Master Mei picked up his heart and liver baby, and pressed his lips tightly to her little feet, he was reluctant to kiss other places, for fear of being polluted by his own mouth.

Sometimes, Master Mei even knelt on the bed with fatherly love, and he would rather kneel like this for the rest of his life, letting the child cling to his back and feeling the temperature of his father's love. He held her little hand and taught her to walk, with endless praise and endless amazement.

He called out to the child's new name, and then admired her holy beauty: big black eyes, bigger than her mouth, and soft, black hair with a little curl. By the time she was fifteen years old, she would be a radiant beauty.

Mrs. Mei is even more crazy in love with this child, she can't see enough of her daughter all day, touch here, kiss there, and never allow others to touch it, even if it is Master Mei, she is not allowed to lift it high.

She was so happy for her daughter that she often went to church to pray and thank God for His mercy and gifts.

The child was not yet a year old, and was already babbling and learning to speak, and her chubby, round little face, smiling at her like a little angel, made Mrs. May so proud and proud.

At noon the next day, she took a nap with the child, and the two maids waited beside her, and also dozed off on the side of the bed.

Maybe it was because I was greedy for cold at noon, and I ate a few pieces of watermelon soaked in well water, and my stomach was a little painful, so I quickly got up and cleaned my hands. When I got up, I felt sweaty and dry mouth, so I drank another glass of cold water to make my stomach rumble even more.

She looked back at the child, she was sleeping soundly, her little mouth occasionally squirming, how cute and how cute.

She hurried to the hut, and because of the weather, she smelled a little fishy smell from afar. Her home is also the only place in the village that has a special thatched house. The women in the village often find a place where no one is in the dead of night. For this reason, they often go a day without drinking water.

This is unthinkable in Xiangjie, and of course, the toilet is also one of the signs of civilization and progress.

Mrs. May is a constipation patient, and she sometimes doesn't pull once a week. At that time, the woman didn't know that this was one of the reasons for the acne and spots on her face, so she didn't care, she should eat, drink, and her body was enlarged like a balloon. But when she sees her daughter greedily sucking her, this satisfaction makes her have no scruples about everything else.

Except for the priest, no one in the village thought that Madame May was beautiful. Master Mei also thinks so, he thinks that Mrs. Mei was Lin Daiyu when she first married her, and now she has become Sun Erniang, and the most gentle thing is that she bows her head, maybe she has run away from the clouds.

For a woman with constipation, beauty is not the most important thing. She let loose in the hut, and for her the pleasure was no less than the joy of a distant bed, as if riding a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, and ran down a steep hill against the wind, to the seashore where the waves were splashing, and the raging waves crashed violently against the solid shore.

She was straining, wheezing, and even a little dizzy.

It was finally over, and she even felt a hot pain as she scrubbed with water. When I stood up, I almost couldn't stand up, and my calf was very sore. She stood on the door for a while, much better. Only then did he twist his waist that was already a little fat and walked back.

She was a little surprised that she didn't hear the child's crying. This child's attachment to her must not be less than every minute. Even if you don't feel her warm presence for just a minute, you will have a strong sense of insecurity and will make a lot of noise.

Maybe it was the hot summer that made people so drowsy, she thought to herself, "It's okay, the baby hasn't woken up yet!" ”

When she got closer, she found that the door of the room that had been hidden was wide open, and she didn't care about it, but walked in to take a look.

The bed is empty, the child is gone! Only a beautiful tiger head shoe fell to the ground!

The two maids are gone!

"Acacia flowers!! Where did you die? Begonia! Begonia! Madame May called the maid's name desperately. The Mei family named the girls after the trees, and now the flowers are really blooming without leaves, and the leaves are not visible after the flowers......

Mrs. Mei's howl alarmed everyone in the Mei Mansion, and the family was in a mess, running all over the town and looking for the streets and alleys. Mrs. May, in particular, was disheveled and scurrying around, like a wild boar that had lost its cubs, and was eager to open the cellars of every house.

She looked terrifying, her eyes were bloodshot red, like a fire, and the tears in her were burned dry.

Every time she saw a passer-by, she stopped them and shouted, "Have you seen my daughter, the most beautiful one?" Whoever gives her back to me, I will make her a cow and a horse; I just want to dig out my heart and lungs."

People were frightened by her and avoided her from afar. In desperation, she banged her head against the wall, sending dust and blood splattered.

In other words, anyone would be heartbroken, and everyone would not dare to assume that this kind of thing would happen to them. This is truly the greatest tragedy in the world!

She cried out again and again, "Oh my God, my daughter! Where are you? "Let people hear that the liver and intestines want to be broken.

Mrs. May's cries echoed in the night. The empty night of Xiaowangzhuang became mysterious and terrifying, and everything that was alive seemed to be dead and silent. Thousands of ghosts emerge from the ground and wander in the darkness. The whining night wind seemed to be their wail, and the mountains that looked majestic during the day became hideous and terrifying, as if the devil was writhing their figures.