Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 265 Social Garbage Dad Cranky Online 20
Lu Youming returned home with two cans of exorbitantly priced milk powder, and immediately brewed two bowls of milk powder.

He took a big bowl of milk powder.

Fuchen is still sleeping, not long after drinking the milk powder.

Lu Youming directly pushed the floating dust belly and shook him awake.

At the uncle's place, Fuchen still wears a small bellyband and diapers.

When he came back, Lu Youming thought it was hot, so he took off his shirt, and helped Fuchen take off his bellyband.

Half a month later, the floating dust is still very small, and the capillaries are still clearly visible, looking like a red monkey.

Fuchen was shaken awake, but didn't cry, just stared at Lu Youming with his eyes open, silently.

That kind of demeanor, like a little milk cat, quietly observes the unfamiliar world first.

Lu Youming stuffed a bottle of milk, hit the bowl with his own, "Cheers!"

Look up and drink.

Fuchen held the bottle and slowly put it into his mouth.

"Sucking sucking sucking", the sound of floating dust and the sound of sucking water came from the room.

It was very sweet to eat.

"It's delicious." Lu Youming said with a smile.

He was answered by Fu Chen's non-stop sucking.

At night, Fuchen cried.

When Lu Youming was making milk powder for her, Fu Chen took a sip from the nipple, spit it out immediately, and cried, "Ah——"

Lu Youming lowered his eyebrows and stared at Fu Chen.

Ah.

Little brat, do you still know how to be picky?
Lu Youming was not used to it, so he made a bowl of milk powder and drank it himself, sitting in the floating dust and staring at her as he drank it.The corners of the eyes revealed only one meaning: If you have the ability, make it yourself!
I'm not used to it.

Fuchen cried for a long time, and the old man next door yelled in the room, "Feed her!"

Lu Youming turned a deaf ear to it.

After a while, the uncle ran over angrily, cursing, "You can't even breastfeed, what's the use of you?"

Lu Youming didn't seem to hear.At this time, he had finished drinking the milk, hid the imported milk powder, and lay on the bed leisurely reading a book.

Seeing the feeding bottle next to Fuchen's mouth, the uncle froze for a moment.Check the diaper immediately and see if there is prickly heat on the body.

No.

"Oh, the baby doesn't cry. Fuchen doesn't cry." The uncle hugged Fuchen to coax the child.

Fu Chen stared straight at the cabinet, grinning and crying.

The uncle looked at the cabinet subconsciously, and glanced at Lu Youming, but he didn't intend to open the cabinet.

After coaxing for a while, it didn't stop.

After crying for half an hour, the tears dried up, the uncle stuffed the pacifier, and Fuchen held the bottle to suck milk, belching, tears all over his face.

Wronged Baba.

Lu Youming hummed softly, didn't he drink it?
Early the next morning, Lu Youming went out to run the goods.

Throwing the child and milk powder to the uncle, he ran away directly.

For more than half a month, no one was seen during the day.

The uncle swears and swears, but he takes it every time.

Sometimes I go early (five o'clock) to go to the morning market to buy vegetables, and knock on the door to pick up the children.Very unhappy, he pointed at Lu Youming who was still sleeping in the room, and shouted, "You are so good! Earn a dowry for Fuchen!"

Lu Youming turned over and went back to sleep.

After running the materials, Lu Youming had nothing to do.Stay at home all day.

Other work, he thinks it is too tiring, the money is less and the work is more ink.

At the door of my house, a row of bricks was knocked out and replaced with brand new mahogany.

Everything is perfect except for three extra scratches.

The villagers gathered around the mahogany door and talked, their eyes couldn't stop being envious and jealous.

In the evening, the child was still thrown to Xiaojie's mother.

Sometimes, Xiaojie will leave Xiaojie to Lu Youming early in the morning when there is no one at home.

Lu Youming didn't go to work, so he was alone.Occasionally, I work as an electrician in the village, and change it to seventy cents, or ten eggs.

