IX Cultivation

Say:

"Baby, be good...I didn't mean to..." The lover's voice was very depressed, with an unconscious pause, "I'll let you out tomorrow."

Wan Ling's eyes dimmed for a moment, and she patted the boy's slender shoulder and said, "It's okay, Dad loves you very much."

Wan Ou was his favorite in the orphanage, and the little Wan Ou, who was still a baby at that time, opened his eyes quietly, as if he was not afraid of anyone, he didn't cry or make trouble, but he was small and pitiful.

Wan Ling saw him at a glance, and said to Tan Lang, who was with him at the time to choose, "That's him."

Tan Lang smiled dotingly at that time, poked the baby's soft face with his fingers, then hugged the man's shoulder affectionately and said, "I like whatever you like."

In a blink of an eye, little Wan Ou is five years old, and he will be sensitive to who really likes or hates him, but he still hasn't seen clearly the person who sleeps next to him every night. His future seems to be getting farther and farther away from him now.

Just like the absurd dream he had during his coma, in the end, no one was by his side...

"How could it be..." Wan Ling's eyes were light and light, comforting the boy who was frightened by the 'argument' between him and Yan Xi just now, kissing the boy's black hair, and said, "Your father Yan I was drunk today, that's why I was so fierce, tomorrow... it will be fine."

Wan Ling said that he didn't know if he was speaking to himself or the boy, as if everything would really return to its original state after today.

But soon, the boy left his embrace slightly, and the indistinguishable appearance of a child made Wan Ou's heart soften no matter what expression he made.

The boy's little hand moved away from the man's shoulder, and carefully held the man's cheek. He blinked timidly, but slowly moved closer when he found that the man had no objection. The pink lips were printed on the man's face full of texture. On the bright red lips, the soft tip of the tongue gently licked, while moving, he said: "Then dad, don't be sad, you still have Xiao Ou, Xiao Ou will always be by your side forever."

"Forever?"

The boy said earnestly: "Yes, I swear." The boy's cheeks were slightly red, as if he had told some unbelievable truth, which made him tremble shyly with his thick eyelashes, and kiss the man in front of him even harder.

Wan Ling knew that this was the boy's strange way of comforting him, Yan Xi didn't like them very much, and Wan Ou was indeed getting older, so Wan Ling slowly pushed away when the boy's tongue was wrapped around him, and the boy was slightly stunned. Kissed the boy's smooth forehead as a return gift with an expressionless expression, and said, "Xiao Ou is so good."

The boy looked at Wan Ling who was smiling faintly with dark eyes, paused, and suddenly asked: "Just now, I heard my little dad say that I want to kill... what?"

Wan Ling froze, as if recalling the irresistible coldness of the young lover just now, she hugged the boy tightly, not letting the boy see her expression, and said calmly:

"Xiao Ou, you don't understand the matter of adults. You just need to know that you will have a younger brother in a short time... that's good..."

After Wan Ling finished speaking, he added another sentence: "Perhaps, it should be said that there are two..."

"That's great, Xiao Ou is going to have a younger brother!" Wan Ling heard the boy's cute and joyful voice, but didn't see how the boy smiled on his shoulder.

Wan Ling was only slightly relieved, and then there was endless bewilderment and helplessness hidden deep in his heart...

He didn't know what else he could do to make things less complicated. Maybe he just needed to knock out the two little things as Yan Xi said, but Wan Ling couldn't do it.

He is not the self in his dream, he has been looking forward to it for so long... The soft child in his stomach is not for memory but for love.

For this, he can endure the existence of another little thing, and he can't bear to go to Ye Qingming who is the biggest suspect. Yan Xi said that...it is really too cruel.

That's his child too, isn't it?

Wan Ling still remembers Yan Xi's silly bubbling after knowing that he was going to be a father-to-be, so has he changed, or has he changed?

The man was so sleepy that he fell asleep without finding the answer. He hoped that someone would love his child as much as he did. He wanted to hold his baby in his heart...

Suddenly, before Wan Ling fell asleep, a picture flashed in front of his eyes. It was a man with a hideous wound on his forehead, walking on his back in thousands of galaxies, and his tail was hooked by a long dragon tail. He said, when will you give him an egg...

It just flashed by, and then was squeezed out of my mind by sleepiness, leaving a faint trace.

And just one door away, a young man who kept beating his head shook his head in pain, wanting to not be so excited. The thought of dragging a man out to fuck him until he had a miscarriage also made him both excited and depressed.

The demon on his right shoulder said: This should be done, all spirits can only be his!Let the man recognize this fact, and then go to Ye's house and shoot Ye Qingming dead!

