After an unexpected pregnancy, a rich old man coaxed me into getting a certificate

Lin Lengsha hadn't eaten roasted sweet potatoes for a long time, and looking at the roasted sweet potatoes in Bai Qingye's hand, she wanted to eat them even more.

While blowing on the hot roasted sweet potato in his hand, Bai Qingye said to Lin Lengsha: "This is freshly baked. It's very hot. Look, my hands are all red."

"Then I'll blow it for you." Lin Lengsha lay on his hand and helped him blow it a few times.

Bai Qingye peeled the sweet potato without haste, blew it with his mouth, then handed the sweet potato to Lin Lengsha's mouth and said, "It's too hot, I'll feed it to you."

Smelling the alluring aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, Lin Lengsha couldn't wait to get up and take a bite.

Although Bai Qingye had already blown it for her, it was still quite hot. Lin Lengsha couldn't help but start blowing with her mouth.

Bai Qingye blew on the roasted sweet potato in his hand and said with a smile: "It's very hot!"

"It's really hot, but it's really delicious. This sweet potato is so fragrant and sweet, I want to take another bite after taking one bite."

Bai Qingye broke off a piece, blew on it and handed it to Lin Lengsha and said, "This small piece is not hot anymore. Eat it."

Lin Lengsha took a few bites and finished it.

"If you like to eat them, I will buy some sweet potatoes and put them at home when I get back, and bake them for you every day."

"Okay, you should try it too. This roasted sweet potato is really delicious." Lin Lengsha said and gave Bai Qingye a bite.

"Is it delicious?" She looked at Bai Qingye and asked.

"Well, it's very delicious, sweet and glutinous. It seems that the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes didn't lie to me. He said that this sweet potato was grown at home and is particularly delicious."

"What you grow yourself must be delicious. When I was a child, my family would make a fire in the winter. My father would throw a few sweet potatoes into the fire. When they were cooked, he would take them out and share them with everyone. Every time I ate like a tabby cat, and my hands and face were covered in ashes."

After hearing what she said, Bai Qingye's mind instantly pictured her eating roasted sweet potatoes, with a black circle on her mouth, like a mustache.

"That must be cute!"

"It's not cute at all, and it's a bit ugly. In fact, I wasn't good-looking at all when I was a kid."

Lin Lengsha did not look outstanding when she was a child. Leng Fengying disliked her ugly appearance every day. Under her blow, Lin Lengsha became particularly low self-esteem.

When she was living on campus in high school, Lin Lengsha suddenly changed drastically. She seemed like a completely different person. Even Leng Fengying was surprised by her change when she returned home.

"If you weren't good-looking when you were young, would you be what you are now?"

Bai Qingye didn't believe Lin Lengsha's words at all.

"Everything I say is true. My mother has never praised me since I was a child. She always kept picking on my faults, saying that I was not good here and that I was not good there. In her eyes, I was just an ugly duckling."

"Is she too demanding?"

"I don't know. Anyway, in my impression, she has never been satisfied with me. Any girl in the village is better than me in her eyes."

Bai Qingye held her in his arms painfully and said, "In my heart, you are the most beautiful girl in the world."

"I used to have very low self-esteem. I always felt that I was ugly. After I left home and went to college, I slowly regained my confidence. Only from other people's words did I realize that I was not ugly at all."

From Lin Lengsha's words, Bai Qingye realized that his mother-in-law was not a good person. Although he had never met her, he didn't like her at all.

It seems that my daughter-in-law was wronged when she was a child because her family had no money, and her mother is not qualified at all.

It was really hard for the little girl before. Bai Qingye couldn't help but feel distressed when he thought of how much she had suffered.

He regretted why he didn't appear in her life earlier, why he didn't get to know her earlier. Although he had been following her silently for four years, he didn't know what kind of life she lived. Bai Qingye especially blamed himself. .

He had lived in a happy family since he was a child, so he didn't know that someone could live such a hard life.

"If anyone dares to say that you are not good-looking again in the future, I will not let him off lightly!"

"I don't care what others say, as long as you think I look good." Lin Lengsha said as she took another bite of roasted sweet potato.

"In my heart, you are always the most beautiful and my favorite."

