There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Thirty-second piece Chapter 1: (5)

It turned out that it was useless for the nurse to come. The little fat man still kept howling. The nurse was so panicked under the uncle’s stare that she hurriedly knelt on the ground: "...The young master is especially pro-wife. The young master will serve only when he is hungry..."

Duan Jin took over the son who was crying in the nurse's arms. Although the little fat man was under a year old, the flesh on his body was solid. He wriggled and struggled desperately in his arms, and Duan Jin couldn't use it on a little baby. Too much effort, in the end I can only go back to Linglong.

He once again realized what a failed father he was, and that his son didn't know him. He couldn't even take him overnight.

Linglong put the perfume on and lay down. It was not surprising to hear the knock on the door. The maid outside the night watch opened the door, and Duan Jin walked in with the little fat man in his arms. Linglong sat up on the bed, rubbed her eyes, then covered her mouth and yawned, "Didn't you say yes, you will take him overnight."

Duan Jin said: "I...he always cries."

Linglong said: "Isn't it normal for a child to cry? You have to coax him when he cries. Do you still need me to teach you?"

Unexpectedly, Duan Jin nodded: "I want it."

Because he really didn't know how to treat a little milk baby who didn't understand the truth, so small and so fragile.

The little fat man was so excited when he saw his mother, he stretched out his hand to flutter in Linglong's direction. Duan Jin hugged him and walked to the bed. From the condescending angle where he was standing, he happened to be able to catch a glimpse of the beautiful scenery in Linglong's bedclothes. Duan Jin is a gentleman, so he turned his head and didn't look at it. Linglong looked at the little fat man who was barking at him, and sighed: "Are you here to collect debts?"

The little fat man didn’t understand, ah, yelling, he still stretched out his hand towards Linglong, he smelled a familiar scent, he liked the embrace, but he didn’t like the person holding him now, it was cold and hard, and uncomfortable at all. His tender flesh hurts.

Linglong took the little fat man over, and Duan Jin was invisibly relieved. He stood on the side watching and saw that the little fat man who was fluttering in his arms and swearing to the death changed his smile instantly, cuddling meekly and well. Into the arms of his wife. He was a little bit disappointed and a little guilty. He felt that he had promised her to take his son for one night, but he sent his son back. It really shouldn't be, and it's too useless.

As long as his wife is willing to communicate, can hear the words, and the demands made are not excessive, Duan Jin will be satisfied, as is his family. If you don't say it, he won't understand, but if you say it clearly, he won't ignore it if he can do it.

He stood quietly and silently on the side, observing every move of his wife and children, but he really couldn't see any tricks. The little fat man is clearly a unilateral clingy and flattering. It can be seen that he likes his mother very much, because he is entangled in Linglong's arms and he refuses to leave. I can't sleep anymore.

"Go and get the veil wet."

Duan Jian was stunned.

"Go!" She increased her tone with anger. Seeing Duan Jin, she still didn't understand, and said, "He is only so big, and he has been crying for so long. It is not good for the tears to dry on his face. You have to wipe it off. There is warm water in the room, so you can wipe the kerchief with it."

After listening to her, Duan Jin realized that he turned to the back of the screen, where there was warm water on the stove, and there was a cloth towel and veil on the shelf, but the material of the veil was obviously smoother, and the child’s skin was delicate and tender. , Do not use objects that are too rough. Duan Jin took the veil and soaked it in the water, and soon returned to Linglong. She hugged the child and held the restless chubby claws, "Be lighter, his skin is very tender."

This is the meaning of Duan Jiancha.

Duan Jin did not refuse. He carefully covered his son's face with the veil, and wiped it away from his beautiful eyes. Soon the tear-stained little face returned to clean and refreshed. On the stage, a child-specific cream was brought, and as soon as the lid was twisted, there was a nice smell of cow frankincense. Linglong dabbed a little on the little fat man's face with her finger, and motioned Duan Jin to rub it open for him.

Compared with the delicate skin of a baby, Duan Jin, who has been writing all the year round, has many thin calluses on the palm of his hand. He had never taken care of a little baby, and his movements were very clumsy. The little fat man was obviously hurt by him, and he hummed and didn't want to cry. Linglong grabbed Duan Jin's wrist, he seemed to be burned by the fire immediately, her skin was similar to his son's, so Duan Jin didn't dare to touch it subconsciously. Linglong said: "You have to be lighter, his small face can't stand your rubbing like this."

Under Linglong’s indoctrination, Duan Jin finally successfully completed the arduous task of wiping his son’s face. In a short period of time, he had sweated a lot. When Linglong said it was okay, Duan Jin breathed a sigh of relief. I feel nervous when I see the emperor on weekdays.

The little fat man nestled in Linglong's arms comfortably. Seeing that it was too early, Linglong said to Duan Jin: "Well, you can take him to sleep."

