sexual root

Not wanting to say anything, he was silently in a daze, like a puppet.

These days, he has fallen into a coma. In fact, he is awake most of the time. He feels the tears and pain of his family members. He wants to get out of the chaotic world and comfort his crying child, but...he has more energy than he wants. .

About the virtual fetus, about the three treasures, he was shocked, it was unimaginable, even Uncle Wang let him conceive a child in the body of a man.In the past, he had suffered so much for his child, and he was glad that he never thought of giving up on this child. Anyway, the three treasures were born by him and brought up with one hand. The twists and turns began.

How uncomfortable it would be to quietly hide behind my elder brother and sister, and rush into the small space where there were only two people. If I had a choice, Sanbao would not want to do this, right?

However, what he didn't expect was that the desperate Han Kaixiu would blame everything on the child, and even lost his mind completely. When Caogen heard the child's mournful cry, his heart was bleeding.

Husband, please, be sober!

This miserable child can't help himself!

Xinggen Xingfu (Birth) Episode 39

"Mom, you can eat one more."

At the dinner table, I kept hearing Dabao and Erbao say these words. Grassroots ate a few with tears in his eyes. If he had something on his mind and had no appetite, he couldn't eat much. He chewed a dumpling for a long time before swallowing it down.

The grassroots didn't talk much, anyway, they were talking, and they ate less, anyway, they were eating. Zhang Ma cried happily.

"Mom, you can eat too." Grass root made dumplings for mom, and at the same time, he didn't forget Grandpa Han and Grandma Han.

"My son's filial piety, of course I want to eat...I will definitely eat it." Tears flowed into her mouth, it turned out to be sweet, Zhang Ma covered her mouth and turned her head away.

Grassroots sniffed, looked up at the crystal chandelier hanging above the dining table, eyes filled with moisture.

Where is his three treasures now?

Overnight, a quiet and thin man occupied the large and small electronic screens in the streets and alleys, with a lonely back and a sad side face...

New model?

It's not like, she doesn't have the temperament of a model at all, she is too thin and ordinary, how can any company hire such a person as a model.

All he looked up and looked down was him, which was more bombarding than the headlines of major newspapers and magazines.

People, very simple and unpretentious, the content is also very streamlined, wait!

who is he?Who are you waiting for?

In the urban area, in the central square occupied by wind and snow, a tall figure stood in front of the electronic screen for a long time, staring at the figure inside, hot tears gushed out of his eyes and flowed down his cheeks...

The sky was slightly bright, and dim light slipped in through the gaps in the curtains, leaving a light mark on the grass root's face.

"Mom." Dabao called out vaguely.

"Well, I'm here." Grassroots grabbed his outstretched hand in the dark.

"Is it dawn?"

"No, sleep peacefully."

"Um……"

Last night, the two children went to bed very late, talking to the grass roots like little sparrows.Caogen managed to put them to sleep, but he stayed up all night, guarding his two babies, listening to them call "Mom" in his dream.

Or it was because he slept for too long before, and after waking up, Caogen had very little sleep, but his spirit was not bad, but he spoke very little, and basically never saw him laugh.

The grass roots are very thin, the face is getting smaller and smaller, and the clothes are too big, and they are empty on the body.

Zhang Ma tried her best to make him eat more, every time he ate meekly, and then hid in the bathroom, vomited cleanly.

"mom!"

"Well, what's the matter?"

The water flushed away the filth in the toilet, Grassroots splashed a handful of water on his face, and opened the door with water droplets on his face, and Er Bao, who was dressed neatly, raised his head and looked at him.

"The second treasure is ready, mom, let's go."

"Good boy, wait for me to change clothes, okay?"

"Okay, what kind of clothes does Mom want to wear, Erbao will choose for you..."

"It's enough for the baby to be beautiful. I can wear anything, just casual."

"It can't be casual, the second treasure is only beautiful when my mother is beautiful."

There was a slight smile in Caogen's eyes, looking at the small figure of her daughter in the cloakroom, a moist warmth rose in her chest.

After a lot of tossing and turning, Caogen held one in each hand and went out with the children. The three of them were dressed in parent-child attire, and they were greeted by security guards as soon as they got out of the elevator.

In the past, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble, the grassroots always took the elevator to their garage when they went out. There was a back door leading directly to the commercial street, because the security guards of the building were not familiar with him, but they had deep memories of the two children and were friendly. He nodded and greeted Caogen, thinking that it might be a relative or something.

They got up early, in the faint morning light, no one had set foot on the white and immaculate snow, and fine snow flakes were still floating in the sky.

Grassroots tucked up their coats and hats for them respectively, picked a corner with a good view and leeward, and watched softly the two children running around in the snow, rolling snowballs, and making snowmen.

