grab that pudding

Song Huan replied for the nth time with a helpless smile: "It's okay, I'm fine."

"Really? This bed is not particularly comfortable. After lying on it for two weeks, my back is sore. Come, let me rub it for you..."

"it is good……"

"Does Huanhuan want to eat figs? When I came here, I saw some figs on the side of the road. I asked my uncle to pick them with him. I tasted them. It was very sweet! ... I'll ask the doctor later to see if you can eat them." .”

Song Huan sighed silently, and said: "Changcheng, why are you so nagging. When I fell asleep, I heard a fly all day long, chirping crookedly in my ear, and I couldn't even sleep peacefully. "

Chang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth, leaned close to Song Huan's lips, pretended to bite fiercely, and rubbed his fingers around Song Huan's earlobe: "You think your husband is nagging, do you need to clean up? Don't think that I am now Not willing to bully patients."

"Come here." Song Huan scratched the palms of his arms around his belly, and smiled lightly, with a three-point carelessness, three-point gentleness, three-point awakening weakness, and a part frivolous.

Chang Cheng, who had been abstinent for a long time, was very polite.

"Little friend, what's wrong with playing with fire? Huh?" The ending sound rose, and the corners of the mouth twitched slightly.

Your friend, Kuangjuan Xiemei version Chang Zong has been online.

Song Huan: "Oh, I'm so scared, people are so dirty."

"You..." Changcheng looked fondly at the playful Song Huan, and helplessly kissed that snow-white neck, and couldn't help but bury it in his neck after the kiss.

Song Huan said softly in Chang Cheng's arms, "Looking at your recent performance and such a good situation, I can provide help within a limited time."

"Baby, are you overestimating yourself? Or underestimating me?" Chang Cheng squeezed his waist punitively, "Your task is to lie down and grow fat obediently."

How could Chang Cheng be willing to really attack Song Huan, he was not even willing to let him move a little more, almost wanted to rush to chew the mouthful of warm water for Song Huan before feeding him.

"Let me hug."

The two of them didn't speak, and indulged in tranquility under the faint sunshine.

The hills outside the window have faded from the morning mist, and the green outlines are fresh and pleasant. The people inside the window are listening to the crisp birdsong and intertwined breathing outside the window.

Chang Cheng gently stroked Song Huan's abdomen with his hands, and it slowly rose and fell with his breathing.Here, the children of the two of them were once conceived.

Changcheng has always been indifferent to children, and even dislikes them a little.The people at home basically don't kiss him very much (I'm afraid of being bullied...), and the children I see outside are too noisy, and they seem to be troublesome.

But the strange thing is that at the beginning, he knew that he might be the child of Song Huan and others, but he couldn't hate this white, tender, soft and clever little one at all.When she was innocently stared at by those watery and beautiful eyes like Song Huan's, she couldn't help but soften her heart.After getting in touch with him slowly, I like this child more and more. He is smart and soft, cute and mischievous, lively and cute. This child even resembles me in many ways, and he is in harmony and happy to get along with him.Later, he thought that neither he nor Song Huan would have children of his own in this life, so it would be great to pamper Little Pudding like his own son.

Unexpectedly, this miraculous little life merged the blood of the two of them, grew up little by little, could run, jump, cry, laugh, play tricks and act like a baby, faintly revealing their shadows, but it was an independent and unique little life.

right here……

Chang Cheng stroked and felt gently up and down, it was wonderful and joyful, and as soon as guilt came to his mind, his movements couldn't help but become heavy.

How could Changcheng be so emotional in the past?A frenzied publicity, an irresistible ruffian energy, but after meeting Song Huan, it gradually became different, his emotions would be affected by him, he would be satisfied, angry, worried, Will taste the pain of loss.Finally reunited, holding a broken heart and cautiously testing, wanting to get close to that warmth, but afraid of losing it again.When they made up their minds, they seemed to have returned to the confident and sunny age of 20 years old, and broke into their lives domineeringly.This time, after experiencing the destruction and collapse of losing his lover, he learned that the lover who raised the child alone had ups and downs, which were not real at all, but they were all very real. He could feel the gentle breathing of the people around him, warm body temperature...

There is nothing rational or irrational, there are always those people and things that let you do as you please.

A pair of white hands came up, as if comforting, or begging for comfort.

"You... got it?" Song Huan probed.For more than two weeks, according to Changcheng's domineering temperament, it is impossible for the nurse to help wipe his body. In addition, during this period of time, he is really not completely comatose, and he can hear and feel it.

He said muffledly behind him, "Hmm..."

"...I..." Song Huan didn't know what to say, he was hesitating, but was startled by the man behind him biting his teeth on the shoulder: "Why?"

"I want to criticize you. Why didn't you come to me for so many years? Why did you come to me so late? Why didn't you tell me until now? Even if I'm a bastard, I'm still a bastard who loves you..."

"I want to criticize myself more, what kind of bastard did I do... My baby and my child are waiting for me, but I can't find you..."

Song Huan shook his head: "Actually, it's me who has been running away, so I've been hiding."

