Military marriage lingering: big president, little sweetheart

"Lin Anxin, don't come here. I don't want you. Come here quickly."

"Hello, Hello, sister sunny? It's strange. There's really no sound. " She said, resolutely hung up the phone, and then quickly put the phone into flight mode, relieved.

Emma, when sunny comes tomorrow, she's dead.

But no way, she can't leave Lu zhiang at home.

If there were another man, she would have kicked out, no matter how much he drank. But Lu zhiang... She always has a sense of debt, before owed him so much, she really can't help.

Lin Anxin put his cell phone back in his pocket and went back to the living room. He reached out and touched the forehead of the man curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed to see if he had a fever.

As a result, as soon as she put her hand on it, her wrist was caught. She was suddenly pulled and fell into the man's arms. She was held firmly.

"Lu zhiang?"

Lin Anxin was not so embarrassed. She called him and didn't respond. She was just about to reach out and push.

He felt that he put his head on his shoulder, and then a light gibberish floated into her ear, "Mom..."

She gave a push.

The person holding her seemed to fall into a nightmare. He hugged her tightly, buried his head in her neck, and said, "Mom, don't go..."

"Mom, don't leave me."

"Mom..."

"Mom, I'll protect you. You wait for me to grow up, wait for me. "

"I'll take down the bad guys and protect you."

"Mom, don't..."

This kind of babbling is heavy on his heart. Although Lin Anxin doesn't know what he dreamed of, he also knows that the dream must be terrible after listening to his painful babbling.

She reached out and patted him gently on the back, quietly comforting the man who was convulsed by pain, "OK, it's OK, it's all over. It doesn't matter. It's over. I won't go, I won't leave you... "

She is a bit of Lu zhiang as his brother to coax, originally Lu zhiang is also younger than her, she did not think she coaxed the child's tone is strange.

I don't know if it's her pacification or something. Lu zhiang's spasmodic body gradually relaxes, and his babbling voice gradually becomes smaller. I feel like I'm going to sleep.

Lin Anxin is half standing, half bending over and being held around the neck, which is a special test of waist strength. Only half an hour later, she felt that her old waist was about to break, and she didn't dare to stop. She could only pat and pacify the nightmare repeatedly, hissing and crying in a low voice.

More than ten minutes later, Lu zhiang gradually loosened her neck.

As soon as Lin Anxin was free, he stood up straight and hit his waist with his hand. "Emma, fortunately, let go. If I don't let go, my old waist will break into two sections. "

After she knocked a few times, her waist finally felt better. Lin Anxin looked at the drunk man on the sofa strangely and frowned, "what happened to Lu zhiang's mother? Where did he go in the past three months? Why did he become a director of the auspicious group? I always feel that there is something secret in it. "

After she finished whispering, she waved her hand and relaxed, "forget it, even if there is a secret, it's someone else's privacy. What do I gossip about. The question is, "what should we do now?"