IX Cultivation

His eyes, the eyes that smiled after seeing the man, were all invisible, the small toothless mouth was raised pinkly, and the soft little hands danced in the air, and the little hands were full of saliva left after licking the little paws.

The man's heart softened suddenly, and he took the little one wearing a blue and white one-piece dress from Yan Xi's arms, and hugged him into his arms. The little thing was soft as if it had no bones, and it smelled like milk. The little teardrop eyes blinked, and the eyelashes were curled up like another father's.

Wan Ling stood in front of Yan Xi, and Yan Xi moved away naturally, wanting to make it easier for Wan Ling to sit down, but it was a pity that Wan Ling didn't plan to sit next to him.

Yan Xi watched the man return to his seat with the baby in his arms, then sat between the giant dog and Lord Long, then changed his position to hold Xiaobao, let Xiaobao sit on his lap, and held the baby with one hand back, and gave Xiaobao his fingers to play with.

Wan Ling left here for six months, and half a year later, apart from seeing the babies she gave birth to when she was so painful that she almost fainted from the photos, there is no second channel to communicate with the babies.

Wan Ling has always liked children. When she didn't have her own child, she was extremely nice to Wan Ou. If she had one, she would naturally be extremely doted on under the complexities. This kind of cute little life is related to him by blood. Slowly growing up, Wan Ling can break up with anyone, except that he is unwilling to give up his hard-won little life.

He wants them to follow his surname, just like Wan Ou, Wan Ou will become a good brother, and the two little things will become naughty or well-behaved children. Life, this time, he will not let it die so simply before it comes out.

As for the kids' other dad?

This should not belong to him.

He asked Long Jun before coming, and Long Jun also expressed that he was willing to accept three children, on the condition that they would have to give birth to two or three children before they could remove the gestational sac in their stomachs.

Wan Ling has no problem at all, he doesn't know what his mental state is, but when he is with Long Jun, he can't avoid recalling that dream, maybe the two always have discrepancies from time to time, just like now This really cold-faced and cold-hearted Long Jun has been changed, or maybe Wan Ling himself hopes to regain that innocence, so he always looks for the shadow of the past in the current Long Jun more or less.

Fortunately, Long Jun's habit of always liking to look at him in a daze is still there, but he will not be shy after being caught by a man, but will continue to look at him openly.

"Little Treasure, I'm Dad." The man's voice was as cold as ever, just like his temperament, if you don't get in touch with him, he is probably a cold and alienated person who seems unattainable, "It seems that he has grown up. It's time..." When the man said the last sentence, there was helplessness and pity in his tone.

After all, Wan Ling kissed the little baby's forehead, squeezed the little hands, and then squeezed the little feet, Xiaobao's eyes that smiled when a man touched the little feet were bent into crescents, plump The face did not have the wrinkled and pitiful appearance when it was born, but became white and soft, which made men love it.

Wan Lingfu picked up the baby, and the baby lay in his arms, wiping all the drool on his clothes, Wan Ling didn't mind at all, and said to Long Jun beside him, "Are you cute?"

Long Jun's eyes lightly swept across the little life in the man's arms that he could lift with one hand, and finally landed on the man's smiling face. He nodded, not knowing whether he was talking about Xiaobao or Wanwan. spirit.

Wan Ling didn't know, but it didn't hinder his good mood today.

He had no choice but to avoid it for six months. In fact, when he suddenly saw these people, he didn't have the fear of being cornered. The 'sick' Yan Zhijue who is obviously thoughtful, at least on the surface, everyone can't see the paranoia and morbidity in their bones. They sit gently in the same room, and they all quietly watch the man making the baby laugh. The smell of gunpowder smoke that was invisible at the beginning has almost dissipated.

The rest is the trance with different thoughts and warm atmosphere for no reason.

Everyone present didn't seem to have thought that they could still sit here calmly, even if no one paid attention to the other and treated each other as air, but this was actually quite unbelievable.

They are far less talkative than they appear on the surface. They are more possessive than the other, and more ruthless than the other. Their tenderness is given to men, and some are not even good at expressing it.

However, the opponents are all characters who cannot easily control life and death, and the person they like is not a silly white sweet person, on the contrary, he is still a person who is cold to the point of cruelty, and the possessive desire that backfires just makes their love pave the way for others. Push the people you want to surround yourself with farther away.

