The growth of a sweet wife

Chapter 73

"Ke Xin, wake me up...?" This dead girl, who doesn't sleep at night and doesn't get up in the morning, is really trying to torment me to death?Fortunately, I go to work at ten o'clock. If I go to work at eight o'clock, it will be fine.

"Keep, Mom, please, get up, so I can feed you milk powder..." I looked at her pitifully, she was so sound asleep, if I could not feel the breath coming out of her nose Come out, I really doubt she is dead.Her small body is lying on the foot of the bed, not as big as a pillow. If I put it next to the pillow, even if there are thieves who steal children, they will not hug her, because she looks so sleepy. An SD doll now.

"Keep, I'll count to ten. If you don't get up again, I'll just throw you in the nursery and make you hungry." I threatened her, but my threat to her was like a mosquito saying to a person, "Don't move, don't move." Move, move again and I will bite you", before the mosquito bites, the person slaps the mosquito to death.Don't say I counted to ten, even if I counted to one hundred thousand, she wouldn't understand.

I really have no choice, it’s already quarter past nine, and I’m going to be late if I don’t leave, so I had to help her put the milk powder in a thermos, and then use my coat to wrap her into a rice dumpling. The size has doubled, and it is very difficult for me to hold it in my hand. Then I have to give her milk powder, feeding bottles, pacifiers, diapers and other things she needs, and there is a big bag in it. People look at me like this, I was literally a redneck going to town with too much luggage.I feel that my arms are getting stronger gradually, which is the result of the exercise.

BJ's winter is simply not a life for people. I feel that as long as there is an inch of skin exposed, the cold wind can swallow that inch of skin, and there are not even bones left. If the skin is accidentally injured, the blood will flow out. , it freezes.I hugged Kexin tightly, wishing to stuff her back into my stomach. Standing in front of the bus stop sign, she seemed to be writhing in my arms, as if she had the consciousness of waking up. Children's Hospital, if you wake up when I'm squeezing the bus and want to eat and drink, I will definitely not be able to handle it.

Waiting for the bus is simply "looking forward to seeing through the water".I finally got a car. It was overcrowded. When I saw the people inside, I wanted to stand on one foot. Don’t worry, I will never fall down, because there is no gap to fall down. If it’s not cold, everyone would like to open all the glass. Stretch out your head and hands to avoid turning your face into a persimmon on the glass like this.

The car stopped in front of me, and I struggled for a long time whether to squeeze with them, maybe I could still lose weight?I thought that if I could find a place in it, I would lift Kexin up with both hands, without worrying that she would fall, the bottom is all foreshadowing, for the sake of time constraints, I still decided to give up the enjoyment of the body and take the risk To go to work, you must abide by your own responsibilities, strictly abide by company discipline, and never be late or leave early, but when I made this great decision, the flight attendant said to me solemnly: "You still don't want to go. Anyway, we can’t afford to be responsible?” I retreated to the ground very aggrieved, watching those light-packed people squeeze in desperately, and finally heard the flight attendant say: “If you want to hold a baby, you have to grab the car from the commuters. If I were her, I’d get up at five o’clock and take the early bus.” Then she gave me a disdainful look, and I watched the fat man who got on the bus gasp for breath before closing the door, and I was very dissatisfied. Come to take the bus, I am very happy at this time, fortunately Kexin was born, if you take the bus with a big belly, why don’t you squeeze out?

Besides, it’s already 09:30, where is the time to go to work? I used to think that BJ Capital Airport was crowded with people who wanted to shoot with machine guns. Now I know that the airport is heaven compared to the stop sign. Fortunately, the bus in BJ There were many, and one car came without a group, and there were obviously fewer people. Although there was no seat, it was obviously empty. I thought that someone should give me a seat when I was holding a child!But it was so unexpected, no one in the whole car noticed that I was holding a baby, because I held her so tightly that everyone thought I was holding a quilt.

Until Kexin had enough sleep, she stretched out in my arms, and the car swayed, and I almost fell. Fortunately, it was not that big. I managed to maintain my balance, but she seemed very dissatisfied Being hugged by this coat and crying in my arms, who would want to coax her? I just pretended I didn’t hear it and hugged her tightly to let her know something interesting, but the whole car couldn’t stand the crying Suddenly, all the people sitting around me stood up. The scene was so spectacular that I couldn't believe it. The people in the capital were so enthusiastic that I was embarrassed.

"Thank you, thank you!" I quickly thanked, found a yellow seat for the old, young, sick, disabled and pregnant, and first stuffed the pacifier into her mouth, and then poured milk powder for her. Doing it in the car really embarrasses me?It took me a lot of effort to fix it for her. After I was full of sleep, I should be hungry. I would be quiet after ordering milk for her. I really hope that I still have milk, and I can satisfy her with just a flip of my clothes. I used to hate it It was too troublesome for her to suck my milk, and now I know that it is so convenient.

The most embarrassing thing for me is that she pulls while eating, that’s fine, you just pull gently, quietly, she also farts, puffing non-stop, that’s fine It's also very noisy, and people don't pay much attention to it, but it's too smelly. I admire myself so much. I didn't smell it until everyone reacted. Maybe it's because of the wind direction!In addition to pointing at me, the people in the car also booed and strongly asked the driver to stop. It felt like everyone would be suffocated if they didn't stop.The flight attendant said to me in a very embarrassing way: "The next stop, there is a public toilet nearby, you can get off there!" After speaking, he immediately turned his head away and panted heavily.

I took a look at Kexin and admired her very much, because she ate very deliciously, and I haven't been panting for a long time.When the car arrived at the stop, I got off at a sprint speed of 1 meters, and I would suffocate if I stayed for another minute.That's not the most exercising, having me clean up her aftermath is the most painful thing in my life, I have to wipe the poop off her little ass, I feel like I'm a compound person now.

First of all, I am a porter. I have to do coolies like all porters, and I am more tired than them. What they are facing is a dead thing, but what I am holding is a living thing that knows the pain of cold and warm. I am afraid of falling if I am weak. If I get too strong, I'm afraid of being strangled, and if something goes wrong, I have no choice but to live and die. In order to avoid such a situation, I am exhausted mentally and physically. The psychological pressure and the physical pressure are two mountains, and I want to bury me alive.

Secondly, I feel that I am a cook. It is also a headache to prepare these milk powders for her. In order for her to eat more comfortably, there are many things besides milk powder that need to be mixed together in the milk powder. There are too many of these things No, no less, I measure it with a spoon every day, my hands feel weak, the milk powder is hot, I’m afraid it will be scalded, and it’s cold, I’m afraid she’ll have a stomachache after eating it, I can’t wait to measure it with the thermometer, I In order to test the temperature of her milk powder, I drink her milk powder every day. If it is not a problem with funds, I will not eat and eat milk powder with her.

Then I felt that I was a manure picker, and I dealt with her poop every day, and I felt that my sense of smell was going to be my problem.Luckily she still has a few hours in nursery, if I was taking care of her full time 24 hours a day, I feel like I'd have to die before she raised her, I've grown to admire the old nannies who took care of her, they were mine Idol.

In the end, I think I am still a singer. Saying this may be a bit insulting to the career of a singer, because when she makes a fuss, I will sing to coax her. I used to envy those actors and singers, thinking that they can rely on their outstanding beauty just by using their voices. And charm the minds of fans, let a lot of money into the bucket.It won’t work if the voice is too loud, or it won’t work if it’s too low, and it won’t work if it’s perfunctory and ugly. The only advantage is that you don’t have to memorize the lyrics. She still doesn’t understand what I’m singing.

(End of this chapter)