[Comprehensive] I am in love with your male god, what do you want to say?

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My name is Sawada Kyohei and I am five years old.

Well, my nickname is Doudou, but usually only my mother calls it.She is often not at home, and even when she is at home, she doesn't often come to play with me, but often stays alone in the room and doesn't go anywhere.I was a little afraid of her, so I didn't dare to call her mom, and I didn't even dare to take the initiative to ask for a hug.

Dad also has a feeling of fear and fear towards her. I think my dad is a poor man, and he is often bullied by my mother.My mother has always had a stinky face, and she has no face at all to my father.But my dad was so happy with it, with a hot face and a cold butt.Sometimes my mother got impatient with him, and said a few words to him in a cold voice, and my father would be very happy for several days afterwards, laughing as if he had won millions.But... this analogy is not very suitable.Because the amount of several million is a drop in the bucket for our family, it is pitifully small, and my dad will never be so happy because of winning the lottery.

To add, my dad is a very rich man, and he is also good looking.The tall, rich and handsome in the eyes of ordinary people is just like him.It's a pity that I can't understand why such a tall, rich and handsome man is so infatuated with my mother, and he will beat and scold without complaining.A few days ago, I clearly saw a gorgeous Italian blonde winking at my dad, which shocked me all over, but my dad just didn't move and didn't even look at it.

They may be very affectionate, but I am ignorant and not very clear.

I sometimes see them arguing very loudly.Usually, it is my mother who takes the initiative to quarrel. My mother has a bad temper and hates others to order her the most. My father is always obedient and takes the initiative to appoint her.Sometimes my dad gets angry too, but generally he's in a weak position.

Once I saw them quarreling again, my dad seemed very serious, his eye circles were red, and my mother said that he looked cold.After they had finished arguing, my dad came to look for me. He picked me up and buried his head on my neck with a bit of injury.I felt like he was crying because my neck was all wet.

I was very sensible at that time, I touched my dad's face with my chubby hands, and then said childishly, "Dad, don't be angry..."

Even I feel that the fact that my father and my mother can be together must be because the God of Cupid was accidentally confused by shit and shot the two of them together by mistake.

My mother is a woman who has nothing but a pretty face.

She has never hugged me since she was a child, and she doesn't even smile at me very much.So I have basically never experienced what normal maternal love is.But she occasionally calls me by the nickname Doudou. Her voice is very nice, just like the nightingale described in my primary school textbook, crisp and graceful.

At that time, I will be shamelessly nympho.

But most of the time, it was my dad who gave me love, along with my mom's share.Since I went to elementary school, he will always be on time waiting for me to go home outside the school.He will buy me delicious snacks and give me toys. When I am sick, he will stay up all night with red eyes to accompany me. When I am bored, he will tell me fairy tales. My dad has a very Sue voice. He often tells Japanese, but when he speaks Italian, the gorgeous big tongue makes the language elegant and lingering in his mouth.

He is the most perfect man in my heart.

But sometimes, my dad is too busy to spend time with me.At this time, my handsome prison temple uncle is about to appear.

Personally, I think Uncle Prison Temple is a perfect man second only to my father.He is very kind to me. I heard that in the eyes of others, Uncle Prison Temple has a violent and rebellious personality.Many of my father's subordinates are not afraid of my father, but they are very afraid of Uncle Prison Temple.However, I really can't imagine Uncle Prison Temple being angry and cursing.Because he is so kind to me. Every time he sees me, he touches my head and always smiles. Sometimes I ask him to hug me when I am tired from walking, and he doesn’t dislike the mud on my clothes. Dirty his expensive suit, bent down and took me in his arms.

Sometimes I want to kiss his face when I am happy. He has no stubble on his face and is as smooth as my father.After being kissed by me, he would laugh, turn his head and kiss my cheek.

However, I have always felt that although my prison temple uncle is smiling, there is always a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Especially when he looked at my dad with that sadness that seemed to drown his soul.

I think, many years ago, there must have been some unknown stories between him and my dad.Even though they are smiling at each other now, their hearts cannot stick together.

Uncle Prison Temple hates my mother very much, and the two hate each other.My mother has a bad personality, and probably few people except my father can bear her.Even I can't have pure love for her.

She was an incompetent mother and an incompetent wife.

When I was four years old, I met my mysterious and distant Japanese cousin.She's my mom's cousin, and I've never met him before.But when he first appeared in front of me, I was completely conquered by his amazing appearance.My cousin is the most handsome and refined man I have ever met.Even though I grew older and became an adult, experienced thousands of deeds, and visited many places, after I met all kinds of people, there was never a man who was better than my cousin The beauty touches the soul even more.

My cousin's name is Atobe Keigo, unmarried.I heard from my father that he had many girlfriends, but none of them could accompany him into the marriage hall.

I thought ignorantly, with my cousin's astonishing appearance, probably not many women are worthy of him.

Before I was five years old, I liked Uncle Atobe very much.Because he looks very good-looking.

I would pester him to hug me. Uncle Atobe would not reject me very much, but he would not be overly enthusiastic about me either.His beautiful gray eyes were like the ocean, deep and deep.He likes to touch my head and look at my face. When he looks at me, he will fall into intermittent contemplation, as if recalling the past.

My father looked at my uncle with a wrong look, a vigilant look full of hostility.At first I naively thought that my father was jealous of my cousin's beauty.But it was later discovered that this was not the case.

The reason is my mother.

I saw.When I was five years old, I was sleeping soundly on the bed, and then woke up inexplicably midway.There were two people standing beside the bed. I thought it was my mother and my father, but it turned out that it was not.

I looked over intently, and as the moonlight shone through the window, my eyes reflected the soft profiles of my mother and uncle.

Then, my cousin stuck out his head and kissed my mother on the lips.

There are some things that are kept secret, because of that kiss, all the truth is revealed in my eyes.

Later, I met my cousin's girlfriends one after another.I was surprised to find that each of his girlfriends was surprisingly similar to my mother somewhere.

For example, eyes, hair, face shape, and some voices.

Because of that kiss, my pure affection for my uncle turned sour.

I started not to like him anymore, even though he has a beauty that touches the soul and makes people fascinated.

I vaguely realized that my father knew about the relationship between my mother and my cousin.But he kept silent.

My dad was very patient, he knew what he wanted and he had to sacrifice something.

I don't like my mother, but no matter what, I am her child.So I also kept silent.

I still haven't figured out why my dad likes my mom.

For me, my father married my mother probably because of a noble and even selfless feeling in his mind.

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"

The author has something to say: This is just a side story. For me, it is very unlikely that Tsunayoshi Sawada and Xie Lingling will have children.

If you want to watch something sweeter, just watch this episode.

I feel that since I am finished, I should write my closing thoughts.

In fact, I didn’t know what to say, so I looked back at the previous chapters... I found that my writing was actually pretty bad, the writing was not good, I didn’t have an outline, and I could write wherever I wanted. Not to mention OOC, some bugs have not been rounded up yet.

But anyway, at least I'm done, right?

I have been interrupted several times, and the income and comments have also dropped again and again, but because there are still people who are enthusiastically chasing it, I gritted my teeth and wrote it down.

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