It can be said that none of the people here is normal.

——The two young ones who only know how to drink milk are naturally not counted.

Suddenly, Wan Ling felt the little guy in his arms tremble suddenly, then he was stunned for a while, and finally cried aggrievedly, Wan Ling didn't know what happened because he hadn't touched Xiaobao for so long , patted the little guy on the back in a hurry, and looked at Yan Xi.

Yan Xi walked over with long legs, asked the housekeeper to get the big bag from the back seat in his car, walked to the left of the man, picked up the little guy and put him on a separate round sofa without a back, Said: "Pee."

After Wan Ling listened, he saw the butler bring in a large pink and white bag with sunflowers painted on it, and then Ye Qingming hugged the little grape and put it next to Xiaobao with a 'tsk' sound. The two brothers have different sizes. It's still quite big, but Xiao Putao is thin and small, and he doesn't even cry as loudly as Xiao Bao.

Gradually, a group of people gathered together, Wan Ling watched Yan Xi and Ye Qingming skillfully changing diapers, which was completely inconsistent with his own aura, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

Everyone did not mention what happened more than six months ago, maintaining a temporary balance.

Even Yan Zhijue stood beside him, looking at the two little guys who had been tossed clean with those light gray eyes, and then at Wan Ling who squatted down to help the little guys wipe their tears and kiss the little one, He laughed for no reason.

Tan Lang looked at Wan Ou, who had been silent since the beginning, and didn't show any expression to the boy. He also stood in the circle, leaving Wan Ou sitting on the sofa alone, looking out of tune with him. screen.

——Is there no place for a man beside him?

The boy's expression changed, he clenched his fists, and wrinkled the corners of his clothes, but he would not give up first.

Sure enough, his hunch was right.

Wan Ou knew very early on that if a man has his own child, he is worthless.

Sure enough, he was right to keep quiet when he knew that the man was drinking the medicine from Tan Lang. Look at his fate now...

It's all the man's fault!

Adopting him but neglecting him so easily; it's all the fault of those people who haunt Wan Ling every day, without them, there would be no two 'brothers' now.

It was his own fault...

If only he could grow up faster, faster, faster, he wouldn't be so powerless.

Now that I am only six years old, what else can I do besides making men pity me?

So, after the two little guys had cleaned up, Wan Ling accidentally saw the disappointed expression of the little acting artist Di Wanou who was sitting alone in the corner when he stood up.

"Xiaoou..." the man shouted.

The boy didn't move, and didn't look at Wan Ling. He just wept silently, and the little jeans got wet a little.

204. Will there be a little bit left?

"Is it really possible?"

The boy's pitiful voice resounded faintly in the dimly lit room, and the big black and white eyes reflected the picture of the man taking off his clothes and revealing a large smooth back.

While the man changed into white silk pajamas, the long clothes and trousers immediately wrapped him up, and at the same time covered up the various deep and shallow hickey marks on the man's body.

Wan Ling is very fond of pure colors, especially white. Of course, he is also very suitable for himself, which is particularly attractive against the masculinity.

The boy watched his favorite father look at him shallowly, the red mole between the eyebrows suddenly became more beautiful, and the slightly raised lips made the boy unable to take his eyes off.

In the boy's eyes, no matter how ordinary a man looks, it is always easy to distract him.

The man never knew what the boy was thinking. He patted the boy's chubby little butt and said, "There's nothing wrong with it. Dad hasn't seen you for a long time, and your Uncle Long has no objections. Isn't it fun to rest with Dad?"

The boy lowered his head sadly, his fluffy black hair fell softly on his forehead, covered his eyes, and muttered softly: "No...I..."

"Huh?" The man's softened voice now sounds very gentle, less indifferent, and more distressed for the boy, "Xiao Ou, come on, change into your pajamas, let's talk together, Dad hasn't listened to your class for a long time The story on the Internet, has your little deskmate's teeth grown? Hmm?"

The boy obediently raised his arms and let the man dress himself. Finally, when the man hugged himself onto the big bed, the boy grabbed the corner of the man's clothes and said, "Dad, Xiao Ou misses you so much." ..."

The boy hesitated to finish his sentence, but Wan Ling could imagine the fear and sadness in Wan Ou's heart these past few months.

It's about nine o'clock in the evening.

The multi-party meeting in the afternoon has been