Special gene development monitoring

Charlie Monologue

I directly ignored her excited and begging eyes after India's murder and dismemberment was discovered, trying to suppress the curiosity in her heart.

It's time for Jane to tell me everything.

I am a bit dumbfounded that the guess that I directly denied turned out to be the truth of the matter.But the worries and anxieties that are desperately suppressed inside cannot be ignored.

What if she disappears one day, and an unbelievable option appears and she chooses to return to the original world?

I knew in my heart that she would not, but what if she was forced to leave me?

She is already the core of my spiritual world, all the pillars, like a galaxy exists because of the existence of a certain planet.

Thinking of the possibility that she might leave, even if the chances were so low, my heart seemed to be drained of blood in an instant, and the beating that was necessary to keep me alive made me terribly painful.

I must marry her immediately!

No, it will be a long time before all the preparations for the wedding are completed, and besides, June has already passed.

Then have a baby with her first.

Although I don't know what can be saved by this approach, everything is just a baseless imagination, but even if it is groundless, the chance is one in a trillion, I will do everything I can to catch her.

These few days are not the waiting period, but the chances are better than not avoiding yun.I lost everything I could to avoid yun, including the biyunt I bought that has been useless for a long time. Jane looked at my behavior with bright eyes, and I secretly laughed in my heart.She reacted badly to the yun-repellent pills, and her sleep time was prolonged by these nasty little pills, and she fell asleep several times before we climbed to the summit together.Even if the bottom is still awake.But I want to hear her screaming brokenly, and see her rubbing against the bed sheets impatiently to relieve the pain.

The way she was yun'd really fascinated me, I couldn't help but do it twice.We are so close to the skin of the most intimate parts, I really want to integrate her into my flesh and blood.

While Jerry wrinkled his nose at my half-hidden idea of ​​the best wedding ever, I at least had one Jane who was willing to be all mine and whom I adored so much, how about him? Sarah didn't even want to marry him.

A normal woman wouldn't want to marry Jerry as long as she wasn't a money worshiper or a womanizer.

Of course, this is a story.

I was going to propose for Christmas, so I promised my parents to go home for the holidays.

Yes, I need to ask her father's permission first.Besides, my parents are retired and they have much experience in this field. According to the undiminished inquiries about the relationship between Jane and me, they will definitely take over the preparation of the wedding and do the best possible.

That's fine, in fact I don't want to waste a minute on these things, I just want to be with my Jane.

It seems someone doesn't think so.

When Jane got home, she headed upstairs to play games.I dragged her to bed at night, and she held the game controller tightly and yelled that if she had five more chances, she would be able to pass the level.

Goodness, the protagonist has freefalled from the zipline level a dozen times already.

That ring was really easy for me to find.But when she put this little thing into her finger and pressed it on the piece of skin with my name tattooed, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction, which was even more joyful than the first dissection of a human body.I couldn't help stroking that piece of skin all the time, turning the ring, leaving my temperature on the ring, and looking at my name looming underneath.

If only we had more than 100 years to go...

Jerry's love life has been messed up by him.If it weren't for the fact that as the president is a golden bachelor, everyone's understanding attitude would definitely cause the company's stock price to fall.But his behavior of calling Jane directly pissed me off.

He's the only guy Jane doesn't greet with a cold face.

And he's a playboy.

He slept with all the girls around him as long as he could touch them.

What to say In order to thank Jane for speaking well in front of Sarah, she also gave her a bouquet of lilacs.

Well, I thought about sending flowers to me, so why didn't you want to pass me when you called?

He didn't have a good time for the next two months.

He called me one night, broke down and begged to stop sending him body parts.

But I also helped him, didn't I?He didn't even dare to smoke anymore after seeing the dark and riddled lung lobes of the lung cancer victim.He should really thank me.

Jane Huaiyun is very good, at least I am much happier than Jerry. Sarah suffers from severe morning sickness, can't eat anything, and doesn't have an appetite until late at night. Often, what she wants to eat appears on the menus of several restaurants that she can count on one hand for only a few weeks in a year.Once in the morning, he even came to my house with black eye circles to make coffee. There were no coffee beans in the house, and he was too tired to buy them.

Uhmm, thanks for the little one in Jane's tummy.

It's just that it's really tormenting not being able to express.

She is also suffering.

I rubbed her body, I couldn't go in, I could only relieve her slightly, and I could only wander outside.Although it cannot be compared with the inside, it is better than nothing.

She gave me a baby, and I have already named him.

Matthew's feet are so small, less than half the size of my palm, which is too small compared to a normal human body.How could the stem cells of the human body be able to direct so well that five smaller fingers even grew completely on such a small palm.

