Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

Could it be that there are rats in there?

Song Yinzhi walked over gently, put his ear on the wooden door, and listened carefully to every move inside.

The rustling sound became more and more clear.

It seems that there is really a rat problem, but the aunt said that it is not allowed to enter here, and she didn't say the reason, but if it is really a rat problem, what if there are any valuables inside that are damaged by the rats.

Although it was done by rats, even though the employer said that they cannot enter here, but because they have stayed in the system for too long, they have taken too many scapegoats for the leaders, so they subconsciously think that once the valuables are damaged, the employer will definitely I have to let myself take the blame again.

"Why don't you clean it well! You can't see such a big mouse? What's wrong? I think it's cute, so I can't bear to do it?!"

Thinking about it, Song Yinzhi couldn't help shivering.

Without further ado, his hand was already on the doorknob, and he tried to pull the doorknob, but the door seemed to be locked.

"Boom!"

Something crashed loudly on the wooden floor.

Song Yinzhi was almost frightened by the voice and took two steps back subconsciously.

It looks like something is broken inside!This dead mouse is so courageous, he climbed onto the table along the chair, is this?The cracking sound inside sounds like the sound of broken porcelain. What if it is the blue and white porcelain of the Tang Dynasty collected by the employer, just one is enough to sell himself to Nanyang as a coolie for 70 years!

Song Yinzhi hurriedly took a step forward and pulled the doorknob vigorously, but the wooden door was still motionless.

No, I have to take care of it if I don't let it go.

Thinking about it, Song Yinzhi went downstairs "thump, thump, thump," and ran to the utility room to find the folding ladder.

He spread the ladder against the window of the storage room and climbed up the ladder.

The curtains are drawn inside, so nothing can be seen, but even through the deep red corduroy curtains, you can still vaguely see what seems to be a faint light inside?

There was dry heat floating in the midsummer night, even so, Song Yinzhi still broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the faint light.

Is there... anyone there?

But in this house, other than myself is a baby, or is there any dirty thing that cannot be explained by science?

But if it is a ghost, do I need to turn on the light?

Sometimes, people's thirst for knowledge is greater than their sense of fear, so the protagonists of ghost films often take risks by themselves, and Song Yinzhi is no exception. Although he is afraid, his strong thirst for knowledge keeps scratching his heart like a little claw.

Thinking, he swallowed nervously, and slowly stretched out his hand to the window handle——

It was almost as if he had a grudge against the window, maybe he was afraid that the things inside would escape early if he moved too slowly, the moment he opened the window suddenly, a strong fragrance came to his nostrils.

It's like smelling the fragrance when you first came to this house.

Can't tell what it smells like.

He opened the curtains, and obviously heard the sound of something running, but looking over, there was only the dim and sleepy desk lamp on the table.

The whole storage room was arranged like an ordinary study room, except for that weird desk lamp, there was nothing special about it.

Song Yinzhi grabbed the window coffin and poked his head in hard, wanting to see what was broken just now.

But don't talk about fragments, there are not even half of the porcelain items.

This is strange.

Why was the light on, and where did the sound just now come from?

Simply, he climbed in along the window with hands and feet.

The scent was so strong that it was a bit pungent, making Song Yinzhi dizzy.

He barely stabilized his figure, jumped off the floor cautiously, and looked at the room carefully under the dim light.

It's really nothing special, it's an ordinary study room, and there is a wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room.

As the most loyal follower of Marx, Song Yinzhi firmly believes that all ghosts and monsters are reactionaries, and this unmanned desk lamp must have accidentally touched the button when the mouse slipped away. Looking at himself from the corner where people care about, he laughed.

Song Yinzhi didn't believe in this evil, he must find out this little mouse and bring it to justice today.

He lay on the ground, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and checked along the gap little by little, there was nothing.

Check the bookshelf again, still nothing.

Then only the big wardrobe is left.

Maybe, a big hole was dug out by a mouse to make a nest in this closet long ago.

Song Yinzhi quietly walked to the closet and looked around, but he didn't find any convenient weapons, so he had to fight hand-to-hand.

Thinking, he jerked open the closet——

There was a thud, the rat didn't make a nest in the closet, but Song Yinzhi almost made a big hole out of the closet.

Oddly enough, there isn't one here either.

Song Yinzhi imitated his fucking posture, and unconsciously put his hands on his hips.

Rats are inherently cunning and flexible, and they might have been run away by them long ago.

Song Yinzhi felt tired and didn't want to care about it anymore. Why don't he just buy a mousetrap and set it up in the room tomorrow, so as to catch the mice one by one.

He looked up, just about to close the closet——

Rows of clothes are neatly stacked in front of them, with different styles. Judging from the size, they should be adult clothes, and they are all men's styles.

Song Yinzhi still didn't care, thinking it was Feng Qi's father's clothes.

But his father felt that his taste was really not ordinary, it was quite trendy.

Song Yinzhi closed the closet, turned off the lamp, and climbed down the ladder.

When I returned to the room after taking a shower, the baby was already sleeping on all fours, and the quilt was kicked aside.

Song Yinzhi walked over gently, picked up the small quilt and covered him lightly.

The little baby babbled twice, and seeing that he was about to wake up, Song Yinzhi quickly patted his belly lightly, humming softly.