Duan Jin hesitated, he was afraid that his son would cry again. "Can't you let him stay here? He always cries by my side."

Upon hearing this, Linglong looked at him with a smile but a smile: "Is he going to stay here to sleep, or do you want to stay here to sleep?"

Duan Jin quickly reacted to what she meant, and suddenly coughed slightly, not knowing how to explain that she didn't mean that way. He tentatively stretched out his hand to his son to hug, but the little fat man suddenly clasped his exquisite neck and refused to loosen it, refused to look at his father, and didn't want to go to the study with his father to sleep.

Duan Jin was as at a loss as a kid who made a mistake. Linglong pinched Little Fatty's ass-it feels very good, it's all tender meat. Of course she didn't use much strength, but the little fat man already knew that the woman in front of him loved him very much. He could spoil himself in front of her as much as he could, and immediately cried with a wow, but it was a pity that it was thunder without rain, and no tears were seen. Just howl.

Linglong thought, keeping a dog in the yard in the future, and howling a duet with this fat man should be fun. She patted her little ass: "Oh, don't howl, your father is about to be mentally disturbed by your howling."

Duan Jin wanted to say no, but shut up obediently under the threat of Linglong's eyes. Although the little fat man could not understand what the adults were talking about, he could barely understand what it meant. After a two-screaming, he stopped, Linglong took off his clothes, opened the thin and stuffed him in. Then rushed to Duan Jin to hook his finger: "Are you not coming up yet?"

No one could refuse the invitation of such a charming beauty, except Duan Jin.

He shook his head: "You are angry, I'd better not provoke you."

Linglong was exasperated by him: "I am angry, but if you don't listen to me, I can be even more angry to show you."

Duan Jin opened his mouth and stopped talking. Linglong said: "If you say yes, you will take care of him. Don't think about it. If he is hungry at night, crying and peeing, you will have to come. Don't think I want to keep you."

She said so, what can Duan Jin do? Fortunately, he also washed, only took off his coat, and lay down on the half of the bed that Linglong gave up. Is the whole body the soft and sweet smell of a woman? Duan Jin was lying stiff. The little fat man was right between the couple. He cried and fell asleep just now. Linglong yawned and closed her eyes. Both of these girls were extremely natural, but Duan Jin looked particularly cautious.

He was lying on the bed, his limbs stiff, he couldn't sleep, even his breathing was light and light. His wife and children are by his side, but he rarely has such a moment of leisure and tenderness, and he is very uncomfortable.

Suddenly his wife's temperament changed drastically...No, Duan Jin thought, maybe it wasn't that temperament changed drastically, but that she had such a personality. Since he was married for a year, has he ever really understood and cared for her? Even if she was so romantic and immature, it wasn't the reason for him to ignore her. Whenever he saw her crying and complaining, he turned and left, thinking about not arguing with her and not annoying her, but forgot that she was different from the self who had been difficult since childhood.

She is his wife again, and he should have been more tolerant.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he was. Duan Jian opened his eyes and looked at the bed curtain. Suddenly he heard the mosquito cry in his ear. He looked around carefully and saw a mosquito on the tent. It stands to reason that the mosquito repellent incense has been smoked in the house, how could there be any? How could their mother and son be bitten? Just getting up to catch them, it is inevitable to make a noise, and I am afraid that they will be disturbed.

Seeing a tuan fan on the head of the bed, Duan Jin took it and slapped it gently. The slight wind was very comfortable on his body, exquisitely contentedly sighed and turned over. The thin quilt covering his body opened a corner, revealing White and slender waist. Duan Jin stretched out his hand to cover her, and then pulled the quilt that his son had kicked away. He could not help but soften his brows as he watched the young and the young sleep peacefully.

He wasn't born with a heart of iron and stone, he was just incomprehensible.

About an hour, the little fat man started humming, humming without opening his eyes, pitifully. Duan Jin checked his diaper, and it really was peeing. He quickly got up and took a clean one. The little fat man kicked and kicked the girl. After he was refreshed, he continued to sleep with his little mouth. Duan Jin took advantage of the situation. After watching the mosquitoes for a long time, he was caught, and without the annoying buzzing, he could also fall asleep with them.

It's just... his wife's sleeping face is a bit domineering!

So Duan Jin, who came back after catching the mosquitoes to clean his hands, thought.

The mother and the son slept more boldly than the other, he just went to clean his hands, the little fat man had already rolled to the corner of the bed, and Linglong occupied most of the bed. As soon as Duan Jin picked up her hand, before she lay down, she rolled into his arms, hugged his waist like a pillow, and refused to let go.

Duan Jin imagined how his wife would react when he was sober, but he still didn't wake Linglong, he just hugged her with one hand, and with the other he brought back the fat son who had started rolling around again.

Now he understands why she wants him to stay and sleep together. Nephrite's warm fragrance is the second priority. Taking care of their mother and son not to get out of bed is the top priority.