The moment he opened his eyes I knew we were the same.

But he didn't have the troubles of my childhood.

I tentatively took him to my studio, where there were all kinds of well-preserved human organs, even babies who died before birth.This is a relatively good result of my work. About 34 hours after the death of the pregnant woman, I even took out all the maternal tissues attached to the baby without any damage.If Matthew is inclined, I can guide him this way.

My worry seemed a little unnecessary, because he was not interested at all, just sat quietly and looked at the book he asked to buy on the way just arrived.

he is very smart.Absorb knowledge like a sponge, and even make a book list for yourself every week as an extended reading of things you are usually interested in.

After reading the Encyclopedia Britannica and the American Chronicle on the left shelf of the study, he began to push the small wooden ladder to climb Jane's bookshelf, and often took one of them and sat quietly beside Jane to read, so that he could ask her questions at any time.

It just doesn't like being touched either.

I know he loves me, but he doesn't want to show it, he thinks he shouldn't cling to me and Jane like those naive kids, so most of the time he just follows me and plays with his things silently until our second daughter, Makenzie of birth.

Makenzie is a child who "hasn't grown up". She can cry when she wants to cry, laugh when she wants to laugh, and act like a baby when she gets into trouble. By the way, she recites a poem I don't know where to read it all to praise me (other people who forgive her) great.

Being able to act like a baby is much better than her mother.

Matthew also often stood next to me when she was trying to make things happen, and I would hold them on my lap and sit on their left and right sides.Gradually he started to get close to me and Jane, but he still didn't like to touch other people, including Mia.But he won't shake off Mia's initiative to hold his hand. When Mia was young, she only regarded him as a playmate, and when she was a little older, she was fascinated by him. Matthew also often "passively" accepted Mia's intimacy.

It's really Appledoesn'tfallfarfromthetree (like father, like son).

When I follow Jane to the supermarket, when I encounter something that I want but it is placed high, I will take the initiative to pull Jane's finger to express my request. Jane would be very happy, taking advantage of this time to hug him left and right, he often blushed and looked down at her.

He loves it, I can tell.

Surprisingly, the children's dependence on Jane didn't make me uncomfortable, but I enjoyed the moments.

these are my family members.

I have been in close contact with Richard all the time. India recovered and is studying clinical psychology at Penn.India was very cooperative during the treatment period at the manor, which made Richard and Evelyn very relieved, and they had another son.

Even so, I will not let down my vigilance, and the already decided handling methods are still valid.

For Christmas, Matthew is doing crafts.

He wanted to give Mia a hairpin, and asked Jane to take him to buy a piece of black wood and a wood carving knife set specially made for this thing.

He got his inspiration from his mother. Jane doesn't like to wear jewelry very much, except for the ebony hairpin with two simple patterns on it.She always twisted her beautiful long hair twice, and then fixed it with that black hairpin.I even learned the word Kanzashi because of this.

But I like her long hair with natural radians hanging over her shoulders, and the ends of her hair sway from side to side with her movements, or when she lies on me and kisses me, those cool long hair like water will naturally cover her body. The feeling around my neck.So I always pull that little black thing out of her hair, but seeing the thick, beautiful black hair slowly pouring down from the lack of fixation makes my heart burn.

I seem to be starting to like this trinket...

Matthew has been working on his small workbench for several days. The semi-finished product looks good, but the small and smooth patterns on it require knife skills.The not-so-smooth process left him covered with large and small wounds. Jane wrapped his hands twice as thick with distress, and kept staring at him not to let him move the piece of wood again.

He wouldn't be my son if he would give up.

In order to hide it from Jane, he has to rush to work even if he doesn't sleep at night.I'll follow him, as long as he doesn't get seriously injured.Later, Jane couldn't help it, and acted as a teacher to teach him how to use a wood carving knife. The two even studied the meaning of various symbols together for a few days.

Makenzie joined in the fun, and Matthew made her a delicate little box by the way. The process of preparing the work this time was much less traumatic than the hairpin.The first work could have been thrown away and redone several times, but he had to go through all kinds of symbols to round out the failed nicks.

I knew he wanted to make the best possible thing he could do for the first time and give it to Mia.

Matthew doesn't talk much, like me, the most words he says are Dad, Mum, Mac (Makenzie's nickname), and Mia.Counting the number of times called Mia is the most.

Mia comes from the Italian mia, which means mine.

