The little cub heard footsteps and looked up at the little head.

Da Zhuang lowered his head to meet the big watery eyes, he didn't seem to be afraid of life, and he didn't cry when he saw such a strong man coming over.

The little cub's eyebrows and eyes are young and beautiful, and the eyes are black and bright, inheriting Qiao Yuan's delicate and flawless snow skin, which looks like a round snow ball.

The cub and Qiao Yuan's eyebrows and eyes looked alike, and Da Zhuang's identity popped up in his mind.

Is this Madame's child?

Mrs. ...... The son of the dead Zhenguo Gong.

The little cub bit his finger and looked at the man with innocent and innocent eyes.

Da Zhuang couldn't tell whether he was jealous or regretful at the moment, maybe both, jealous of the intimacy between the dead Zhenguo Gong and his wife, and regretted that this cute and mellow cub was not his own...... And Mrs. Children.

For a moment, he suppressed the emotions in his heart, took his little hand away from the cub's mouth, and took out a handkerchief to help him wipe his saliva: "Don't eat your hands, your mother will talk about you again when she sees it." “

After speaking, he himself was stunned by this familiar word.

Little Cub: "Oh. “

He obediently stretched out his little hand and asked the man to wipe it for him.

The small one, resting on the thick palm of the man, is very contrasting.

Da Zhuang pinched his white and tender little hands, which were as soft as if they had no bones, and he was afraid that a little more strength would break them.

There was a Kong Ming lock next to the little cub, apparently playing with it just now.

Kongming lock is a kind of educational toy, composed of a number of wooden sticks engraved with grooves, detachable and installable, and is mostly used by folk to exercise children's intelligence.

Da Zhuang picked up the Kong Ming lock, his fingers flew flexibly, and a complete wooden lock was dismantled into wooden sticks, and then flipped over, and magically assembled into its original state.

Brother Ting'er's eyes widened slightly.

Da Zhuang took Kong Ming and locked it in front of the little cub, and his round eyes really moved around with him, "Do you want to learn?" “

Brother Ting hugged his arm: "Whew." “

Da Zhuang simply hugged him on his lap, and the little cub's body was fragrant, soft, and comfortable.

Brother Ting sat on his hard lap, feeling uncomfortable at all, and wanted to climb down, but he hugged his arm as if he was soldering iron.

Da Zhuang held the little hand of this noble little prince, and was about to teach him how to open the lock of Kong Ming, when he heard something, he suddenly paused: "What do you call me?" “

The little cub couldn't break free of the man's hand, so he had to stay in his arms, his little face was white and tender, and he called out again if he was aggrieved: "Dad." “

The big strong head was empty.

He was jealous that this cub was born to another man by his wife, but now there is no separation at all.

The crisp and crisp "Dad" completely poked the most secret desire in the man's heart, at least at this moment, he and his wife can be said to be "husband and wife" to some extent.

Although it was very illusory, Da Zhuang's heart was still filled with subtle joy.

It seems that it is fate that he will become the stepfather of this kid.

Da Zhuang thought to herself, and suddenly felt the little cub in her arms struggle even more.

"Mother."

Da Zhuang was startled, looked at the door, and sure enough, he saw that the beauty he had been thinking about was back, his eyes were watery, and his face was still flushed after being sunburned, so bright that it was like the glow falling into it.

The tall and sturdy man was holding a little cub in his arms, and the little cub kept trying to crawl out, but the man thought he was playing, and every time the little cub crawled away a little and hugged it back, as if he was deliberately bullying people.

No wonder my son didn't like to play with his father before he had amnesia.

Brother Ting saw his mother, as if he saw a savior, and opened his hand to hug him aggrievedly.

Qiao Yuan couldn't help but smile and walked over, and took his son from his arms, whose little eyebrows were wrinkled.

Brother Ting hugged the neck of the beautiful mother, buried him in his mother's arms, humming and chirping.

He can only say a few simple words now, he can't even make a complaint, tears are in his eyes, pitiful and cute.

Da Zhuang stood up nervously, feeling worried, I don't know if Mrs. heard the voice of Xiao Shizi just now.

Qiao Yuan naturally didn't know what they were doing, and glanced at Da Zhuang: "Why don't you change your clothes?" “

She just came in from outside, and knew that the maid had already taken the clothes from the house, and said that Xiao Shizi was also there at that time, clamoring for her mother, so she took it together.

It seems that Madame probably didn't hear it.

Da Zhuang felt lucky, but a little lost, "That clothes ...... It's too precious, I'm just a guard, and I shouldn't be too ostentatious. “

In fact, he didn't know why he didn't wear it, and he just felt awkward in his heart.

I want to ask if those clothes are from the dead Zhenguo Gong, but I am afraid that my wife will be offended.

Qiao Yuan didn't think about it so much, Qi Cun was tall, and the clothes were all custom-made, it would take some time, and there were ready-made ones right now, so I just took them.

Seeing that he didn't seem to want it, Qiao Yuan didn't think much about it, just let people make a few more low-key sets.

The beauty turned and sat down, took out a bottle from the small cabinet next to her, and beckoned to Da Zhuang.

When he cleaned up Sun Yue yesterday, he went crazy and ignored it, and in the process, his fist grazed the ground several times, and the back of his hand was bruised in several places.

She looked terrified, but he didn't feel the pain.

If she didn't care, the man who had always been rough would definitely not be too lazy to take it seriously.

On the big dark hand, the joints were covered with several dark brown wounds, and after a night, it no longer bleed, but it was still a little scary to look at, and you could get a glimpse of how hard the man used at that time.

Qiao Yuan lowered his eyes and gently poured a layer of medicinal powder on his head.

At that time, she didn't know that Qi Cun had amnesia, and wondered why he was hiding, so she tried to use this method to lure Qi Cun out.

I didn't expect the effect to be so significant.

This method is actually simple, and it doesn't need to be a bells and whistles, because there is only one key to solving the problem, and that is what men care about.

Even if he had amnesia, he cared about her as much as ever, and he couldn't bear others to defile his treasure.

So this method seems to be risky, but in fact, it was destined that Qiao Yuan would win from the beginning.

Because she already has the greatest authority in the world, which he personally sent to her long ago.

The big hand in front of him has slender fingers and distinct bone joints, but because of his dark complexion, the palm has accumulated small scars that have been old for many years, and now there are new wounds, it is really not a good-looking hand.

But this hand has created a greenhouse for the beauty, so that the delicate flowers can bloom without worrying about the evil coveted by others.

Qiao Yuan was a little distracted for a while, he didn't move, and his tender fingers obediently rested on the big hand covered with wounds.

Black and white, delicate and rough, put together, produce a thrilling clash of perspectives.

The tingling sensation comes from the part where the hands are close together, from the limbs to the heart.

Da Zhuang's throat moved, resisted the urge to close his five fingers to wrap his little hand, and pressed his throat and asked, "Madam, why are you so good to me?" “

(End of chapter)