"I found that your mouth is sweeter than roasted sweet potatoes." Lin Lengsha said with a smile.

"Then do you want to have a taste?" Bai Qingye put his mouth in front of her and asked.

"No, I just want roasted sweet potatoes."

"But what if I want you to taste it?"

Lin Lengsha took a piece of roasted sweet potato and stuffed it into his mouth and said, "You can eat the rest."

The two of them were talking and laughing along the way, and it felt like time passed very quickly. After a while, the car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

Back in the room upstairs, Bai Qingye asked Lin Lengsha while unbuttoning, "Honey, do you want to take a shower together."

"I'm going to wash myself."

"Okay then, I'm going to wash up first."

I sweated a lot in the park and felt sticky and uncomfortable. Bai Qingye took off his clothes and walked to the bathroom.

Lin Lengsha was sitting on the sofa drinking water when she suddenly heard Bai Qingye shouting in the bathroom. She was about to stand up and go over to see what was going on. Before she could stand up, she saw Bai Qingye leaving the bathroom naked. come out.

"Why did you come out without clothes?" she asked, turning her face to the side.

"Look at how you twisted my legs?" Bai Qingye said with an aggrieved look.

When he was taking off his clothes just now, he saw a large bruise on the base of his thigh. He must have been twisted by Lin Lengsha outside.

He felt quite painful at the time, so he didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, his legs were twisted purple by her.

Lin Lengsha glanced at his thigh and said lightly: "It's okay, I'll go down in a few days."

"I've become like this, don't you feel sad at all?"

"I was often pinched when I was a child, and it was much more serious than yours. It just hurts a little bit when I twist it, so it's not a problem."

Judging from her tone, it seemed like she had been screwed a lot when she was a child, otherwise she wouldn't be so indifferent.

"Honey, did you often get beaten when you were a child?"

"That's not true. It's just that every time I made a mistake when I was a kid, my mother would twist my thigh. She wouldn't spank me anywhere else. She would just twist my thigh every time. I'm used to it."

Bai Qingye instantly forgot about being screwed. He held Lin Lengsha in his arms distressedly. He didn't expect that she suffered so much when she was a child.

What kind of mother would be so cruel? How could she be so cruel to such a young child? Bai Qingye felt that Lin Lengsha's mother was simply too vicious.

"I will never allow anyone to bully you in the future."

"My mother has a bad temper, plus she didn't want me in the first place, and I caused her to bleed heavily and almost lose her life. I can understand her not liking me."

It turns out that there are people in this world who really don’t like their children.

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The following text is not the content of this book. It is just to make up the word count. It has no meaning, so don’t read it. Please jump directly to the next chapter! ! !

The following text is not the content of this book, it is just to make up the word count, please jump directly to the next chapter! ! !

The following text is not the content of this book, it is just to make up the word count, please jump directly to the next chapter! ! !

There was a problem with the system recently, and one chapter's word count was eaten up, so I wrote something randomly to make up the word count.

These are the author's nonsense. If you don't feel bored, you can take a look. Today I saw someone commenting that the author is too young and suggested that the author improve his experience.

It is true that the author is not too old, he is just eighteen this year, hahaha! ! !

Experience is not as simple as reading a few books. Experience slowly improves with age, so there is no shortcut to improving experience. We can only wait for the author to grow up.

The author is not highly educated and has little experience. He wrote the novel based on random thoughts and made it all up. At the beginning, he was just idle and bored and wanted to fulfill his wish to write a novel many years ago. He just thought of a random beginning and started. Although the author's writing is poor and he has no literary talent, he passed the first application for signing the contract.

In this way, I, a newbie, started my writing career. Writing went quite smoothly at the beginning. The plots came out one by one, and there was something endless to write every day.

As the number of words increased, the plot in my mind was basically finished, so I racked my brains and thought about it every day, but I couldn't write a few words in a day.

In order to write the novel, the author's thick hair has become sparse and there are only a few hairs left. In order to think of the plot, the author works hard every day, almost becoming a psychopath, so everyone should not use their brains when reading the article, just have fun. Just kill some boring time and don’t ask too much from the author.

The author is also an ordinary person. He is not very talented. He writes novels by himself and explores bit by bit. There must be a lot of shortcomings. If you have any opinions, feel free to raise them, but please don't scold the author. The author is actually quite glass-hearted. .

