Chapter 141: Guan Chibei is trapped in the house

Guan Chibei watched quietly from the side, and after the second child finished drinking, it would be the turn of the little boss.

The little boss is the biggest, and it is not considered to bully him, many times except for the little third is the first, Ye Wei is who is at hand with him and the second child, and who will be fed first.

The room was filled with the smell of mother and child's milk, which made ordinary people's faces appear red. But Guan Chibei was okay, he stood there with a stiff and handsome face, and finally waited for the three babies to finish drinking the milk, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

hugged the little boss down, and Guan Chibei also knew how to burp a few babies.

After I did a good job of feeding milk, I didn't have a belly in my wet clothes...... What to do?

Put a belly pocket on Ye Wei, Guan Chibei really can't do this.

His dark eyes quickly glanced at Ye Lu, his eyes touched the thin blanket on the kang, and with a lift of his palm, he directly dragged the thin blanket and wrapped Ye Lu's open coat.

Guan Chibei also paused.

Then, Guan Chibei kindly turned around, bent down and stretched out his long arms, picked up Ye Lu, moved to the center of the kang, and put it away properly, and then stood up straight.

and put the three babies neatly next to Ye Wei one by one.

Steady!

The mother and son were finally settled.

Guan Chibei's body was forgotten, his mind was really affected to a certain extent, and he was a little tired, and after glancing at the mother and son again, he turned around and prepared to go out to calm down.

As a result, as soon as the door was opened, the torrential rain almost rushed into the house.

Guan Chibei could only close the door for a second.

"...... okay."

Little Boss, the rain of washing after the Heavenly Punishment Thunder you summoned was quite heavy.

Guan Chibei could only be trapped in the house, guarding the mother and son.

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And after Brother Wei fell down the mountain forest, he really didn't feel good, the two sides of the mountain road happened to be relatively steep mountain forests, Brother Wei followed the slope, "Gu Lulu" rolled all the way down, and rolled down a long steep slope before stopping.

He also hit a boulder, and was scratched by many sharp branches, awl-shaped stones, and vines along the way, and his body was scarred.

The blood was red and swollen, and the clothes had been torn and hung on the body in bits and pieces, which could not hide the scars, and the mottled scars were all over the place.

It's already miserable.

The moment Brother Wei hit the boulder hard, he vomited blood.

The problem is, as calculated.

As soon as he stopped rolling down, there was a "boom" of winter thunder in the sky, and oh no, the rain was pouring down, neither sooner nor sooner.

Brother Wei had no place to hide, and was immediately doused to the top.

Don't forget, his clothes are torn, not to mention the injuries of varying severity, it is still autumn and winter, heavy rain and extremely cold air permeate the four fields, the temperature is even lower under the steep slope, and the soil is cold and sticky when it is wet.

Brother Wei called a miserable relative, What's more, he was suddenly drenched in the heavy rain, and instinctively wanted to find a place to hide from the rain, staggered to his feet, slipped under his feet, and hit his head back on the boulder.

Brother Wei: "......"

This time, I fainted directly from the collision.

So you can see that in the pouring rain, by the big rock, Brother Wei was lying upright, even if he was injured all over his body, he kept being drenched in the heavy rain.

Just, the rain of washing.

The rain fell all morning and stopped more than two hours later.

The people in the entire Yuancheng and mountain villages were saying that this sudden heavy rain was really bad.

I'm sorry, I just made a mistake in the update, and I pasted it repeatedly

To tell you the truth, it's cool to write this kind of ambiguous plot, and I'm very tormented by writing

Because I always think about the scale, I always write whether I can write it, but I don't want to be dry......

It's just torture == not very comfortable

(End of chapter)