Chang Mian controlled his heartbeat. Even if the little one bit off a piece of meat from his chest, he would not dare to take a breath, fearing that the murderous aura in him that was too late to restrain would accidentally hurt him.
The child in front of him was wearing light blue pajamas, but he could only see his thick hair, except for the back of his head, only his back.
But that clear childish voice and his mother's voice made him completely petrified.
Feel no pain.
Oh, no, waves of pain and tenderness began to spread from the position of my heart.
Chang Mian's eyes were dull, and it took him a while to utter two words with difficulty: "...Che'er?"
"You beat my mother, you bad man, you bully my mother, you bully my mother..." Following Chang Mian's low and suppressed cry, little Cheche suddenly burst into tears, using both hands and feet.
Beat up this bad dad who doesn't care about them.
It’s okay if you don’t care.
He actually beat his mother like this.
Little Cheche was tired from beating her. She pushed away her bad father and rushed to her mother. She patted her mother's face with her two little fleshy hands and pushed her mother's body. She cried in distress: "Mom...Mom... wake up, Mom."
…”
Chang Mianru woke up from the dream and quickly reached out to pull Xiao Cheche's face, but before the stretched out hand came into contact with Xiao Cheche's small body, she couldn't help but tremble.
Then……
He took it back again, afraid that he didn't know the importance of it, and didn't even have the courage to touch him lightly. How did he hold him in his memory?
"Che..." He opened his mouth again and found that his voice was so hoarse that he could not speak. He could only watch helplessly and helplessly as little Cheche gave his mother...well, it seemed that he was going to need artificial respiration.
But that was his woman, with his breath still lingering on her lips, how could she let little Cheche chew her?
Chang Mian took a deep breath, and then breathed again, without looking away from the back of his head. He slowly stretched out his fingers again, lightly touched his shoulders, and then the whole palm...
He tried little by little, adjusted his strength little by little... Finally, he held the crying little Cheche in his arms.
He is still so small, but he is much older than I remember.
He can walk on his own and can speak so many words. In my impression, he can only shout two words, "Mom" and "Dad". Even if he only walks, he still staggers and needs someone to support him.
But just now he saw him trotting over, climbing onto the bed neatly, and even biting him was very powerful.
"Che'er...your mother is fine."
Little Cheche struggled twice in his arms, raised her little face, furrowed her brows, and glared at him with an expression that was exactly the same as his.
Chang Mian looked at his little face and blinked, tears falling down.
"Che'er, I am your...father."
Father and son looked at each other.
When Che'er saw the flash of water in his eyes, she suddenly became quiet, her mouth tightened, and a tear hit the back of his hand, but after less than five seconds of silence, she yelled: "You are not me.
Dad! No! No!"
The person who had been shouting for his father all day lost his temper in such a furious way. The promise he made to his mother not to make his father angry and to try his best to show his best side was all thrown out of the window. It was so bad that the child seemed to be exploded.