Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Xiaoyi said solemnly, "you're wrong. How can we watch you poisoned by mommy? We have closed our eyes. "

Xiao Bao blinked his big wet eyes pitifully, "woo... I can't live this day. I'm going to run away from home..."

"Well, I'm just teasing you." Xia Dong held his little face and said with a smile, "come on, let mommy kiss, and it will get better soon."

"Don't --" Xiaobao proudly twisted his head and raised his little chin.

"Don't be angry, good son -" Xia Dong rubbed his soft hair, showing warmth and compassion in his eyes, and a trace of sadness that is not easy to detect. This is the child she has raised for five years. Although it is not her own, it is like her own. If it wasn't for that message, she almost forgot that Xiaobao was the child she adopted from the orphanage.

In the bedroom, the light is softly sprinkled, outlining a warm arc on the body in summer and winter.

She sat sideways at the head of the bed, slightly drooping her head, holding something in her hand, turning slowly, with a quiet smile on her face and beautiful tranquility, which made him unable to bear to disturb.

Summer and winter felt that the mattress around them had fallen, and bailihan's tall and straight body was close to her, and the faint lemon smell of bath frankincense came into her nose.

"Wife, what are you looking at?" He hugged her from the side and she leaned against his chest.

"Do you want to see the photos of Xiaobao and Xiaoguai when they were children?" She adjusted her posture and put the album on his lap.

Brigham's eyes fell on the album, which was beautifully made. He saw the photos inside for the first time.

There are photos of children of all ages. In a photo at the age of half a year, two pink babies were placed in a wooden basin, two pairs of small hands held the basin edge tightly, and two pairs of beautiful big eyes stared at the front, showing an expression of surprise.

Xia Dong pointed to the picture and smiled. "This is taken by brother Shen for them. At that time, I took a rattle and shook it in front to attract their attention."

When I was one year old, there was a picture of Xiaoguai wearing a beautiful little skirt and cute cat ears on his head. Xiaobao was wearing short sleeved shorts and simple brown bear ears on his head. The two babies stood face to face. Xiaobao held a bunch of wild flowers in his hand and handed them to Xiaoguai. Xiaoguai tilted his head and looked at him with a thoughtful expression, I don't seem to understand why my brother gave her flowers.

Xia Dong leaned against Bai Lihan's arms and smiled, "husband, look at them. Are they very cute?"

Brigham rubbed her hair, his eyes filled with doting, "it seems that I've missed a lot of good times."

She looked up at him. "It doesn't matter. I've recorded all the good times for you." She kissed him on his knife cut chin and jumped out of his arms. "Wait for me, I'll bring you something."

She ran to the storage room in her slippers. Her back was full of vitality, just like a happy little rabbit.

Bailihan raised his eyebrows with a smile and continued to enjoy the album. The more he went to the back, he saw that the higher the appearance rate of Beitang deep, and almost half of his group photos with Xia Dong and the children.

His eyes became deep. Through those photos, he saw the warmth of beitangshen and the past of summer and winter mother and son.

Something called jealousy is brewing in my heart.

"Husband -" Xia Dong suddenly ran to him, hugged his neck from behind, lay on his back, and sent the things in her hand to him. A CD, "this is the video taken by brother Shen for our children's birthday every year."

"I'll show you." She smiled.

He pursed his lips and slowly spit out a word, "OK."

Xia Dong ran to the front of the TV with the CD and put the CD into the DVD player. Soon, the picture appeared in the LCD wall TV.

A total of four birthdays, a total of one and a half hours of shooting and editing, this is like a romantic fairy tale, in which there are lovely princesses and princes, beautiful queens and handsome knights, but there is no handsome king.

Seeing that beitangshen and Xiadong were so close, the smile in bailihan's eyes faded and the corners of his lips stretched.

Xia Dong looked back on the past few years with the video, and she was depressed. She didn't know whether Xiaobao would like to be her son after knowing the truth?

Bailihan was jealous. For a moment, he didn't notice the abnormal mood of summer and winter. He suddenly reached for the remote control, turned off the TV, grabbed her, raised her chin, and kissed her lips.

His kiss was fierce and urgent, full of aggression, and he wanted to devour her. He was rarely so rude to her. Her breathing was a little blocked. He held his bathrobe tightly in his hands, "husband..."

She whispered uneasily and gasped.

"I'm jealous..." his voice was low and hoarse. His lips lingered in her ears and bit her sensitive earlobe with a little force. She couldn't help crying.

He stroked her back with both hands and whispered, "in the past five years, your relationship with Beitang has been so good that I'm jealous..."

He plainly complained of his dissatisfaction. He quickly took off her bathrobe and suddenly pressed her down.

His eyes were dark and terrible. She shrunk her shoulders. She didn't expect that he would suddenly lift Beitang deep and bite his lips wrongly. His eyes were hazy with water mist, and his voice was mixed with a trace of tenderness. "I just thought he was a brother. You said you could understand."

"I can't understand now." Bai Lihan strongly kissed her lips and ignited his hands around her. If he was 100% jealous of beitangshen before seeing these photos and videos, now his jealousy of him has reached 200%.

He hated that he had lost his memory for five years and allowed her to leave him for five years, so that beitangshen played an important role in her and her children's life.

He hated that he had been missing five years in their lives. When she needed to rely on and help most, he couldn't appear by her side.

Xia Dong held the man as irritable as puberty. She tried to use her tenderness to dissolve his sudden anger.

She put her arms around his neck, raised her head, kissed his chin with her soft lips, and then swam on his face. The corners of her lips, the bridge of her nose and her full forehead finally slid to the tip of his cold ears, stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it gently.

His body suddenly trembled. His black and white eyes stared brightly at her eyes. She smiled at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and said softly, "husband, no matter what happened in the past, it's you who accompany me now, and it's just you in the future."