Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

【Duan Siwei】:

"I'm sorry I just finished my work. How are you doing? Are you sure you're not injured?"

Song Yinzhi thought that this person was too enthusiastic.

So he quickly replied: "You are too polite, we are really fine."

【Duan Siwei】:

"It's best not to get hurt. I'm really sorry for scaring you."

Song Yinzhi didn't know what to say, so he could only say: "You really don't have to worry about it, you will pay for what should be compensated, and we are fine."

【Duan Siwei】:

"I still have to take it to heart. How about it? To express my apology, I will treat you to dinner tomorrow. Would you like to show me your face?"

Song Yinzhi felt a little baffled, as for what?

"It's too polite to eat, and there is no one else in my employer's house, so it's not convenient for me to bring my children."

【Duan Siwei】:

"It's okay, I can ask a temporary nanny to take care of the children for you."

Song Yinzhi looked at the message from the other party and sighed.

Now that people have talked about this, it would seem a little ignorant to refuse.

"Don't bother to hire a nanny, I can watch it myself, thank you."

【Duan Siwei】:

"Then I will pick you up at six o'clock tomorrow night, is it convenient for me to give you an address?"

Song Yinzhi thought for a while: "My location is relatively remote, otherwise I'll go directly to the city center and wait for you. Tomorrow afternoon, I just have to accompany my baby to class in the city center. Class ends at 05:30, and the time is just right."

Duan Siwei quickly sent a "smiling" emoji.

Then said: "That's just right, my company is in the city center, which institution do you take classes in, you can send me the address, and I will pick you up when the time comes."

"Okay, thank you."

After typing these few words and sending them over, the other party sent a sentence of "see you tomorrow" and nothing happened.

Inexplicably, this person is also too enthusiastic. Most people would like to make a clear choice when encountering such a thing, but he is good, and he is eager to post.

Song Yinzhi packed up his things, took a shower, went to the baby's room to take a look, and saw that the little guy was still sleeping soundly, then carefully went to bed and tucked into the quilt.

The elm trees in the courtyard rarely opened small red-brown flowers, swaying slightly in the night wind.

His blood-red eyes stared motionlessly at the arched window not far away, and through the stained glass, he could vaguely see two people lying on the big bed inside.

The corner of Xie Mei's mouth is slightly raised, provoking a hint of playfulness——

****

"Little Xueqiu, get up, we are going to class."

Song Yinzhi gently rocked the sleeping baby who was still lying on the bed.

The baby was shaken twice, woke up from a sweet dream, opened his eyes and looked at the ignorant adult in front of him in a daze, his uncontrollable anger for getting up broke out amidst a few coquettish "whims".

Knowing that the baby was about to get up, Song Yinzhi didn't dare to urge him, so he could only lift him up from the bed, gently stroked his back, and comforted him softly:

"Hey baby, wait until we come back to sleep at night?"

The little baby leaned his cheek on Song Yinzhi's shoulder, blinked his eyes, and yawned big. The little temper that had already erupted was like a punch on cotton, only a little spark was thrown out, and finally had to die down.

Breakfast is apple puree, omelet and corn cup. The omelet is filled with milk and ham. The baby is a bit picky eater and doesn't like corn, so he throws the left half of the bowl there. Song Yinzhi takes the trouble to coax the baby over and over again. corn kernels eaten,

Because corn is a coarse grain, which is good for the body, Song Yinzhi strives to match the thickness of each meal, and prepares both meat and vegetables, which is beautiful and delicious.

But the baby just won't eat.

Forget it, don't eat it if you don't eat it, Song Yinzhi really doesn't want to force him.

After changing the baby's clothes, I waited for a long time for the car, but when I couldn't wait, I simply carried him to the national highway.

The little baby seemed to be very sleepy, and now he was lying on Song Yinzhi's shoulders, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

When I came to the early education center, Teacher Xiaolu was being surrounded by a group of parents asking questions. In fact, the questions were nothing more than "how is my baby doing?" Answer them one by one.

Song Yinzhi didn't like to join in the fun, so he sat on the couch outside the classroom to help the baby tidy up his clothes, then hung the small water bottle around the baby's neck, and said softly:

"Snowball, do you need brother to go in and accompany you today?"

Hearing this, Little Snowball nodded almost without hesitation.