The little baby opened his eyes and looked at him in confusion for a while, then fell back into a deep sleep.

Song Yinzhi gently rolled onto the bed, and checked the baby's forehead injury by the moonlight. It was not big, a small piece, but it was enough for the little guy to hurt.

Poor little Douding, why did you get hurt?

Song Yinzhi touched the skin around the baby's wound, feeling uncomfortable.

He really liked this little guy, and he had raised him as his own son before he knew it.

The baby turned over and fumbled with his little hands as if looking for something.

Song Yinzhi quickly stretched out his hand, and the little baby groped for his hand, accurately found his index finger, grabbed it, and held it in his arms.

The next day—

Song Yinzhi got up early in the morning. It was said on the Internet that vitamin B2 can promote growth, development, metabolism, and speed up wound healing, so he opened the refrigerator and found out all the foods containing vitamin B2.

Pour the pureed spinach juice into the container, boil the lamb liver, blanch it in water and chop it into mud, add some batter and boil it into balls. The balls of uniform size rise and fall in the pot, like small green frogs. Jumping happily in the water.

Break up the pineapple and put it into the porridge to cook together, add a little spinach leaf into it, and finally prepare the milk powder.

At this time, the little baby also woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anyone, and played a little temper there again, babbling and holding his little fox doll, gnawing and biting.

"Why is the baby angry?" Song Yinzhi's voice was very soft, soft and delicate.

Seeing Song Yinzhi approaching, the little baby finally stopped what he was doing.

"Come on, Xueqiu, let's go down and wash up." As he said, Song Yinzhi picked up the baby and walked downstairs.

He felt that the baby was one and a half years old, and he should learn to do it by himself, so he prepared the face wash and toothpaste for him, and pushed it in front of him:

"Snowball, let's learn to wash by ourselves today, shall we?"

Xueqiu stared at the toilet utensils with a pair of big misty eyes, without moving.

At first Song Yinzhi thought that he could not do it, so he took his own toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Follow my brother's example, put the toothbrush into your mouth, brush left, brush right—"

The little baby looked at him, still not moving.

Song Yinzhi sighed slightly, took the baby's toothbrush and handed it to him: "Brother taught you, put it in your mouth first."

The little baby held the toothbrush in his little hand, and after looking at it for a while, his face suddenly changed, his little face was ashen, and he began to play tricks:

"No~ I want my brother to clean up."

"If you don't understand, brother will help you, but put it in your mouth, look, it's very simple, right?"

"No~" the little baby continued to play tricks, pulling Song Yinzhi's pants with his small hands, "I want my brother to clean up!"

Song Yinzhi knew that this child was just trying to act like a baby, he didn't know how to do it, he could even wear clothes by himself, but such simple things as brushing his teeth and washing his face had to be helped by others.

Considering the baby's feelings, Song Yinzhi couldn't refuse him directly, so he changed the subject:

"Oh, my brother suddenly remembered that there was still water boiling in the pot. My brother went to see if the water was boiled. Xueqiu brushed his teeth first. If not, my brother came back and taught you, okay?"

After all, he didn't dare to look at the baby's expression, so he turned his head and walked out.

Song Yinzhi thought of the sensational college student who had to study with his mother when he went to college in other places, and even had to peel eggs and feed them to his mouth. He didn't want little Feng Qi to become like this, so he had to cultivate his independence Hands-on ability.

He stood outside for a few minutes and felt that it was almost done, so he went back to the bathroom to see how the baby was doing.

But when I went back, I found that the baby was still standing there holding the toothbrush, and the young and tender back looked lonely and helpless, which was quite pitiful.

The enemy was too strong, Song Yinzhi disarmed and surrendered instantly.

He walked over to pick up the baby, put a bib on him, put him on his lap, and took the toothbrush: "Brother can help you today, but you have to brush it yourself tomorrow."

The little baby turned to look at Song Yinzhi's face, and after a while, nodded slightly.

After waiting for the baby to wash up, and taking him to have breakfast, the baby played with his temper again:

"Don't eat!"

"Why don't you eat it?" Song Yinzhi asked nicely.

"Don't eat it!" The baby didn't say why, but it seemed that he disliked spinach very much. He barely drank a few sips of formula milk, but he didn't eat anything with spinach.

Song Yinzhi got up an hour early today, and boiled the spinach balls for four to 10 minutes. Knowing that babies are picky eaters, he deliberately weighed them with a small scale according to the proportion when seasoning. Gooey to make the meatballs look less unpalatable.

But the baby wouldn't even take a bite of everything he did.

So I'm a little bit lost.

Song Yinzhi stood for a while, picked up the balls, and paid special attention to his expression: "Then baby, how about some porridge?"

"Don't drink."

Bald, one head two big.

"Then what do you want to eat, brother will make it for you." Song Yinzhi knelt down and held the little baby's hand, "Want to eat meat?"

The little baby looked at him, his mouth was pouted and he could hang a teapot.

The man in front of him, even though he tried his best to hide it, his loss still showed through his eyes.

The little baby slowly sat up straight, tentatively touched the scar on his forehead with his little hand, and then curled his mouth:

"It hurts, I want to cry."