There's a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter 368

The thirty second dragon scale (2)

Duan Jin can't remember whether she could eat like this when she had dinner with her wife last time. He had the impression that she was almost a perfect lady of the family. She didn't eat much, so she maintained a weak Liu Fufeng figure and looked very delicate. But today... Duan Jin thought that they might not finish the breakfast, but in the end, there was no waste at all.

——All into Linglong's stomach.

The little fat ball rolled on the carpet next to it. Now it smelled. It looked eagerly at the source of the fragrance. However, it was exquisite and hard-hearted. It was right not to see it.

Linglong finished her breakfast and asked Duan Jin, "what are you doing?"

Duan Jin looked at it suspiciously.

"If it's all right, do me a favor and don't embarrass you?"

She didn't talk to him very politely, or very impolitely. Anyway, it was the kind of light tone that you could help or not. Duan Jin really has nothing else to do today. His wife wants him to do something. Will he refuse? He nodded and said, "come and listen to me."

Linglong said, "you can't just say it. Ah Xin, bring me the drawings I drew last night. Have you prepared everything? "

Ah Hin ran over with a piece of paper in his hand. On it was a small picture of the baby carriage painted with charcoal. What materials are needed, how much each material is needed, and how to install and make it - all written on it.

Duan Jin was the first time to see such a thing. He had seen the carriage used by the army and farmers to pull goods, but it was the first time to see the baby. Although he is a civil servant, he has a strong practical ability. Linglong found his expertise in carving in his memory. It is said that he once carved a Xiangmu portrait to his sweetheart. But Linglong hasn't seen it with her own eyes, and she doesn't know whether it's good or not.

So Duan Jin didn't do anything all morning, so she made a stroller under Linglong's command. Fortunately, Linglong was very satisfied with the final result. When the paint dried and the smell dissipated, she could put the little fat man who was always wanted to be held in her arms.

Can't hold it, can't hold it.

The little fat man himself is also curious about the stroller. From time to time, he reaches out to grab it. Linglong puts him on his leg and feeds him simmered egg soup. He grew up eating his mother's milk and has never eaten such delicious food. His mouth is full of aftertaste. I don't know why. He especially likes to pester Linglong. In the past, he could lie down and play alone as long as he eats well and drinks well and has a fresh body. Now he can't. Linglong must accompany him. If he doesn't accompany him, he will be unhappy and cry when he is serious.

Linglong feels used to it. In the past, his mother ignored him all day. He regarded him as nothing, so he was very good. Now her fake mother was a little better to him, and he began to push his nose and face. Sure enough, no matter what cubs are, they can't be too indulgent. Give him a little sunshine and want to rise to the sky step by step.

But she's really boring at Duan's house. It's not impossible to play with a little fat man. Mrs. Duan is in charge of the family in an orderly manner, and most of the people are honest. Except for the temperament of the original owner in her own yard, except that Duan Jin doesn't care about anyone, and the people in her yard don't know that they are wild. Many of them were bought by Mrs. Duan specially when they got married, which is no better than the old people in the house.

The little fat man is ten months old. He turns over skillfully, as long as he is exquisite and doesn't do bad. It happened that she didn't like him to turn over easily. She must poke other people's small meat and let the little fat man turn over with all his strength. The little fat man has a good temper and never gets angry with Linglong. As long as she accompanies him, he will be happy. He won't be angry at being pressed into a little turtle.

Duan Jin came over at noon and saw his wife sitting cross legged on the ground with one hand supporting her legs and supporting her cheeks, and the other hand poking on their son's back. His fat son scratched his limbs and giggled like a little turtle, but he couldn't turn over.

This scene is really funny. Duan Jin has never seen how others become mothers, but he doesn't think he will use his son as a toy like Linglong.

Linglong felt that someone was looking at her. When she looked up, she saw that it was Duan Jin. She ignored him and continued to poke her son. The little fat man seemed to feel the invasion of the enemy and stopped pulling. He tried to lift up his cerebellar bag and look at the door to see who the man was.

In fact, not only did the little fat man's mother ignore him, but his father didn't seem to be much better. The censor is busy on official business and works hard for the country. Where can I spend time with my children at home? I'm afraid it's not a little fat man. I don't even know who he is.

If you really want to talk about your debt to the little fat man, Linglong thinks both of them have a share. Don't blame anyone.

Seeing that she had come in, she was still poking her son. Duan Jin couldn't help saying, "what are you doing poking him?"

"Exercise his mind, temper his will, and let him know that life is not easy, do it and cherish it."

Duan Jin:

The little fat man gave a sound, as if echoing his mother's words. Linglong reached under his arm, picked him up and asked Duan Jin, "what's the matter with you?"

"Mother asked us to have lunch together at noon."

"I see."

She just knows that there's nothing else. She really has nothing to say with Duan Jin. This life is beautiful, but it's more important to be a cub than a sleeping man.