After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 88 A Family of Three

Xiao Zai Zai heard the footsteps and looked up with his little head.

Da Zhuang lowered his head and met those big watery eyes. He seemed not afraid of life, and he didn't cry when he saw such a strong man approaching.

Xiao Zaizai's eyebrows are young and beautiful, and his eyes are dark and bright. He inherited Qiao Yuan's delicate and flawless snow skin, which makes him look like a round and rolling snow dumpling.

Zaizai and Qiao Yuan looked alike, and their identities immediately popped up in Da Zhuang's mind.

Is this the lady's child?
Madam and...the son of the dead Zhen Guogong.

The little Zaizai bit his fingers and looked at the man with innocent and pure eyes.

Da Zhuang couldn't tell whether he was jealous or regretful at the moment, maybe it was both, he was jealous of the closeness between the dead Lord Zhen Guo and his wife, and regretted that this cute and round cub was not his... and his wife's child.

For a moment, he suppressed his emotions, took his little hand away from Zaizai's mouth, took out a handkerchief and wiped his saliva: "Don't eat Zuozou, your mother will talk to you again if she sees it."

After saying that, he himself was startled by these familiar words.

Xiao Zai Zai: "Oh."

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

The small one rests on the man's thick palm, the contrast is very sharp.

Da Zhuang squeezed his white and tender little hand, it was as soft as boneless, and he was afraid that it would break if he squeezed it with a little more force.

There is a Kong Mingsuo next to Xiao Zai Zai, obviously playing with it just now.

Kong Mingsuo is a kind of educational toy, which is composed of multiple wooden sticks engraved with grooves. It can be disassembled and installed.

Da Zhuang picked up the Kong Ming Lock, and with dexterous movement of his fingers, a complete wooden lock was dismantled into wooden sticks, turned over again, and magically assembled back into its original shape.

Brother Ting opened his eyes slightly.

Da Zhuang held the Kong Ming Lock in front of Xiao Zai Zai's eyes, and his bright eyes moved around with him, "Do you want to learn?"

Brother Ting hugged his arm: "Oh."

Da Zhuang simply hugged him in his lap, Xiao Zai Zai's body was fragrant and soft, soft and comfortable.

Brother Ting sat on his hard legs and felt uncomfortable at all. He wanted to climb down, but he held his arms like a iron.

Da Zhuang was holding the little hand of the young man of Jingui, and was about to teach him how to remove the Kong Ming lock, when he heard something, he suddenly paused: "What did you call me?"

The little cub couldn't break free from the man's hand, so he could only stay in his arms, his little face was white and tender, and he was wronged and called again: "Father."

Da Zhuang's head was empty.

He was jealous just now that his wife gave birth to another man, but now there is no estrangement at all.

The clear and crisp "Father" completely hit 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 still felt a subtle joy in his heart.

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

Da Zhuang was thinking happily, and suddenly felt that the little cub in his arms was struggling harder.

"mother."

Da Zhuang was startled, and looked at the door, and sure enough, he saw the beauty he had been longing for came back, his eyes were watery, and his face was still flushed with sunburn, which was as bright as the rays of the sun falling into it.

The tall and strong man was holding a little cub in his arms. The little cub kept trying to crawl out, but the man thought he was playing around. Every time the little cub crawled away a little, he hugged him back, as if deliberately bullying someone.

No wonder the son didn't like playing with his father before he lost his memory.

When Ting Ge'er saw his mother, he felt like he saw a savior, and he opened his arms to hug her aggrievedly.

Qiao Yuan held back a smile and walked over, taking his son with wrinkled eyebrows from his arms.

Brother Ting hugged his beautiful mother's neck and buried himself in her arms, moaning.

He can only say some simple words now, and he can't even complain. His tears are tearful, pitiful and cute.

Da Zhuang stood up nervously, feeling uneasy, wondering if his wife had heard Xiao Shizi call him dad just now.

Qiao Yuan naturally didn't know what they were doing just now, so he took a look at Da Zhuang: "Why don't you change your clothes?"

She had just come in from outside and knew that the maid had already taken the clothes from the house. She also said that the young prince was also there at the time, clamoring for his mother, so she took them too.

From the looks of it, Madam probably didn't hear it.

Da Zhuang felt lucky, but was a little disappointed, "The clothes... are too expensive. I'm just a guard, so I shouldn't be too ostentatious."

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

I wanted to ask if those clothes belonged to the dead Lord Zhen Guo, but I was afraid that my wife would be offended.

Qiao Yuan didn't think so much. Qi Cun was tall and his clothes were all custom-made, which would take some time. There was something ready-made right now, so he just brought it over.

Seeing that he didn't seem to want it, Qiao Yuan didn't think much about it, and just asked someone to do a few more low-key ones.

The beauty turned around and sat down, found a bottle from a small cabinet on the side, and waved to Da Zhuang.

When he was cleaning up Sun Yue yesterday, he ignored him like crazy. In the process, his fists grazed the ground several times and the back of his hands was bruised in several places.

She looked terrified, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

If she didn't care, the always rough man would definitely not bother to take it seriously.

On the big black hand, the joints were covered with several dark brown wounds. After one night, the bleeding stopped, but it was still a bit scary to look at. It can be seen how much force the man used at that time.

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

At that time, she didn't know that Qi Cun had lost his memory, and wondered why he was hiding, and then tried to lure Qi Cun out by this method.

Unexpectedly, the effect is so significant.

This method is actually simple and does not require any fancy design, because there is only one key to solving the problem, and that is what men care about.

Even if he lost his memory, he still cared about her as always, and he cared so much that he couldn't stand other people tarnishing his treasure.

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

Because she already possessed the greatest authority in the world, which he personally sent to her early on.

The big hand in front of him had long fingers and well-defined joints, but because of his dark complexion, the palm had accumulated small scars from years of age, and now he had new wounds, so it was not really a good-looking hand.

But this hand created a hothouse for the beauty, so that the delicate flowers can just bloom without worrying about others' coveting.

Qiao Yuan was a little absent-minded for a moment and did not move. Her fingers, as tender as green onions, rested obediently on the big hand covered with wounds.

Black and white, delicate and rough, put together create a thrilling perspective conflict.

A numbing feeling comes from the parts where the hands are touching, from the limbs to the heart.

Da Zhuang's throat moved, he suppressed the urge to wrap his fingers around the little hand, and asked under his throat, "Ma'am, why are you so kind to me?"

(End of this chapter)