Sometimes I am in a good mood, but I accidentally read a comment that I shouldn't have read, and I am instantly hit and depressed, and then I just feel sad for a day, and then I can't write a word.

Good comments can be pleasing to the eye and more motivating, but comments that scold the author may make the author unable to get over the insult for a day.

So please be merciful. If you can't stand it, you should have changed it a long time ago. There are so many novels to read. You are obviously very unhappy after reading them. Why do you want to make yourself angry and keep reading them? I scolded the author while reading it, and I really can’t understand those readers who read it for dozens of hours and read the entire book.

You say he didn’t like reading it, but he insisted on reading it for dozens of hours. You say he liked it, but after reading it he scolded the author bloody, because such a reader, the author They all wanted to run away.

However, such readers are only a few, most readers are kind-hearted. I am really grateful to those readers who have never left the author. Thank you all for sending gifts to the author. Thank you for every comment and every reminder. These are all It is the author’s motivation and courage to persevere.

I originally wanted to finish this book when I wrote about [-] words, but judging from the current plot, [-] words will not be able to end. Now it is very painful to write the plot every day, and it is no longer as good as when I first started writing it. Okay, sometimes I think about just making a casual ending and settling the matter, but I feel a bit reluctant to let it go.

So every day was like squeezing out toothpaste, and I kept putting it off until the end. When I couldn't put it off any longer, I gritted my teeth and worked hard.

I don’t dare to read what I wrote now. I can’t even stand it. I think it’s quite embarrassing for you guys. I’m really sorry for you all. Many people are waiting to read it after it’s finished, but the author just reads it every day. Write a little bit. It keeps dragging on and it won’t be finished, so everyone must be in a hurry.

My goal is to finish it by the end of next month, but I don’t know if I can finish it next month. This is an unknown number, and the author can’t guarantee it. I can only read it one day at a time. Maybe one day the author can’t continue writing anymore, so I will just finish it. It is also possible that the earth will be finished.

……

I talked so much nonsense just to make up the word count, and I still have [-] words left to win.

I don’t have any good ideas yet, so I can’t open a new book yet. I don’t know what kind of books everyone reads, and I guess no one will read my nonsense. If that little cutie can read this, you can leave a comment and leave a message about what you want to read. If the author has the ability to write this type of book, he will definitely adopt everyone's opinions.

In fact, I really want to write a rough-guy novel, but I don’t know if there are many readers who like this type of novel. I have read a few rough-guy novels in which the male protagonists include a foreman, a mechanic, an Orion, a gangster, and a ruffian. I also I don’t know what kind of career to arrange for the male protagonist.

The male protagonists in rough Chinese novels all have boyfriends with overpowering boyfriends and walking hormones. They are usually very lustful and talk promiscuously. To be honest, it is quite difficult to write. If the writing is too explicit, it may not pass. If the writing is too plain, it will feel awkward. It’s not interesting, and it really tests the author’s writing skills.

Have any friends seen this? Do you think the author is crazy? He is talking nonsense here and here and there, and you don’t know what he is writing.

Speaking of words, I don’t know what I’m writing.

Let me ask you a question. Do you think it would be better for the heroine of this book to have a boy or a girl? I found that some readers seem to like reading plots about children. I am considering whether to ask the heroine to give birth to the child as soon as possible. Come on down and write more stories about children!

It seems that some readers like to see the heroine pregnant and describe the pregnancy. What is there to write about during the pregnancy?

I worked really hard to make up the word count, and I really convinced myself.

I seem to only be able to write about the daily lives of the male and female protagonists, and sometimes I write short sweet stories, which are so cruel that I can’t write them. Sometimes I want to torture the protagonist, but I rack my brains and can’t do it, so some readers say that the writing is so sweet. You're right to say it's greasy. It's really greasy if it's too sweet. It should be both sweet and cruel, that way it's interesting to watch.

The author has been nagging for a long time, and now my mouth is dry. I am going to learn how the masters write. I can’t always work hard. I need to improve my writing skills. If I don’t make progress, no one will read the book. Ha ha ha ha! ! !

The word count is completed. Thank you everyone. It’s not easy. I have to think about tomorrow’s plot.