Dabao is a boy, strong, quick-moving, and neatly built two snowmen. Erbao, who rolled a snowball for a long time, was not convinced. He ran to the garden trellis to find some stones and branches, and put them on the snowman. The eyes and nose are well-groomed.

"Mom, please take a picture of us."

Erbao posed in a smug pose, and asked to wait a moment when the grass root was about to press the shutter.

In the past, Dabao would inevitably hurt his sister, but now he waits without saying a word, patiently watching his sister write crookedly on the snowman's belly with a stick, one writes "father", and the other of course writes "mother" .

Dabao smiled, took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around the snowman who wrote about his mother. Erbao, who had just thrown away the stick, followed suit when he saw it. He even took off his hat and put it on the snowman's father's head.

"Mom, does it look good?"

The daughter jumped up and down and rewarded her with a kiss from the grassroots, which made her smile and squint her eyes.

Grassroots said, "Don't be playful, it's time to go home, be careful to catch a cold."

Er Bao pouted, "No, it's been a long time since I played with my mother, let's play for a while."

Dabao didn't speak, but his eyes clearly expressed his same desire, so the grassroots had no choice but to agree, "Then play for a while, but you can't play in the snow anymore."

Dabao said, "There is a newly opened breakfast shop in front, which is cheap and delicious. Mom, let's go buy some and take them home."

Grassroots thought for a while and agreed.Since the child didn't have a good time, it's good to go for a walk around, and it's time to go out to get some air after being bored in the room.

"Mom, when will Daddy come home?" Er Bao's little hand held the grass root's big hand, jumping up and down happily.

"I don't know, maybe...he will come back when he gets tired from playing with his brother."

Er Bao pursed his mouth unhappily, "Father is biased, so he won't bring Er Bao to play."

Grass root was sore and bitter, and tried to smile, "Silly boy, my brother was sick at that time, and my father was afraid that he would not be able to take care of you."

"Then is my brother cured now?"

"..." Grassroots was silent.As long as he closes his eyes, what he sees is the tears on the child's face, and the helpless crying makes him flustered.

Grassroots suddenly stopped, one hand covering his chest, excruciating pain.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" Dabao is not tall enough, and he has to stand on tiptoe to help the grass roots, Xiaoshuai's face is flushed.

Really like him!

Looking at Dabao, tears fell without warning, holding on to the railing on the side of the road, waiting for the discomfort in his chest to subside.

"Mom, let's not play anymore, let's go home." Erbao cried.

Lying on the cold railing, the grass roots panted, "Dabao, go buy breakfast, Erbao and I will wait for you here."

"Okay! Er Bao, take good care of your mother."

Er Bao nodded obediently, "Brother, come back quickly."

He ate little grassroots food, and his physical strength was not bad until now. He took Erbao and sat in front of a convenience store, waiting for Dabao.

Xinggen Xingfu (Birth) Episode 40

He ate little grassroots food, and his physical strength was not bad until now. He took Erbao and sat in front of a convenience store, waiting for Dabao.

"Baby, are you cold?"

"Mom, are you cold?"

Grassroots smiled, patted Erbao's thighs and let Erbao sit on it, "With my little padded jacket, I'm not cold."

Erbao was also giggling, and rubbed her cheek against the grass root on her chin, "With my mother here, I'm not afraid of the cold or anything."

Cao Gen kissed her, and the two sat quietly.

A few minutes later, Dabao hurried back with two bags of breakfast, looked around where they had just stood, with the corners of his mouth raised, looking very excited.

"Brother, we are here." Er Bao waved to him.

Dabao laughed even more heartily, he didn't pay attention to the protruding bricks on the road, and fell into the dirty snow water, the bag containing the soy milk was pressed under him, and the top part sprayed out, spraying him face.

"Hahahaha..." Erbao laughed unsteadily.

Grass root's eyes were crooked, and his heart for his son prevailed, so he didn't laugh, "Knowing that the road is slippery, he still runs so fast." His big treasure, no matter how old he is, he is still a child.

Although he was in a mess, Dabao, who always liked to be clean, didn't mind at all. He raised his face and asked Caogen to clean up the muddy water on his face. He wrapped his arms around Caogen's waist with a happy expression on his face.

No one would be so happy after a fall, the grass root nodded his forehead, "Look at you, you are smiling like a silly child."

Dabao still smiled, "Well, grandma called and told us to go back early.

The feeling of tightness in the chest was always there, which made Caogen very uncomfortable. He rolled up the wet cuffs for Dabao, and asked Erbao to look at another unbroken breakfast bag.

"Mom, there are only two biased buns