"When we were young, Tianchen, the same posture as Xiaomao, was also a big forehead. The bridge of the nose was not high, and the nose was high, and the voice was loud when we cried.

When we were young, we were really like Xiaomaotou. When I saw Xiaomaotou, it seemed like we were going back in time and saw us Xiaotianchen again. We Xiaotianchen died at the age of 3."

The old handsome guy's voice was pleasantly nostalgic, although the content of his conceit was difficult to make people happy. The old handsome guy didn't seem to care about taboo issues. It's okay. When talking about his son's death, he actually smiled and felt painless. I don't know if it was because of the brain circuit or the heartlessness, it was quite puzzling.

Huang Caihong focused on breastfeeding, but she heard what the handsome guy Lu was saying, but she didn't take it to heart.

Suddenly, Xin Qiaoer grabbed the glass at the head of the bed and threw it to the door. The glass fell to the ground, shattering all over the ground, making a harsh sound.

Huang Caihong was startled and quickly comforted the baby boy who was touching the air with his little hands.

The loud chatting sound in the living room stopped abruptly.

The tranquility of the storm appears in the room.

At this time, she looked at Xin Qiaoer again. Her face turned pale and red, and she was obviously very excited. After throwing the glass, she grabbed the ceramic bowl with half a bowl of rice left and threw it at the door again.

During the flight, the rice in the bowl fell all the way, and the rice grains on the ground hit the door and played on the piano at the door of the bedroom. It was powerful and powerful.

Huang Caihong was stunned. She hugged the baby tighter and the person shrank into the corner. She did this just because she knew that Mr. Lu was not a good man and would definitely fight back.

Sure enough, a figure jumped into Xin Qiaoer's bedroom, stood at the entrance two or three steps, and "bang" and "bang" desperately threw the door into the wardrobe behind the door.

"Cai'er! I'm going to compare my mother's ego! I'm so stupid! I'm going to compare my adopted son! Which wife is doing all kinds of things? The Hong Kong poison is a big comparison..."

Huang Caihong doesn't understand Shanghai dialect, but she is a person who has been in Shanghai for eight years. She can still understand the scolding in Shanghai. Seeing Mr. Lu compare one by one, it is really shameful and annoying.

The painted skin is not as disgusting as the old man at this moment!

Huang Caihong put her back on her back, hugged Xiao Mao's head tightly in her arms, and turned to the corner of the wall. She really didn't want to look at Mr. Lu's distorted face.

Xin Qiaoer's lips were about to bite her, and she started to tremble. Her thin face made her unable to scold her. She kept throwing things with a sense of hatred. The fruit-cut knife was grabbed by her hand. She wanted to throw it out, but she was afraid that it would be a waste.

Holding the knife, she rolled out of the bed, and rushed towards Mr. Lu with disheveled hair.

Mr. Lu felt good intuition. When he turned around, he saw Xin Qiaoer rushing towards him like an evil ghost. Then he saw the cold light and quickly dodged and jumped out of the room.

Xin Qiaoer raised her knife and waved it down by inertia. The knife entered the door about one centimeter and got stuck on the door.

"Crazy! She's crazy!" Mr. Lu shouted while retreating and dodging. He hid in his bedroom, locked the door tightly, and did not dare to open the door easily.

Xin Qiaoer, who was unable to hit the wave, fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and stood up for a long time.

The little haired leader in Huang Caihong's arms stared at Huang Caihong without turning his eyes, his little hands tightly grasping a strand of Huang Caihong's hair, and his ears were erecting to capture the sound.

Huang Caihong tried to relax her expression and hummed a song gently.

"Little baby,

Mom's little baby,

Go to sleep quickly,

There are flowers and butterflies in the dream,

There are happy little snails."

The little hairy head slowly relaxed under Huang Caihong's humming.

Huang Caihong slowly turned around and slowly walked towards Xin Qiaoer who was sitting on the ground and gasping for breath. He freed up one arm to pull Xin Qiaoer.

Xin Qiaoer ignored Huang Caihong and stretched out to her arm, stared at her and asked Huang Caihong: "He compared my little hair with his dead son, did he curse my hair?"

Huang Caihong couldn't help but sigh, and her eyes were filled with tears in an instant.

She could not accuse Xin Qiaoer of being sensitive and suspicious. Her eyes were filled with tears because she felt too sorry for her beautiful eyes. They exposed Xin Qiaoer's heart at a glance. It was a grassland that was about to be desertified because of no emotion. The grass was sparse and yellow, and she struggled hard in the cold wind that was raging.

She understands her fear, and therefore her anger.

She didn't want to say what was right or wrong, or distinguish what was right or wrong. She just wanted to help Qiaoer up and hug her head and cry with her.

Xin Qiaoer's tears flowed through her snow-white cheeks and formed large drops on her small pointed chin and jaw, one drop, one drop, and one drop, falling downwards.

"That's my son! Why should he curse him!"

"Get up quickly, it's cold on the ground."

Xin Qiaoer climbed the yellow rainbow and almost fell down. Finally, she stood up staggeringly. Huang Caihong looked out the door, and there was no one outside the door.

It was so much trouble just now that Mr. Ping should wake up when he was sleeping in the afternoon? Aunt Yang Qun, who was chatting with Mr. Lu, was also very strong and didn't even look out.

This home...ah!

"Let's get to bed and rest."

Xin Qiao'er's eyes showed gentleness and focused on her son. She took the son from Huang Caihong's arms with both hands and wrapped the baby tightly in her arms. The corners of her mouth showed the smile that her mother had, and slowly walked towards the bed.

Huang Caihong accidentally saw that there was a large piece of red behind Qiao'er's pants.

The red spot made Huang Caihong's vision dizzy.

A warm little hand held her hand at the right time, as if she had calmed her mind.

Huang Caihong lowered her head and saw Vivi, who was confused and confused.

"My mom...is it really crazy?"

"No!" Huang Caihong answered decisively.

After receiving the affirmative answer from Sister Rainbow, Vivi left and ran away for her mother.

Xin Qiaoer hugged her son with one hand and daughter with the other, kissed this and that.

Huang Caihong was tired and quickly walked to the door for a break.

She couldn't help but change Xin Qiao'er from her eyes to her, imagining what it feels like to hold her own child one day...?

Huang Caihong covered her chest with her hand and subconsciously stroked her stomach with her other hand.

She has no morning sickness. The doctor said that not every pregnant woman has morning sickness, but almost every pregnant woman will have a reaction. The difference lies in the style and size of the reaction.

Huang Caihong remembered that she felt her heart tight from time to time in the past month. She always thought that it was caused by Xue Zhengping's trouble.

Thinking that he couldn't let himself get low blood sugar, Huang Caihong entered the kitchen.

When passing by the living room, I pretended to look back accidentally and saw that the road was lying on the open sofa bed and was browsing my phone. The road was flat. The expression was calm and even a little pleasant. I could not see the impact of his father and his wife just now.

Pushing open the kitchen door, Aunt Yang Qun was making a phone call.
Chapter completed!