Chapter 8: Pretty Woman
I went home in the dust, and after entering the door, I was stupid, only to see many relatives sitting in the hall, and my father was holding a child, sleeping soundly and not crying. However, the other child was held in his mother's arms, crying so darkly that two small hands reached out to the woman sitting on the sofa.
"Mom, let me come!"
I saw this woman call her mother her mother, and for a moment I realized that the woman was very slender, wearing a long white dress, and standing up with a smile on her face.
"Don't cry, don't cry, your dad is back." The woman used soft words to coax the crying child.
I immediately took the child from my father's hand, sat next to the woman, the pungent aroma came to my face, shook my dizzy head, and whispered curiously: "Which one are you?" ”
"I'm your girlfriend, they're your son, cute?"
"How is it possible, I haven't married and had children, where are the children?"
"It's your child, I'm going to stay here and live, and then marry you."
"To be honest, you're beautiful, but I'm really not their biological father, I'm only 21 years old."
"I don't care how old you are, I've already brought my suitcase anyway."
I followed the direction the woman pointed to, and the two suitcases were placed next to the TV series, which were bigger than the TV series: sighed: "...... it"
"Alas, sigh and do what, marry me is your blessing, like how beautiful a woman I am, where to find it!"
"Son, these two children are really like you, so cute." Father interrupted our conversation.
I heard my father's words, glanced at the child in his arms who was not crying or making a fuss, blinked his big eyes cutely, and his little hands kept moving around, trying to grab my clothes.
"Is it your child?" The woman asked.
"It's true, but I remember it very well, I haven't seen you!" I looked at the woman quizzically.
This woman is convex and backward, with long hair and a shawl, pale pink lipstick, a pair of high heels under her feet, and her thighs covered by skirts, but it can be seen that the gap between the estrangements is not large, unlike a fun-loving woman, showing a very temperamental person.
"You're really not kidding?" I asked again.
"Am I like?" The woman asked rhetorically with a smile.
As I was puzzled, the house was filled with laughter, and many of my relatives liked this unknown woman and decided to let her live in the house and share a room with me, but the two children were taken care of by my parents.
That night, I was very uncomfortable, for the first time in twenty-one years, I had sex with a beautiful woman, I couldn't breathe normally, because I would smell the fragrance of the woman, I could only hold back, took out the quilt from the cabinet, spread it next to the door, and lay down and didn't dare to move, no one thought that the beautiful woman slept beside me, holding me into sleep, but I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking about the problem, this beautiful woman had never seen it at all, and sorted out all the memories over and over again, and finally came to the conclusion, She was the one who abandoned me two years ago.