After picking up Shir

(Ugly treasure perspective)

I am Ugly Bao, my father's ugly child.

When I was first bought by my father (the owner) as an arsenal, my body was not half as thick as his arm, and I was a limp little bug.

I belong to that kind of docile and harmless curse spirit, who usually stays quiet and doesn’t like to move. It was a hibernating frog, much to Dad's comfort, which, in his words, was "better than a noisy human pup".

When I first followed my father, my father didn't like to let me out. Even if I was really obedient and obedient and didn't like to move, my father would always panic because he was worried that the mistress who couldn't see the curse would be frightened. Choose to put me in your stomach.

So for a long, long time, I would "eat" myself first, shrink into a small ball like a soybean, and then shrink into my father's belly obediently.

Like an unborn human cub curled up in its mother's womb, I, who lacked human common sense, thought for a long time that "Dad" was actually "Mother", and occasionally would circle around quite capriciously when I was released. Clinging to Dad's body, it's like putting a hula hoop on his body and sticking it to him, begging for a hug.

……

It was only later, gradually, that I finally no longer had to sleep alone in my father's stomach, and had the privilege of being allowed to come out occasionally to breathe.

One of the reasons is that I have been fed too hard by the owner recently, so that the weight has soared and the size has also been upgraded from soybeans to balls, which sometimes makes my father who stuffs me in his stomach feel burdened.

Hugging or hula hooping is also not allowed.

Because now I am thicker than my arms and too obstructive, it is bound to hinder Dad Hei and his wife's sticking.

I don't know if you have noticed that my address to my father has quietly changed from "Dad" to "Daddy Black", and the hostess has also changed from the original "Mistress" to "Mrs."

In addition, the home has undergone relatively small changes compared with the past. The sharp corners of the table are wrapped one by one with soft corner guards, and the square box with small black holes is blocked by a small stopper with a rabbit pattern. The highest part of the living room—a height beyond the reach of human cubs, is gradually integrated with the furniture...

Probably my breath is too gentle and close to a still life, sometimes even Papa Hei would forget my existence.

Just like now.

I stayed in the dark and dark place, like a domestic cat curled up on the top of the high cabinet, watching the owner and his wife who was shrunk down into a small one under the blanket and hugged loosely by him on the sofa together, Facing a large black box that was flickering and flickering in front of their eyes, they were in a daze.

The slits in my eyes are too small to see the ever-changing content in the box, and I can only vaguely perceive the wife whose head started bit by bit from the middle of the screen... Finally, my eyes were sleepy and I finally buried my head in the socket of my father's black shoulders matter.

And then……

I saw a side of my male master that I rarely see——

The man paused, his shoulders did not move, he raised his other hand and stroked his wife's cheek with his thumb, and brushed away the accidentally pressed hair from below, so that she could sleep more comfortably.

The lady who was touched did not open her eyes, only the slender eyelashes like crow feathers quivered slightly.

Dad Hei stopped on it with downcast eyes for a few seconds, leaned over and approached quietly, and gently planted a kiss softer than a feather on it.

……

I don't understand the meaning of this behavior of human beings. I think the master probably did it to calm down the wife who was in a light sleep—because it was obvious that after Dad Hei did this, the corners of the wife's lips immediately rose. slight arc.

Probably thinking that the wings of a passing butterfly scratched at the eyelashes, or smelling the familiar breath when it was approaching for a short time, the relieved wife acted like a baby, and suddenly shrank into Dad's black, comfortable and warm chest like a small animal, and her cheeks were also in the dark. The big palm that had time to withdraw rubbed it a few times...

After unconsciously responding intimately, the wife's breathing became even again, and a thin layer of exhalation gently hit the collarbone that was close to the tip of the nose, and this time she really fell asleep without any worries.

I've always been curious about the master's expression that night——

He buried his head very low and his bangs were tightly covered, and he lowered his head against the top of his wife's hair as if he was sucking a cat.

The head was so close that even the strands of hair were intertwined that I couldn't see it at all.

However, I don't know what other circumstances would make the tip of the other party's ears turn red other than being injured.

Although the reddening was so inconspicuous that it could be ignored, I still clearly noticed it under the flickering light and shadow of the black box.

Before I had time to ascertain the many doubts that day, my attention was immediately diverted by another incident.

The wife's belly swelled day by day, and it was obvious that she hadn't swallowed a big ugly baby like Dad Hei swallowed me.

This situation can only be explained by "a cub will be born in this family".

The owner's recent state is also strange.

He no longer always clings to his wife as he used to, and he no longer squeezes a sofa with his wife. Sometimes he moves a small horse and sits obediently, guarding his wife who is close in front of him.

When I think of it, I will pick it up and rub my chin a few times, and from time to time I will stuff something like a bow tie hairpin or glass beads that I don’t know where I got.

Often these gadgets are stuffed with more and more stuff over time.

"Shir, do you want to hear it?"

One day, my wife suddenly said that.

"what?"

"The baby's fetal movement."

"what……"

"Come closer, don't be so nervous."

"It's not obvious, is it?"

Dad Hei scratched his hair, looking puzzled.

"come on."

The wife covered her mouth with a chuckle and waved to him.

Dad Hei walked over, and his wife grabbed the little finger with a smile, shaking it like a child.

"what happened?"

They raised their eyebrows and sat down next to each other.

"No," the wife shook her head, resting her head on the master's shoulder, her short black hair rubbed against his cheek, "I just feel that Shier hasn't come over for a long time, and I'm a little happy."

"..."

"It's like I always come here."

"Isn't it?" The wife raised her face and looked at him pretending to be angry, but she lost her strength after a while, "Still wondering if Shier doesn't like me anymore?"

"What nonsense?"

Speaking of Dad Hei, he made a gesture of "flicking the brain", and the wife curled her head into the furry collar, closed her eyes and snickered, planning to take it.

But in the end, the brain collapse still didn't come as expected. Dad Hei only gently pinched his wife's forehead hair in his hands, and after rubbing it, he sniffed the fragrance of the hair and kissed it with his lips.

The wife who raised her head and just met the owner's emerald green eyes froze, pursed her lower lip, and blushed slightly with her lowered head.

Received a very satisfied expression, the man blinked happily, gathered his wife's little hands that were holding him tightly together and held them in the palm of his hand, covered them with warm fingers, and listened to the whispered complaints in his ears:

"Don't, don't always play cards out of common sense..."

"Jizi doesn't like it?"

"...I don't hate it...so, do you want Shier to listen?"

"Listen to what?...Ah, I forgot."

"Huh? Treat the kid a little bit, Dad!"

"I lied to you."

"..."

In the end, Dad Hei still heard the baby's movement.

Half squatting on the ground, the side face is carefully covering the ear, but the arm is in a state of wanting to tighten but dare not.

"...he was kicking me."

"I'm teaching my unreliable father a lesson for my mother. He will be a good boy in the future."

"A good boy won't move around blindly. If the brat keeps torturing you, come out and I'll teach him a lesson."

"What's the lesson... I won't allow it."

"I know. If the boy grows up, let him do push-ups every day."

"Not every day... What if it's a girl?"

"Not ready yet……"

talking.

His eyes turned to me who was honest and shrunk on the edge of the wall.

"If it's a girl, punish her for drawing ugly treasures every day."

"?"

……

...

My master.

Dad black.

Very bamboo shoots.

——I, Xiaohui and my two dogs later agreed on this.