Comrade Matthew has a brownish-red hair common to Ward men, cut into a short one-inch hair, which doesn't look so wild.

The cheeks are as sharp as a razor-carved edge, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the eyes are dark green.

But when these facial features are combined, they can only make people think of adjectives like fierce, ruthless, and contemptuous of the world.

Especially the lip line that seems too long, a mouth is really bloody, and it is even more unbearable to look at directly.

As a result, Phil, who was accustomed to the delicate and flat facial features of the East Asian race in his previous life, couldn't bear to continue watching, so as not to affect his appetite for dinner.

After looking at each other for less than two seconds, they turned their heads around, resolutely leaving only the back of Matthew's white-gold head.

Matthew looked at his son, froze in place, and didn't close his mouth for a long time.

Anxiety and eagerness urged him to hurry his way.

Just before entering the door, he was still hesitating whether to give his wife a deep and heavy kiss first, or hug his son who met for the first time.

However, the moment he entered the door, the previous hesitation and anxiety disappeared, and looking at his wife's familiar figure and the big fat boy in her arms, his eyes were fixed on it tightly, and he couldn't move it anymore.

Matthew was a little cringe, he didn't dare to step forward, the most difficult days in more than half a year, his wife survived alone, and never said the slightest complaint and grievance on the phone.

It's just that from her tone, Matthew can still feel the hint of unease and grievance that is implied.

He could even imagine how torturous it was in those troubled days in the imperial capital.

He wanted to hug his son and his wife, and say a few words of comfort and comfort.

Before he could decide which one to hold first, the fat boy, who looked like his wife, turned his head to the side, leaving only the back of his head.

He froze, standing there at a loss, and then subconsciously looked at his wife for help.

Seeing her husband's embarrassed appearance, Catherine patted the little fat man's ass lightly angrily, but it looked more like a caress and... A pat on the back?

Stinky boy, Matthew complained secretly in his stomach.

Perhaps father and son are born enemies, regardless of race, country, or even the universe.

The first meeting between Snape and his son was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder and a thick embarrassment, which did not dissipate until before dinner.

The family of three is sitting or lying on the big sofa in the living room at the moment, mainly because Phil has not yet mastered such a high-end tactical action of sitting up alone.

Catherine handed her son to her husband and gestured with her hand for the correct way to hold it, the Ward men were used to being rough and the stinky boy was still too delicate.

Perhaps he didn't pay attention to his wife's demonstration, or maybe he didn't understand, Matthew carefully took his son, his arms stretched out in front of his chest.

The two arms full of flesh bumps were as stiff and clumsy as if they were carrying a thousand heavy burdens, and if you looked closely, they seemed to be a little trembling, and they didn't know what to do next.

The little fat man stared at the ugly man in front of him, but he didn't dare to kick and twist, this bear looks reckless, and a little stupid, don't accidentally fall on me again.

Catherine fell on the sofa with a smile, her face flushed, and when she saw that Hongxia had climbed up her husband's face, she couldn't bear to patiently guide her over and over again.

It wasn't until the son was carefully held and held his neck and ass that he quieted down to watch the second round of confrontation between father and son, which seemed quite interesting.

Phil was very resentful that he was just a powerless baby at the moment, and the man in front of him, who looked even more majestic and majestic after approaching, made him powerless to resist, and could only express his dissatisfaction and rejection with his eyes.

Matthew looked obsessively at his son in his arms.

The little man in front of him has soft white and blonde hair, like a wife, and it is even more dazzling with the baby's fair skin.

The child's big eyes, but the color of the pupils is different from that of him and his wife, and the blue eyes shimmer with a deep and misty light like a starry sky, which makes people involuntarily want to fall into it.

The hair color and pupil color of the Ward people are very messy, and the kid in front of him doesn't know which ancestor's inheritance he inherits, and his blue eyes are very pure.

The child was chubby, and there was a feeling of falling when pressed on his hand, which showed that Catherine had raised the child very well, and everything seemed perfect except for the strange disease that she didn't know how to eradicate.

At this moment, father and son looked at each other, as if neither of them would back down.

Matthew decides to preemptively express his love and longing for his son, insisting that it is the strangeness of the first meeting that is the reason for his son's hostility.

So, he lowered his head, ready to kiss his son's little face.

Phil was struggling with the sourness in his eyes, and despite his mental maturity, his body was too weak to gain the upper hand in the confrontation.

In a trance, he saw that the bloody mouth suddenly approached him, and he already felt the thick beard on his delicate face, and there was a hot and humid breath.

So, powerless, he could only use the only means of resistance at this stage, and the little fat hands covered the big face, and at the same time, turned his head in Catherine's direction and cried loudly in protest.

Of course, the resistance of those little fat hands did not have half a effect, and it could not stop the invasion of the big face, but the crying was too effective. Before Matthew could react, the fat boy returned to his wife's hands.

The most infuriating thing is that the stinky boy threw himself into his wife's arms while turning his head and glaring at Matthew.

The cry that should have been hoarse and exhausted immediately stopped, and the corners of his mouth were faintly revealing a smile.

Matthew was depressed, and this was his first child.

So he didn't know if a child less than a year old could really have such rich expressions and complex scheming.

Looking at his son's performance, he was not angry, but the haze in his heart was inexplicably missing.

The son didn't look at him at all, just threw himself into his wife's arms, and his little ass twisted and twisted.

The frost and seriousness on Matthew's face when he first went home were completely dissolved at this moment, and the warmth in his eyes became more and more.

In the next few days, as the contact increased, the atmosphere between father and son seemed to be much better.

At least Matthew was already able to hold his son without worrying about another cry full of disgust.

This is like a man from the Snape family, always crying, Matthew said that he was quite satisfied.

But intimacy seems to be conditional, and such intimacy can only be done for a period of time after lunch every day, and it seems that the fat boy does things quite regularly.

I'm still a kind person after all, and I'm easy to be soft-hearted, the fat boy said to himself.

In the blink of an eye, it had been seven days since Matthew returned home.

The whole person gradually got rid of the tense state in the barracks, relaxed, and the longer he stayed at home, the stronger his attachment to home became.

The only thing that made him a little uncomfortable was that he suddenly discovered the fact that he was no longer the core of the family.

Catherine was breastfeeding Phil, and the little one had a noticeably good appetite and had to eat several times a day.

But it's not very obvious, and against the backdrop of the warm family happiness of the mother and son, Matthew finds himself like a black and white corner of the whole color picture.

In the first two or three days of returning home, Catherine's tenderness and warmth made him feel the satisfaction of a man.

But when she woke up on the fourth morning, she threw him out of the master bedroom and left alone in a cold room, while she herself slept with the child in the large bed that was half owned to him.

Fortunately, Catherine still had a little conscience, helped him bring the pillow over, and then pecked him in the face as a comfort, and sent him away.

The little fat man's mood in the past two days was also very unbeautiful, because he found that his rations were inexplicably much less.

Looking at Matthew's bloody mouth, as a man who was close to 40 years old in his previous life, he knew where his rations had gone with his heels.

Although it is understandable that I also dreamed of such a scene in my previous life, it was too much to let the master not have enough to eat, which was simply an unforgivable mistake.

So, for two days, I didn't give Matthew a good face.

If you ignore the small confrontation between Matthew and his son, the life of Lord Snape's family is happy and happy.

In the garden, by the pond, in the town's restaurant, and even in Matthew's arsenal, there are warm and beautiful pictures of a family of three everywhere.

Happy reunions are always short-lived, and sad parting is the eternal theme of life, Catherine hugged her son and sent her husband away with red eyes.