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

Chapter 55
This time the child climbed over the railing, turned over and squatted on the ground with his fleshy buttocks.

"Boom" a loud noise.

Little Fuchen seemed to be stunned by the "boom".The fleshy face was dull.

After a while, the red eyes slowly filled with tears.

The ghost man floated above the floating dust and stared at the child.

Xiao Fuchen raised his head, and when he saw someone, he subconsciously stretched out his hands to hug him.

"Ah. Ah." He muttered in his mouth and opened his hands.The round eyes on the fleshy face were soaked with tears, very dewy.

The ghost man folded his hands, looked at him coldly, and didn't intend to make a move.

"Ha. Ha." The small mouth was open, one hand was propped on the ground, and the other was raised to hug, but there was no response.

Xiao Fuchen knelt down and crawled over by himself, right below.Support your waist and raise your hands.

"Hey." Hug.

"Hey." Hug.

The ghost man moved forward, ignoring it.

The two outstretched hands lost their strength and fell to the ground.Using both limbs, Fuchen crawled around the box.

Look up, reach out—

The ghost man above moved forward again.

Fuchen seemed to have found some fun and continued to climb forward.

However, the two sets of cardboard boxes are almost joined together, leaving a narrow gap.

The fat baby's lotus root hands stretched out, his body stretched out, but his head couldn't squeeze through.

"Hey. Hey." The little hand patted the ground, his head turned, his eyes looked left and right, and found a road on the right.

The clothes dragged on the ground and crawled to the right.

Walk around the box, the seam is big enough on this side.Climb over, look up to position, and then climb up.

The ghost man moved around, but he didn't want to be in the same file as the little fat boy.

The fat baby didn't make trouble, and continued to chase with a smile on his face, still crawling very fast.

This time she focused on a new path: climbing boxes.

He stood up with the box in his arms, raised his legs tremblingly, and climbed up the box after a step.

There happened to be a second-tier box next to it, and the floating dust climbed up again.

Then there is the third stage.

In the room, there are three boxes piled up in many places, probably at the chest position of an adult.

The first-order box next to it was put down by grandma when she was looking for things.

This means that there are many places for floating dust to climb, and multi-line operation, there is a risk of falling at any time.

With his head held high, Fu Chen took a good look at the location, and Le Dian Le Dian crawled over, still at a very fast speed.

The ghost man looked at the child and floated directly to the balcony. There is no box here.

"Tread the mountain road and sing folk songs—" The phone rang suddenly in the room.

"Eh? Eh!" Followed by grandma's loud voice and hurried footsteps.

Crawling dust crawled across an unsealed box and fell in whole.

Grandma came to the living room. From her perspective, she happened to see the bulging quilt in the pram in the corner under the cover of the box.

not worried.

"Hey, come right now." Grandma opened the door and left.

In the room, floating dust emerged from the box, sitting in the box, with a chubby white face and a pair of black eyes looking around, as if thinking about something.

This box happened to be the box that my grandma turned half empty when she rummaged through the boxes.Inside is some food.

The floating dust crawled out of the box, and crawled over with all fours.

There are no boxes ahead.

Fuchen turned his head and stared at the shelf next to him.

The shelf is 1.5 meters high.Just to the balcony.

The width is very narrow.

Fuchen didn't feel the slightest sense of crisis, and still carried his feet up.On roads that are obviously half narrow, crawling is still unaffected.

When it reached the finish line, the little fat boy was very happy, and raised his hand, wanting to hug him.

"Hey. Hey." The smile on her face and the smile in her eyes are so obvious, as if this is the prize of this game.

The shelf is half a meter away from the balcony.

The distance between Fu Chen and the ghost man is the arm's length of an adult.

"Hey." Fuchen smiled from ear to ear, not knowing that there was no way ahead, subconsciously crawled forward twice to approach.

The upper body suddenly hangs in the air, and the whole body of Fuchen is taken off, and the head is on the ground——

At the critical moment, the big bear doll on the sofa suddenly flew over and caught the child.

"Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Fu Chen clapped his hands on his chest and laughed happily.

The ghost man on the head still folded his hands on his chest, and said a greeting, "Stupid."

It's a pity that the floating dust on the ground doesn't know what stupidity is, "of. of." The round eyes stared at the ghost man, and the sincere eyes were full of desire: do it again.

Ignoring her request, the ghost man stretched out his finger, and the floating dust rose into the air, following the direction of the finger, and threw it into the pram.Go back to rest in stealth.

Fu Chen was sitting in the pram, sitting blankly, half paid, sobbing, tears falling down.

After a while, weeping loudly, "Ah——"

The sound was sharp and loud, and it was not an environment for sleeping.

The ghost man was so angry that he really didn't want to leave this moody child at home, so he stretched out his hand to strangle her to death.

When the crying Fuchen saw the hand, he immediately opened his mouth to bite like seeing milk.

"Damn it." I've seen ghost-beaters, but I've never seen ghost-eaters.The ghost man studied the child like a monster.

The baby's four newly erupted teeth are still sharp and powerful.

"Suck. Tsk." There was a sound of sucking.

Fu Chen folded his hands and inhaled for a long time, but couldn't feel full.The black pupil turned and turned, staring at the ghost man's chest, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it.

Two sharp claws grabbed his chest, and the ghost man immediately felt insulted.

Raise your hand and shake the person away.

However, Fuchen, who wants to nurse, is very strong, holding it with his small hands, crying, "Grandma, grandma."

The ghost man was even more stimulated, the strength in his hands increased, and he subconsciously threw him out.

The dust that was thrown off landed on the little bear and bounced twice.

Not getting grandma, Fu Chen lowered his head and said "Hey -" and started again.Open your mouth, close your eyes, and cry regardless.

The ghost boy's head is getting bigger.

He glanced at his flat chest: he is a man!How did this brat think of grabbing himself to drink milk?

Does he have big boobs?

The disgusted ghost still grabbed a pacifier from the box for Fu Chen and threw it over.

Fuchen grabbed the pacifier and put it in his mouth, temporarily stopped crying.

The man floated around the box again, looking for the milk powder, and quickly found the milk powder under the box, and made a bottle of it.

Holding the baby bottle, Fuchen's small mouth didn't stop for a moment, sucking one after the other, and quickly finished most of the bottle of milk.

When I was full, my eyelids fell off.

The floating dust flickered, and soon fell down and fell asleep.

Finally fell asleep.

The man breathed a sigh of relief.Put the kids in the car and go to rest yourself.

Half an hour later, the grandma who brought a bunch of them into the house remembered that Fuchen hadn't eaten milk.

"Yo, what if you don't want to breastfeed?" Putting down the things, he rummaged through the box to find the milk bottle.Brew the milk powder and take a sip to test the temperature of the water.

There is still sticky saliva on the nipple.

Grandma wakes up the floating dust in the pram and pushes the milk bottle over.

Fuchen who was awakened cried "Ah—" again.

Fu Chen, who had just eaten enough and could no longer eat, was crying wildly, shaking his head, hiding from the pacifier, and just refused to eat.

The ghost who couldn't get a rest witnessed the whole process: ...it's not easy for this child to live.

(End of this chapter)