck, and picked up another twenty sheets that were still steaming. Pancakes, a handful of shallots and coriander, and a few cold dishes were put in a plastic bag. When I came back, I saw Shen Danshu paying out money and hurriedly stopped him. His old man had a backache two days ago, so he took a bottle of medicinal wine from Shen Danshu's father. There is no money, so it is unreasonable to charge money for these leftover vegetables. Besides, she is also a little selfish. The sauced duck was given to Dan Shu, and the old man has no excuse to go out for a drink, so it happened to be returned to Father Shen. favor.

"You take it, don't give the money. I took a bottle of medicinal wine from your father for nothing two days ago and haven't given you any money. Take it as something I ate for nothing."

"That can't be done. If my dad finds out, he'll have to scold me again." As he spoke, he stuffed the money into the account book beside him, "Let's go, Aunt Li." Shen Danshu ran out the door with a bag of things in a few steps , by the time the proprietress chased him out, Shen Danshu had long since disappeared.

At this time, the bus back to the village had stopped early, and Shen Danshu spent [-] yuan to take a taxi to the gate of the village. When he got off the bus, the wind blew up, and the cold wind poured into his collar. Shen Danshu turned to the side road with his things , there were few people walking on the path, and the snow was extremely deep. When I walked to the door of the house, there was a layer of snow foam on my head and body.

Shen Danshu opened the door with his head down, and heard rustling in the haystack not far away, turned his head and saw a small head came out from under the straw curtain.

The owner of the little head saw Shen Danshu's eyes light up. Shen Danshu at night was startled by the light. The little doll ran to Shen Danshu, raised his head and called, "Father."

Shen Danshu originally wanted to say a few words to him seriously, it would be uncomfortable to play outside in such a cold day, seeing his son's pitiful eyes, his heart softened again, he sighed, hugged him into his arms, and opened his mouth with one hand. Walking through the gate, he asked, "What are you doing outside so late?"

His son’s nickname is Huohu, and he is five years old this year. Yuxue is smart and has a cute spirit. He runs around with a group of half-grown kids in the village all day long. Seeing his father ask this question, he blinked, "Go skating with brother Tiezi?" .” Later, when Dad blamed him, he pushed it on Brother Tiezi.

Shen Danshu's heart skipped a beat. The reservoir at the village head was frozen. A child fell into it two days ago when he was playing. Fortunately, he found it in time, otherwise a little life would have been lost. Thinking of this, he was terrified and hugged his mushy arms a tight.

"Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to play in the reservoir? Dad said it was dangerous there, and you ignored it, didn't you?" The stern tone showed that Shen Danshu was already angry.

Pussy pouted aggrievedly, hugged his father's neck with his two small arms, and shook his head, "We didn't go to the reservoir, we played in the creek next to the rice field, and roasted sweet potatoes, which are reserved for Dad." Confusedly, he took out the paper bag in the padded jacket, which was wrapped with something black and steaming, Shen Danshu looked at the little face in his arms, kissed it without dislike, and said worriedly, "Don't go Reservoir play."

The room is very warm, Shen Danshu turned on the light, went into the kitchen to warm up the sauced duck and pancakes, and when he opened the refrigerator, he saw that there were several bottles of canned fruit in it. He was late from work today, so Shen Danshu called his father and asked him to go to the kindergarten to pick him up. Muddy, it must have been brought to his grandfather when he came back. The canned fruit was made by Shen’s father at home. Shen Danshu doesn’t like sweets, but he especially likes canned fruit. In addition to being bad for the body, Shen's father later learned to make canned fruits from others. Every winter, he would make several kinds of canned fruits for Shen Danshu, such as apples, peaches, hawthorn...

Gooey washed his little face, put on his slippers and ran to the living room, the TV in the living room was on, Shen Danshu set the meal on the low table next to the sofa, poured a glass of orange juice for Googo, sat down next to Shen Danshu, and washed The clean little face is watery, the long eyelashes are like a small fan, and the big eyes are looking at the sauced duck on the plate, and the saliva is about to come down.

Huohu drank the vegetable soup from the porcelain bowl, Shen Danshu rolled the sauced duck meat with pancakes and handed it to his mouth, squinted his eyes and "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Shen Danshu stuffed the other half into his mouth.

After dinner, I watched cartoons with me for a while, the little guy was a little bit wrong today, his eyes were bright, and he was full of energy, he refused to sleep after watching the cartoons, and kept pestering Shen Danshu to talk.

"Father, the general is about to give birth. Uncle Xu promised me that the first pony born will be confused."

The general is the mare raised in the pasture behind their house. It is said to be a pasture, but it is actually a large pasture that cannot be used as arable land. A few years ago, it was hired by his college classmate and friend Xu Shaoli, and raised several horses and cows. , Xu Shaoli studied painting. When he was in college, he followed Shen Danshu to the village to play. He fell in love with the land full of weeds at a glance. In the name of cultivating his own sentiment for painting, he asked his father for it. With a sum of money, he made this place his own territory, and he would come here a few times a year to play, fool around with a few paintings and return them to his father for work, and Shen Danshu would take care of the rest of the time.

Shen Danshu touched his brow, the temperature was normal, "What do you want a pony cub for?"

Smiling happily, he rolled around on the big bed, "You can ride a pony to see Dad and Grandpa."

Shen Danshu kissed his forehead, and said "Yes", "Is the baby going to sleep with Daddy today?"

Humbly and quickly threw himself into Shen Danshu's arms, and said loudly: "Father keeps what he says."

It’s past ten o’clock after I put Mu Mu to sleep. Shen Danshu turned off the lights, and in the dark, he used a small fan to gently fan Mu Mu. His body has a characteristic, his face, hands and feet are hot. The forecast was accurate, sometimes it was too hot, his fair little face was flushed, and he couldn't sleep all night. Shen Danshu had to be by his side and wipe his hands and face with a wet towel to make him feel better.

Shen Danshu touched his son's face and sighed, this problem was exactly the same as that person's.

That person is the other dad who is confused, Jiang Huihe, the second son of the Jiang family, Shen Danshu's benefactor in college, and the only man Shen Danshu loved deeply.