Entrepreneurship in a different world

At this time, A Miao also snuggled up to her elder brother, squinting at the little doll curiously.

The little doll has no clothes on, with a shy face.

A Miao looked at the clothes her brother had worn before, and felt a little sympathetic to the little doll.

"Ah!!" He pulled the torn clothes on his body, shook Ah He's arm, and gestured with his fingers a few times.

"A Miao likes this child, and said that he will wear the little clothes that his mother made for him before." Ah He said with a smile.

A Miao nodded again and again, and wanted to run back in the dark to get his little clothes, but was stopped by Wen Rong, "Don't worry, it's too late today, and this kind of thing happened again when I came back, there is still time to go tomorrow. You guys Rest now."

"He's sticky, it's best to wash him." Ah He stretched out his hand to touch the little doll that he had included in the circle of his own people, and carefully reminded Wen Rong.

For Ah He, it is not a matter for him to decide whether Wen Rong should raise the child or not.Brother Wen's willingness to raise him proves that he is a good person. Of course, as Brother Wen's brother, he can accept this child, and slowly learn to get close to him, love him, and protect him.

When he was 12 years old, he dared to pat his chest and say that he could support his younger brother. In his opinion, Wen Rong was much better than him, so it was no problem to raise a child.

"Don't wash it yet, let's talk about it after dawn." At this moment, there is no pot or basin, and the only bucket in the house is borrowed from Ah He's house, and the water cannot be boiled.Although he has never raised a child, he also knows that cold water and raw water cannot be used to bathe the child.

"Go to sleep, there are things to do tomorrow." Wen Rong urged the two brothers to let them go to sleep on the single bed.He turned over the blood-stained mattress, but Mr. Levik's blood was completely dried up, and he couldn't even smell it, and he didn't need to be so particular about it now.

The two He Miao brothers had been sleepy for a long time, and they didn't refuse any more. They fell asleep one after another within a few minutes after climbing into bed.

Taking advantage of the nearly extinguished fire in the room, Wen Rong buried her head in staring at the obedient and quiet little baby in his arms, sighed, put him into her clothes and hugged him in her heart, once and for all Pat him on the back and lull him to sleep.

Everything will wait until tomorrow morning.

This sudden incident disrupted his arrangement, but it didn't matter, as long as he re-planned.

Because of the arrival of the He Miao brothers, Wen Rong couldn't take out the rest of the egg cubs and could only wrong them to stay under the bed for the night.

On the contrary, the little baby in his arms breathed scorchingly on his chest, and his body temperature was much higher than when he was a egg cub, making Wen Rong unable to ignore his existence.

a child!A child that fell from this body of his!A child who doesn't know if he has any blood relationship with this body!

Thinking of this, he felt weak all over his body, and his heart was also entangled in every possible way.Although it wasn't born by him, he acted as a 'breeding box' for the human body and provided them with nutrition. This feeling is quite strange.

...a living child in his arms.

From a certain point of view, he is a real "happy father".

If you want to be a father, you can be a father!Wen Rong closed his eyes in a daze, it would be nice to find some spiritual sustenance and power source in this lonely and helpless world.

It's useless to think so much. Only when it really happens will you know that all imaginations are a waste of time.If it really happened, it can only go with the flow.

After experiencing so many strange and fresh things in the past few days, he felt that even if he saw a flying saucer or an alien creature, he would be able to greet each other calmly.

After Wen Rong fell asleep, as usual, a few lumps of glutinous rice floated down vaguely from the transom on the roof.

This kind of black shadow-like strange thing has a specific target for a long time. After entering, some of them will automatically crawl under the single bed, and the other one will float towards Wen Rong's chest uncontrollably.

A small hand flew out from Wen Rong's chest unexpectedly, grabbing it and dragging it back forcefully, only to hear a lovely 'Ah Woo' sound, and the room was completely quiet now.

Every night, in a reality that no one else can see, something else is going on.

For example, no one can see the 'slums', nor do they know what they are, and what they are doing in this 'slum'.

If 'Gun' also has a group consciousness and can communicate, it will definitely remind their kind: don't go to the green hut in Lane 1899, no matter how sweet the smell is wafting!

Remember to remember!