Quick Time Travel: Black Lotus Face Slapping Guide

Chapter 588 Irritable Patron Saint 4
The adopters are a middle-aged couple in their 40s. They should be dressed in good condition. All the documents have been signed, and the adoption conditions are also met. They came here today to pick up the child.

The husband and wife were a little surprised when they saw the child. Although they had made good mental preparations, they always felt a little uncomfortable when they saw such an ugly child.

But now it is too difficult to adopt a healthy child, besides, when you are ugly when you are young, you must look good when you grow up, so they hugged the child with a smile.

In the corridor, a seven or eight-year-old boy angrily ran to the pregnant woman with a puffed belly, and shouted, "I don't want any younger siblings!"

As she spoke, she bumped into it with force, and fell to the ground with the scream of the pregnant woman. Her skirt was soaked in amniotic fluid. She called for help in horror: "Doctor...doctor! My amniotic fluid broke!"

The boy's father rushed over and slapped the boy on the ground. He hurriedly helped his wife and assisted the medical staff to send the pregnant woman to the delivery room.

The boy sat on the ground and cried, not feeling that he was wrong.

Xi Jing poked her head out of the ward, and sneered in her heart. The most ridiculous thing about parents in the world is that they can become parents without any exams.Some of them are even too young themselves to have the ability to bring and leave innocent lives.Some self-righteous parents don't care about Dabao's feelings when they like the new and dislike the old. That's why there is the absurd news that Erbao was killed by Dabao.

However, some people who are fully prepared to become parents are still unable to conceive a child. Life is so ridiculous.

Xi Jing looked around, took advantage of no one's attention, sprinted and grabbed the zipper of the small bag of the woman holding the baby. At first glance, it looked like a doll pendant.

In this way, Xijing followed the husband and wife and the little mentally handicapped to the home. It was just a middle-class family living in a two-story apartment. The man’s surname was Hou, a teacher at the Conservatory of Music; the woman’s surname was Zhou, an accountant from a foreign company. .The income is considerable, and the level of education is quite high, and a breast-feeding nanny was specially hired for the child.

Her zombie puppet suddenly appeared at home, and the husband and wife must have felt dirty and low when they saw it and threw it away. She had to dodge her eyes and ears and hide behind the curtains in the baby's small room first.

The husband and wife named the child Hou Xiao, hoping that he will be happy no matter what in the future.

Xi Jing found out that the identity of a mentally retarded person is really miserable. He used to be the god of luck, but he became a human being but unlucky to the end.

The wind chime hanging on the crib would occasionally fall and hit him, but fortunately the plastic one would wake him up from his sleep at most, and then he would cry for a while before being coaxed back to sleep by his parents.

When Hou Xiao was one year old, he almost died.

Both parents went out to work that day, and only the nanny was left to take care of the family. The child who had been weaned for a long time could eat some simple food, so the nanny cooked porridge for him. Maybe the nanny watched TV while feeding him, so the feeding was faster, which caused The porridge that was too late to swallow choked.

The nanny panicked when she saw this, and she carried the child's feet upside down and ran on her shoulders, trying to swallow the choked porridge, but it was useless.

Xi Jing hid behind the potted plants and watched anxiously, damn it, if you don't know Heimlich first aid, just call quickly!Isn't this a waste of time!Seeing that the child's face has turned blue, if this goes on like this, he will surely die.

There's no way, even if the nanny sees it, it's still worth it.

(End of this chapter)