Makenzie is like Jane, and animals tend to feel close to her, especially the little ones who live in the big tree at the door—a few little squirrels. Makenzie likes to eat hazelnuts, so he got to know these friends.She often puts the peeled nuts flat in her hands and stands under the tree, and after a while, her big tails will swing back and forth among the leaves.They even hopped back and forth from the tree and her two small bases on her shoulders for fun.

Jane looked at Makenzie giggling under the tree outside the window, and slowly wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.

I took her finger and kissed her lips.

Her moist and hot breath sprinkled on my back, I was inexplicably happy.

Looking at the figures of Matthew and Mia lying on the lawn, and Makenzie still happily running around the tree, and looking down at the glazed table in the kitchen, which was as high as her waist, I grabbed her hand and led her to me. Let her face the window, take off the black hairpin casually, admire the thick and dark hair that is slowly falling down, then lower her head and gently kiss her cheek from the side.

She raised the corners of her mouth and narrowed her eyes, like a cat basking in the sun.

I picked up her skirt and kneaded it on her firm buttocks, and rubbed it against mine. Jane's breath paused.Gently twisting her chin and kissing her lips, the other hand slowly opened the pants chain, I seemed to need to lift her up a little before I could go in.

"Hold the Liulitai, my good girl." Jane can always get into the state quickly. In my opinion, this is a kind of silent compliment. Every time I touch her, she is always fully prepared. , this has never let me down, and the matching of skirts and panties is always convenient for me.

Uhmm...

I lightly dinged up, holding her waist with my right hand to help him maintain balance, and pressed the finger of my left hand on the ring with my name tattooed on it, then slowly moved up, caressing her skin, and gently pulling the edge of her skirt Zipper kisses her back, and she tilts her head slightly, making low tones of pleasure.

But she suddenly tightened the muscles underneath.my God!

"Mum, Uncle Jerry said he wants us to come over an hour earlier for dinner." Matthew poked his head in from the door.

"OK, you go and play, I'll wash strawberries for you." Even though Jane tried her best to keep her voice from trembling, I knew she was going to be driven crazy, because just now she reached a critical point.

I parted the hair on her ear and kissed her left cheek lightly, "We know, you go and play."

The little guy ran away with the corner of his lips picked.

He and Makenzie love our intimacy.

I push the plate of strawberries next to her, "Doit."

With trembling fingers, she randomly grabbed two and put them under the current.

Looking at the beautiful big red, I can always think of Jane's big red cherry-flavored edible lipstick, subconsciously ding upwards, she was stimulated by my sudden movement, she clenched her left hand tightly, and the red pulp flowed out from her fingers with juice .He turned his head to see that her fingers gripping the edge of the glazed table had turned white, so he switched to his left hand to hug her, trying to pinch her right hand to let it rest.

Having no blood circulation in your fingers for a long time can be very uncomfortable.

Instinctively, she pressed her left hand on the glazed platform, tightening her lower abdomen, and at the same time accidentally pressed the plate of strawberries. The ripe red pulp was deformed by her force, and the aroma was overflowing.

I dinged harder.Seeing Makenzie with a squirrel squatting on his shoulders outside the window was greeting us, Jane tightened her grip, really...

I can't say that I'm full, but I'm going to Jerry's house for dinner next time. If she wants too much and doesn't rest, she doesn't have to walk.

I put the fingers of her left hand into my mouth and tasted them one by one. The crumbs of strawberry pulp stuck to it were extremely delicious.

Fortunately, there are other things that can fill the stomach, isn't it?

"Jane?" I wrapped my arms around her waist, staying inside her and not wanting to come out at all.

"uhm?" The ending sounded lazy.

I gently rubbed her cheek with the tip of my nose, took a deep breath to smell the sweet smell on her face, and gently moved my lips to her ear, she turned her head sensitively, and rubbed against my chin again. rubbed.

Think of Mrs. Browning's "How do I love thee": How do I love you?Can't tell a thousand words:

I love you so deep and so wide,

As if my soul had flown beyond the clouds,

To explore the mysteries of life and the grace of God.

Whether it's day or night,

I love you forever,

Just like the supply of food cannot be interrupted every day.

I love you purely, not to be deceived by flattery or flattery;

I love you bravely as I fight for justice.

Love you, with the pangs of old and the faithfulness of childhood,

Love you with tears, laughter and all of life.

Without you, my heart loses its sanctity;

My heart loses its passion without you.

Witness to me, if God willing:

Even if I die,

My soul will love you deeper, deeper!

I laughed out loud, although it was not satisfactory, but it could be regarded as a partial expression of my heart.

Jane turned her head to look at me, eyes full of happiness.

I know she likes my voice, especially this kind of laughter.

I lowered my head and sucked her full lips heavily,

"ILOVEU."