exclusive marriage

Chapter 305
Hearing such cries, Uncle Jin wiped away his tears: The old Zuo family has successors.

Zuo Cheng put down the baby in his hand in disgust, and reached out to hug Jiang Xiachu, his heart ached so badly.

Why is there such a big difference between a son and a wife?

"Why is it so hard?"

Zuo Cheng was very upset that he favored his son so quickly.

"I wanted to beat him up a long time ago." Kissing Jiang Xiachu's sweat-drenched hair, "I can't bear to torment you like this."

Jiang Xiachu couldn't help but laugh.

"At the beginning of summer, at the beginning of summer."

Zuo Cheng hugged her, murmured her name in her ear all the time, his quiet voice still had some faint trills.

"I am fine."

"My legs are weak."

Jiang Xiachu looked at Zuocheng in surprise.

Zuo Cheng lay on her chest, panting heavily: "I was very scared just now."

Jiang Xiachu's eyes were sour, and he put his arms around Zuo Cheng's neck, his voice choked up: "Fool, women give birth like this."

Zuo Cheng plucked her hair distressedly, and coaxed her in a deep voice: "We won't have children again, okay?"

Florega once said: If a man loves a woman, he will say 'give me a child'; if a man loves a woman deeply, he will say 'don't give me a child'.

Jiang Xiachu burst into tears: "Don't you want a daughter?"

"I don't want a daughter, I just want you."

Zuo Cheng leaned over and kissed his woman deeply.

Zuo Muxia grew up.

"I'm a child whose father doesn't care about me!" A chubby little hand grabbed the pink skirt, tears and snot wiped on the girl's beautiful skirt.

He saw a delicate-looking little boy about five or six years old with tears in his eyes, crying pitifully, surrounded by little girls, all of whom had no teeth, thin and fat, and of various styles.

Isn't this little boy crying like pear blossoms and rain the little devil of the Zuo family's 'father doesn't hurt'?No, he is torturing and harming the little girl again.

"You say I'm not pitiful. That's my dear father. He didn't hug or kiss me, and even named me a girl." Little friend Zuo Muxia wiped away tears again, "You say , am I not pitiful?"

Seven or eight little girls nodded their heads in unison, each with tears in their eyes, their little hearts aching terribly.

Little friend Zuo Muxia began to talk about his inhuman childhood with snot and tears.

"When I was three—"

Time goes back to when Zuo Muxia was three years old.

"dad."

"Ah."

One big and one small, sitting face to face on the sofa.

"Do you not like me?" Zuo Muxia was pitiful, he couldn't afford to drop the golden beans, this small appearance really catches people's heart.

It's a pity that the man on the opposite sofa didn't even lift his eyes. He read the newspaper and replied nonchalantly, "How do you say it?"

"You never hug me."

Three-year-old child, lack of love!

Over there, Zuo Cheng had already put down the newspaper, and answered his son solemnly: "Men can only hug women."

When Zuo Mucha heard this, he immediately complained: "You still don't let my mother hug me." Tears were about to fall, not to mention being wronged.

"My woman can only hug her own man."

Zuo Mucha was about to cry, how could he understand such a profound truth, he only understood one thing: "You don't like me, I'm not your own."

As soon as the words were finished, a mirror was thrown over there.

Zuo Muxia wiped away a handful of tears, picked it up, took a selfie, and then looked at his father's face, it was clearly a miniature version in the mirror, Zuo Muxia was stunned: "It's actually my own."

the next day……

"Muchia, the teacher said you were not good in kindergarten."

Zuo Mucha shook his head decisively: "No, I'm very good."

Jiang Xiachu was patient: "Then why do you hug so many girls?"

"Papa said men can only hug women."

People are small and ghosts, so when you say this, you should speak the truth.Jiang Xiachu was very helpless, looking at the milk doll in front of him, a little helpless.

Little friend Zuo Muxia continued: "Papa's woman can't hug me, I want my woman to hug me."

Jiang Xiachu was dumbfounded, how could this temper follow Zuo Cheng, it was obviously his own.

Zuo Mucha blinked her dark pupils, shining brightly, and leaned over: "Is Mom wondering if Dad and I are biological?"

Jiang Xiachu had no choice but to smile bitterly: Sure enough, it is her own, and the ability to read minds is exactly the same.

Over there, Zuo Muxia took a small mirror to look left and right, and sighed in a childish and old-fashioned way: "Hey, evil fate!"

This is Zuo Muxia's kid godmother's catchphrase, look at it and learned it very penetratingly.

Speaking of this, the eyes of seven or eight little girls were red from crying, and Zuo Muxia continued the torture to the end.

"When I was four—"

Time went back to when Zuo Mucha was four years old.

In the hall of Zuo's house, Zuo Mucha climbed onto the sofa with his short legs, and looked at the man opposite him pitifully.

"Yueyue, Lingzi, Xiaoxi...all say my name looks like a girl's."

"Ok?"

Zuo Muxia's father perfunctorily tossed a character, his hands were busy on the laptop.

Zuo Muxia howled: "I want to change my name."

clatter--

The computer keyboard clicked and stopped.

"Zuo Mucha."

Cold and self-made, quiet and loud.

Every time Zuo Cheng called someone with such a gloomy voice, it meant that someone was going to be unlucky.

