Chapter 7: A slap in the face
In a blink of an eye, most of the months passed.
The fourth child, Shen Zhipeng, finally couldn't help it, and when he saw Zheng Maozhen start to speak softly to Fubao again, he was inexplicably angry, "Mom, why are you right...... Fubao is so good?"
Zheng Maozhen didn't raise her head, her eyes kept staring at the soft and tender face of the little milk baby, the tender and moist little face like a freshly boiled egg, she muttered obsessively: "Because she is a blessing." ”
The fourth child, Shen Zhipeng, pulled up his mother, and his voice raised an octave: "She's just a girl, not a son! You've been crazy for half a month, and it's time to wake up." Mom!"
"Smack-"
Zheng Maozhen raised his hand and slapped it.
There was a crisp sound in the room.
frightened Zhou Genxi, who was still in confinement, her mother-in-law rarely beat her son, and this time she slapped her man for Fubao......
Shen Zhipeng was also stunned.
"Does the old lady need your guidance to do things?" Zheng Maozhen announced domineeringly: "I said that she is Fubao is Fubao." ”
After Shen Zhipeng came back to his senses, he became more and more angry, pointing to Xiao Shen Jiao, who was woken up by the sound of quarreling in the swaddling clothes, Xiao Shen Jiao's black grape-like eyes, looking at the two of them with pure black and clear, Shen Zhipeng said angrily: "What a treasure is Fu, look at her, she has been born for half a month, she doesn't cry, make trouble or laugh, she is like a fool, this must be a brain that was squeezed out when she was born!"
"!" Zheng Maozhen was really angry with her fourth son, "she obviously smiled at me all the time." ”
After speaking, he squeezed his eyebrows at the little milk baby and teased the little milk baby.
Shen Zhipeng: "Do you call that laughing?" Obviously you are just laughing, the kid has never changed his expression, just staring at you.
Zheng Maozhen was afraid that Xiao Shenjiao would be cried, so he hugged her in his arms, "Xiao Fubao is grandma's heart, blood! ”
turned his head and asked Zhou Genxi to breastfeed the child.
Zhou Genxi glanced at his man's face, and was just about to get up to feed, but was stopped by Shen Zhipeng.
"What kind of milk to feed, that kind of dementia child will starve to death sooner! Otherwise, when he grows up, he will only waste the food at home!"
Zheng Maozhen's blood pressure rose when she was almost angry with the fourth child, she pointed to the little milk baby who was still in swaddling clothes, "Shen Zhipeng, this is your own daughter!!"
"Even if you lose money, it's still a dementia, I don't want it for nothing!" Shen Zhipeng wanted to scold people when he thought of this, he gave birth to his fifth daughter in a row, even if he was demented, he still regarded it as a treasure!
Zheng Maozhen subconsciously looked down at the little milk baby, and found that the little milk baby had opened her eyes, she thought, fortunately the baby is still young and can't understand the words of adults, otherwise she should be so sad knowing that her father doesn't want her, Zheng Maozhen smiled at Xiao Shen Jiao, and then looked up at Zhou Genxi, "Fourth daughter-in-law, don't you want it too?"
"Mom......"
Zhou Genxi hesitated, glanced at the little milk baby in Zheng Maozhen's arms slightly, and whispered timidly but persistently: "What I want is a son." ”
Zheng Maozhen was so angry that she had nothing to say: "Okay, you don't want it, right? remember the words of the two of you!"
After finishing speaking, Zheng Maozhen took the little milk baby and went to her house.
Shen Zhipeng kicked the enamel basin at his feet open, and then he heard the sixth and fifth girls crying in fright, he scolded irritably, and said to Zhou Genxi: "I think my mother must be crazy." ”
Zhou Genxi coaxed the distressed five girls and six girls, lowered his head and did not speak.
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Zheng Maozhen, who returned to the house with Fubao in her arms, looked at the little milk baby in her arms, and couldn't help but start to shed tears, muttering in her mouth.
"Fubao, even if your parents don't want you, you are grandma's sweetheart!"
The little milk baby stretched out her hand and grabbed a strand of Zheng Maozhen's hair, Zheng Maozhen couldn't help but calm down when she looked at the little milk baby's dark and quiet black eyes.
"Xiao Fubao, who is full of purple gas, you must be a man from heaven and earth, and you can't be wrong with milk!
Xiao Shen Jiao: ......
Her last memory is that a wisp of thunder hit the top of her head, making her dizzy, and she "died" before she could withstand it, and now it seems that she is not dead, but she was reborn as a little baby.
What was her original name?
I can't remember it for a while.
Oh, no, I'm sleepy...... You need to sleep to regain your mental strength.
The white and tender little hand that grabbed Zheng Maozhen's hair gradually loosened.
Zheng Maozhen saw that the little one fell asleep again...... His face was distressed and funny.
Silently hugging the little one.
Heartway.
Fu Bao, you are grandma's Fu Bao.
Even if no one wants you, you still have grandma!
Grandma will definitely work hard to earn money and raise our family's fortune!