The angel standing on the young man's left shoulder licked the corner of his mouth and said: The devil is right, you should do this!

Yan Xi's hands trembled uncontrollably, and finally locked himself in the bathroom. He also turned on the shower, and the cold water sprayed from the shower instantly stimulated his parched skin and beating heart.

Rationality stepped forward and strangled the demon and angel on his shoulders to death, Yan Xi slid on the ground, his thin trousers were wet and stuck to the young man's perfect slender legs.

I don't know how long it took, maybe an hour or maybe four hours, Yan Xi opened his eyes again, although the eyes were bloodshot, they had already recovered the calmness and concealment of the past.

When the young man stood up, he swayed, water drops slipped down his high nose bridge, he slowed down for a while, turned off the shower switch, and then went out of the bathroom barefoot, walking out of the wet footprints all the way, and finally put Wan The door of Ou's room opened, and the lights in the corridor poured in as the door opened. Yan Xi walked to the small bed, looked at the man who was sleeping next to a boy, picked him up, turned and left.

But the boy opened his eyes in the next second, with a confused face, and asked in a low voice: "Little dad, dad said he doesn't want to see you, will dad be angry if you are like this...?" The boy seemed to be thinking about the youth.

Yan Xi tilted his head slightly, his voice was hoarse but cold and gloomy: "Don't pretend to be with me."

After finishing speaking, he strode away, leaving the boy sitting alone on the small bed with a blank expression on his face.

181. Uh...I Pain...

He reconciled with Yan Xi.

When he woke up and saw Yan Xi sitting in front of him, staring at him with bloodshot eyes all night, laughing worse than crying and saying sorry to him, Wan Ling couldn't tell what it was taste.

Yan Xi said: [Baby, I'm sorry. 】

Yan Xi said that there was something wrong with the water Bai Xian handed him yesterday, that he was a little irritable yesterday, and that it was all his fault.

Returning to normal, maybe Wan Ling thought it was normal Yan Xi was extremely haggard, holding her head in her beautiful hands, deeply introspecting, and then tentatively embraced Wan Ling.

Wan Ling listened quietly, and after a long time, he asked: "Yan Xi, is what you said yesterday true?"

Wan Ling wanted to know what Yan Xi was thinking. Did he really think it would be okay for the three-month-old child to die, or did he just think he was dirty?

He also knew that Yan Xi must be dissatisfied. If it was him, he would be angry...

Wan Ling looked at Yan Xi's sudden silence, and smiled slowly: "I see..."

"No, it's not what you think." Yan Xi said, "I didn't choose what to say yesterday, baby, you can beat me and scold me, I love you."

Wan Ling was gently hugged by his lover, he could feel how hard the arms around his waist were, and his voice was low, a little dry, stunned and sad: "I don't want to get rid of it."

Lawyer Yan has always taken the initiative in this love affair. Even though he is much younger than Wan Ling, he has a different maturity. He treats Wan Ling as his heart and liver. In fact, the rage last night was real. The present confession and anxiety are all true, but the previous disguise made Yan Xi live in the true and the false, and the man couldn't understand it for a while.

Wan Ling is not as deep in love as Yan Xi, but he is content with the status quo. He has Yan Xi's little thing, and he plans to spend his whole life with the father of the child. Wan Ling feels very tired. The long emotional entanglement has not been settled until now.

"Well, we're not going." The young man holding him said so, but Wan Ling didn't believe it.

So Wan Ling said again: "I'm serious, I know you must be uncomfortable in your heart, if I force others to make things difficult... I won't force you..." We can separate for a while, separate, so that each other has space to think carefully.

"No force." The youth's unhesitating voice sounded next to Wan Ling's ear, interrupting half of what he had said.

And just like what Yan Xi said, their life returned to calm. Yan Xi likes to surround him from behind as if he doesn't know that there are other people's seeds in his belly, measuring whether the man's belly has grown.

At night, Wan Ling often feels that what he wants is not enough, and when he has sex with Yan Xi, he always wears a condom. This is what Wan Ling asked after he was pregnant. He was afraid that he would also be pregnant with the second gestational sac. There will be some troubles, but now the 'trouble' has been solved by another person, but Wan Ling hasn't mentioned that there is no need for condoms.

Yan Xi started to get a little busy, Wan Ling asked occasionally, Yan Xi simply said it was about Ye Qingming, Wan Ling stopped asking.

Wan Ling also officially started her child-raising life, and after calling Daqian Chu to ask for leave for half a year, she was