The child Zuo Muxia tensed up, reflexively: "Here!"

My dear father, do you want to be so scary.

The other party said in a commercial tone: "Rejected."

If it weren't for the two similar faces, anyone would doubt whether the father and son were biological.

Zuo Muxia was stunned, thinking about it: "Then let's make a deal." With a blink of an eye, there was a little mystery about the cat, "It has something to do with my mother."

"tell me the story."

"Uncle Zai Xi will come to see mom in three days."

Zuo Cheng was silent, deep in thought.

There is a play!

Zuo Mucha blustered: "Father, how is Zuo Haihai? It's impressive enough."

"Zuo Mucha."

These three words again, with the same tone.

The child Zuo Muxia blurted out "to" to hold back, kicked his short legs, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water: "Dad, I want to change my name."

"turn down."

The words lukewarm and lukewarm, without any room for negotiation, instantly hit the little girl Mucha, and tears came as soon as she said it: "Mom said that businessmen must be honest."

"Remember, any contract that is not signed is void."

The tears were taken away as soon as they were said, and the little friend Mu Xia gritted his teeth that were not yet fully formed, and scolded angrily: "A profiteer!"

The first name change failed!Zuo Muxia always remembers what the teacher said: you must be persistent in doing things from the beginning to the end.

Struggling out of memories, little friend Zuo Muxia frequently wiped away her sad tears and asked, "Am I very pitiful?"

"Yeah." The girls' hearts were broken, and they wished they could hide classmate Mu Xia in their hearts to hurt.

Zuo Mucha slapped his thigh: "There are even more pitiful ones."

"When I was five—"

Time went back to when Zuo Mucha was five years old.

That was Zuo Mucha's first and last time running away from home, and it will never be forgotten.

The five-year-old Zuo Mucha has grown into a cute and handsome guy, he is the focus of attention wherever he goes, on the street, I saw this handsome guy carrying a small backpack, hanging a water bottle with a pacifier, holding holding a pink phone.

As soon as the phone was dialed, there was a voice over there.

"Zuo Mucha."

It's gloomy and cold, don't even think about it, Mu Xia also knows that it's his unscrupulous father.

"Please call me Zuo Dahai."

Yo, the little bones have grown hard.

A sneer came from the phone: "You are not small."

"Uncle Zuo Zuo said that a soldier who can't run away is not a good soldier." The baby's voice growled childishly, "I want to run away from home."

"Go home by yourself." Still lukewarm.

"I won't go back if you don't change my name. I'll wander around the world and see how you explain to Mother Daxia."

In order to change my name to Da Ren, I worked hard!
"I'll give you an hour." On the phone, the air was cold and unhurried.

Zuo Muxia became emaciated, and stared at her little feet on the spot: "If you don't go back, you won't go back. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Let's see what I will do."

Yo, the boy is capable!

There was silence on the phone, Zuo Mucha smelled danger.

"Zuo Mucha."

"Here." The damn conditioned reflex, Mucha was annoyed, "I said, please call me Zuo Da——"

A pair of big round eyes, looking straight ahead, isn't that unscrupulous father who approached slowly?Mu Xia was dumbfounded, holding the small feeding bottle, her pair of agile eyes roamed around, ready to run away at any time.

"The sky is high and the emperor is far away?" Zuo Cheng said coldly.

Little friend Mu Xia bowed her head resignedly, and confessed leniently: "Uncle Zaixi said it."

"continue."

"Also said that if I escaped, Daxia's mother would be easily abducted, and you would compromise."

It's unreliable!Little friend Mucha dislikes someone in her heart.

Practice is the criterion for testing truth. Facts have proved that a sow can climb a tree if someone is reliable.

Hey, let's ask for blessings, kid Mu Xia feels a little bit sympathetic to someone again.

"Did he say not to bring your mother's mobile phone?"

"Tracker!" Zuo Mucha slapped his forehead, "Ouch! I forgot."

Zuo Cheng smiled, and lifted Zuo Mucha into the car with one hand.

After repeated defeats and defeats, Zuo Muxia learned a bloody lesson: the revolution has not yet succeeded, Muxia still needs to work hard, and the road to renaming is a long way to go.

Zuo Muxia wiped tears for the nth time, this history of blood and tears, just thinking about it, is countless bitter tears.

"You say, is he my real father?" Mu Xia's friends were extremely indignant.

"No."

"Well, no."

Several little girls shared the same hatred, crying so much that their faces were covered with snot and tears.

"But, Brother Mucha, you look alike."

"Hey, Nie Yuan." Little friend Mu Xia looked up at the sky, lowered his head, and pretended to be pitiful, "I'm so pitiful, don't call me brother Mu Xia from now on, I'm a man." As he spoke, he showed his arms and muscles.

"What's that called?"

Seven or eight little girls leaned over, squinting their eyes, and peach blossoms bloomed one by one.

"The sea, call me the sea."

"Brother Hai."

"..."

Brother Dahai, who is so cute and sweet, is really beautiful in the heart of little friend Zuo Muxia.

Since then, all the girls in the kindergarten, big and small, have called Big Brother Dahai, and Zuo Muxia felt elated for the first time.

At the same time as the initial success of the name change business, Zuo Muxia successfully harmed a group of little girls.

Facts have proved that the children of "Papa does not hurt" can still make a bright future.

(End of this chapter)