I'm a bit helpless. There are regulations here. Parents are not allowed to accompany them. To cultivate the baby's sense of independence, even the only child of the IZ family cannot set this precedent. Otherwise, other parents will feel that it is unfair, and this will cause trouble for the organization.

Song Yinzhi looked into the baby's eyes, raised his hand to help him straighten his soft hair, and said persuasively: "But there are rules here, what if brother can't go in."

The little baby looked back at him, and there was a moment of gloom in his eyes. After a long while, he asked in a childlike voice:

"Are you going to lie to me again?"

Although the tone is somewhat immature and ridiculous, the tone is indeed irresistible and tough.

Song Yinzhi smiled awkwardly: "Brother doesn't want to lie to you, and he really wants to stay with you without leaving even a single step, but rules are rules, and no one can be special."

Little Xueqiu is not the kind of doll who doesn't say anything, he also understands the truth, but...

He just wants company, is that wrong?

Seeing the baby's dim eyes, Song Yinzhi's heart tightened, he raised his arms to hug him, and gently patted his back:

"Snowball, good boy~ don't be sad, brother will figure out a way, okay?"

****

In the noisy classroom, the babies are all arguing about little things, or crying because a block is missing, or depressed because other children are faster than themselves.

Only in the northeast corner, a circle is drawn, and the calm inside the circle is like the time of a sage after the passion.

Baby Feng Qi was sitting on a cushion, and in front of him was an English Big Ben made of building blocks. Even the details were done very delicately. He was very quiet, deaf to the noise around him, as if he was only living in his own world .

A thick red cotton thread was tied to his white and tender little arm like a lotus root joint, and a small bell was tied on the thread. As long as the cotton thread was pulled taut, the bell would ring a crisp and pleasant sound.

On the other end of the thick cotton thread, Song Yinzhi was sitting outside and did not dare to move. There was also a red cotton thread tied around his wrist, which was connected to the baby on the other end. The cotton thread was too short, and he would pull it even if he raised his hand to scratch it. The little bell squeaked.

At this time, the little baby walked up to the single-sided glass, raised his little hand and patted the glass.

And Song Yinzhi could only helplessly pat the glass in response, telling the baby that he was outside and didn't go anywhere.

The early education class lasted from 01:30 in the afternoon to 05:30 in the evening. During the four hours in between, Song Yinzhi remained motionless as if he was nailed to the sofa.

The bell for the end of get out of class sounded like the sound of nature. Song Yinzhi, who was drowsy and had a sore back, heard this sound, and immediately jumped up like a stimulant, and ran to the door quickly.

As soon as the door was opened, the cute little Douding was led out of the door by the teacher at the reception.

Baby Feng Qi was also among them. Although he was young, he was obviously a little taller than children of the same age, so he stood out in the crowd at a glance.

Seeing Song Yinzhi standing at the door, the little baby couldn't help stretching out two small hands towards Song Yinzhi, staggering forward with his short legs——

Ah, Song Yinzhi seems to have seen an angel flying towards him.

So he couldn't help stretching out his hands.

The little baby looked very anxious and couldn't wait to grab Song Yinzhi's hand.

Um?The cotton thread seems to be hanging on the doorknob?

Um?The little baby didn't seem to notice this situation, so he didn't stop his steps?

Um?Why did the baby, face down, fall straight down?

Ok? !

Song Yinzhi's breathing almost stopped at that moment. He watched the little baby trip over the cotton thread, and even knocked his face on the ground. Accompanied by the muffled sound that felt painful just by listening to it, the little baby lay there motionless... …

"Snowball, are you alright?" Song Yinzhi quickly helped him up, checking his body for any injuries.

The baby pursed his mouth, with a weeping expression on his face.

Fortunately, there was no trauma, just a red spot on the forehead.

Song Yinzhi hurriedly rubbed his forehead for help, and couldn't hold back his mouth: "Baby, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Baby Feng Qi blinked his eyes, and suddenly stretched out his little hand to grab Song Yinzhi's index finger.

"It hurts, I want to call—"

"Okay, okay, hoo hoo." Song Yinzhi immediately surrendered, ignoring the eyes of others, hugging the baby and hoo hoo.

The phone vibrated twice, and while he was calling to the baby, he took out the phone and looked at it.

It was a message from Duan Siwei.

The content is simple and straightforward:

"Is the baby out of class? I'm already at the door."