Sometimes on Sundays, when Xiaojie's mother doesn't go to work, and Xiaojie makes a fuss, Xiaojie's mother will hold Xiaojie and throw him over.

"Let your family Fuchen help you." Xiaojie's mother said with a smile.

Lu Youming doesn't care.What to do.

Even if the child cries, he can't coax him.

Xiaojie can crawl and roll on the bed.Floating dust still won't turn over.

Only after comparison did I know what Xiaojie's mother meant when she said "floating dust is easy to carry".

Xiaojie needs someone to hug him when he sleeps.

Cry as soon as you let go.

Cry as soon as you let go.

It just needs to be held.

The seven or eight-month-old child also weighs twenty or thirty kilograms, and Xiaojie's mother struggles to hold her for a long time.

When no one hugged her, she would cry, turn somersaults, and beat people with her arms.

Lu Youming pushed him away from Fu Chen, to prevent Fu Chen from being woken up, and cried again.

He didn't yell at the child and let Xiaojie cry by himself.

Only the old man next door would come over to coax the children in his spare time.

When Xiaojie is tired from crying, he will consciously lie down next to Fuchen and sleep together.

Sometimes, when Xiaojie is hugged, he is obviously very sleepy, and he has to be hugged to sleep.Cry as soon as you let go.

Xiaojie's mother ran over, threw it beside Fuchen, turned around and ran away.

Fuchen slept soundly.

Xiaojie twitched twice, and when he saw a child of the same age, he followed him to sleep.

Half an hour later, Xiaojie's mother came to pick up the child.

Xiaojie's mother kept boasting that Fuchen was "easy to carry" and "easy to carry", and she was also happy to carry Fuchen at night.

But Fuchen's trouble only lasted for the first two months when she couldn't turn over or grab things.

After two months of age, the "toy" rolling pin in Fuchen's hand started working.

In the past two months, the nagging women at night were divided into two groups.A group of Xiaojie's family, a group of Zhang Guihua and Huzi's family.

The adults will avoid contact with Zhang Guihua's family, thinking that their family style is not right.

But it doesn't restrain children.

Huzi would come over to play, and everyone let him play.

The tiger cub is bigger, fleshy, strong, one and a half years old, and can walk by itself.

In this group of children, there are two-year-olds, one-year-olds, and a few months old.

The youngest is a two-month-old floating dust.

But the strongest one is the tiger.

Hu Zi is very good at work, and when he sees a child's toy, he will immediately grab it.Beat people if you don't give them.

They will grab food when they see it.

If you don't give it, you will spit.

Fuchen stared at Huzi with his eyes, holding the rolling pin in his hand.

Huzi's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the small rolling pin.

Fu Chen sat in the crib, staring at Hu Zi.

Women chatted at the door.Children are also around.

The tiger who entered the room stared at the "wooden stick", slowly moved forward, holding back a smile, his eyes were full of light.

Huzi is small, no taller than a wooden bed.

When the little hand passed through the gap between the railings and touched the stick.One foot stepped on a fat hand and pressed against the railing.

Fuchen held the "rolling pin" with both hands, and hit it directly.

"Aw—" Huzi howled.

Fuchen struggled to pull the rolling pin, raised it up, and hit it again.

The women rushing in happened to see it, parted their feet under the pressure of the dust, and immediately took the tiger away.

"Ah—" Huzi clasped his hands and howled.

Xiaojie's mother picked up Fuchen and looked at the wooden stick in her hand.

Fu Chen was still holding the wooden stick with both hands, his eyes were indifferent, and he followed the tiger who was leaving, without any expression on his face.

Xiaojie's mother didn't know what emotion it was.

Zhang Guihua, who rushed over there, picked up Hu Zi, with a murderous look on his face.

"Mom, she hit me!" Hu Zi pointed at Fu Chen.

Zhang Guihua's gaze immediately fixed on Fuchen, intending to hit someone.

Xiaojie's mother hugged the child tightly, with a serious face, and said sharply, "You'd better think about it carefully, if you hit the floating dust, will Lu Youming come and burn your house down."

(End of this chapter)