"No... it's—"

"Changcheng, listen to me. At that time, I wanted to beat you up, but I was also competing with myself. I am also a man, and I can afford to support my own children. I don't need anyone to rely on. At that time, I thought, You can also live a good life, and you can bring the little pudding yourself, you don’t need to come back, you don’t need to ask anyone.

Chang Cheng also shook his head behind him: "It's my fault. If I hadn't been so impulsive at the time, we wouldn't have quarreled at all. I'm too stupid to notice it."

Song Huan smiled: "Should we continue to do this, business mutual acquisition? Hurry up and ask the doctor, figs look delicious."

Chang Cheng reluctantly got out of bed, and before he had gone far, the door was pushed open vigorously, hitting the wall fiercely, with a loud "bang", as fierce as an enemy seeking revenge.

Both of them were startled by the sudden loud noise, and a familiar voice resounded loudly: "Huanhuan!! You finally woke up!!"

Song Huan stared blankly at a pink hair full of girlish hearts who couldn't wait to rush over and hug her tightly. Looking closely at the light pink hair, it was still stained and couldn't tell whether it was white or grandma's gray.

"Lele, why are you dyed, little pink hair?"

"Happy!" Lele quickly stood up, with her arms akimbo, and said boldly, "Look, it's not! You woke up not long after dyeing!"

Although this strange brain circuit is indeed very similar to Lele's style, Song Huan always feels that this is not the case.

It's not that Lele has never dyed her hair before. The worst time was when she dyed her silver hair, she was pulled out of the door with a feather duster and scolded: "If you don't dye that white hair back for me, don't even think about going back." Home! Why is it not good to dye gray hair like others?! Are you mocking me for buying black hair dye or are you trying to piss off your grandparents?!"

"Mom! It's not white hair! It's silver!"

"I don't care about your whiteness! It's all white. Does it make sense for a teenager to have white hair?!"

"Isn't this pretty..."

"It's not that I gave birth to you! How dare you mess around without this face?! Do you think you can dye your hair white because you have a good face?! I didn't tell you before. You dyed brown or yellow. Now it's all right. Dare to make it white? Do you really think we don’t care about it?”

"That's orange..."

"Get out! How dare you talk back! Go back!" After saying that, the door was closed, and Lele was successfully kicked out.

Lele yelled at the door angrily: "I dye it green!"

Inside the door was a more moderate roar: "Do you dare to dye it?!"

Lele ran to Song's house desolately, and was warmly received by Song Huan's grandparents, except for the sentence of grandma: "Hey! Lele, why is your hair so white? Could it be that you are sick? What did the doctor say? ? Are you okay?"

Lele suffocated internally: "Grandma, I'm infected..."

"Oh, you big guy, why did you dye the same hair as mine? ##*%@#$%*..."

Song Huan almost laughed out loud beside him.

Crowded on the bed at night, Song Huan asked Lele: "Do you really want to dye it green?"

"Don't hold back, it's like a pineapple..."

Song Huan kindly reminded: "Pineapples are yellow."

"Isn't it a sky-high green crown? Although my face looks good in any color, even if I have green on my head, I have a 100% sympathy rate when I walk on the road..."

Song Huan looked at Lele with a smile.

Lele returned with a sincere smile.

Song Huan kept smiling.

Lele was crazy: "Okay, okay! Didn't you wake up last week, but I still believed in our friendship at that time, so I blatantly said in front of the doctor that I can wake you up, if you don't wake up within three days Come here and I'll dye my hair green..."

"The result? What about the trust between people?! On the third day, you didn't move at all!! Did you do it on purpose?! Several nurses who heard my nonsense comforted me and said that it's okay if you don't get infected, anyway, you Any color of hair looks good."

"I felt that my man's dignity was hurt! I ran to the hair dye shop once I said it was hard to follow."

Lele, with a heroic expression, paused here for a while.

Song Huan understood in seconds: "Ah, yes, what happened after that?"

"When I entered the store, a group of Tony teachers surrounded me enthusiastically, boasting wildly, saying that I am so good-looking, and I can look good in any style, and dutifully took out the photo album! I didn't even need to look through the photo album, I saw that they seemed to be non-mainstream. The colorful hair makes the head firm and inviolable!"

"Under the expectant eyes of a group of trend creators, I walked around the store calmly. It felt like a leader going to the countryside for inspection. I couldn't pretend anymore!"

"Later, I saw a guy in the corner whose workmanship looked pretty good, and his hair wasn't done like a dyeing furnace, so I asked him to do it for me. The group of tony teachers, all of them were heartbroken and wanted to persuade my prodigal son to turn back. , like a group of veterans risking their lives to admonish the dazed emperor, the quarrel gave me a headache. I ran out and called Uncle Da Heng."

"He knew that I wanted to dye my hair green, so he said, if I got green, he would come back and shave my head immediately. I didn't like green at first, but fortunately, Uncle Da Heng helped to make things worse. ..."

"After thinking about it for a long time, it's better to dye it in powder. No, you woke up not long ago, how lucky!"

After listening to Lele's lyrical and emotional speech, Song Huan pondered for a while and asked, "Then why didn't you dye bright red?"

Lele: ...