My Invincible Twin Babies

Huo Tianhao can't say it's Lin Zimo's blood, can he?

If song Weiyu takes care of him... That won't work! We must not let this happen.

"It's all right. The blood is not mine." Huo Tianhao said faintly. If you listen carefully, you must hear that there is some timidity in his words.

Song Weiyu stopped asking when he saw Huo Tianhao's eternal iceberg face.

A man like Huo Tianhao can only look at himself!

There are some things that he will say if he wants to say. If he doesn't want to say, no one can dig out half a word from his mouth.

"Just went out to this meeting, didn't you eat?" Song Weiyu asked with some complaining concern.

"I'm starving!"

I don't know how good it is to be concerned by song Weiyu.

She hasn't cared about Zihao's change for several days.

"Well, I'll ask sister Zhao to cook the food."

Song Weiyu got up to go, and Huo Tianhao grabbed his arm: "how's the meal? I don't want to eat what she cooked. I want to try your craft."

He didn't eat it just now. He must not miss this opportunity this time.

Song Weiyu looked at him inexplicably: "I'm used to being served by the chef. Do you want to try my farm food?"

"What does farm food have to do with you? I want to try my future wife's craft. Why? No?"

Song Weiyu helplessly bent his eyebrows and eyes, and handed the stars to Huo Tianhao. He turned back to the villa.

Zhao Yiwang is cleaning. Seeing song Weiyu entering the house, he subconsciously hides the paper in his hand behind him.

Song Weiyu saw her strange reaction and looked behind her: "what's the matter?"

Seeing song Weiyu, Zhao Yiwang sighed slowly and said, "Miss Song... I found something..."

"Huh? What?"

Zhao Yiwang handed song Weiyu the hair wrapped in the paper in his hand. A man painted with a red pen was in the center of the paper. The hair had been cut and lay on the scraps of paper, but the hair tips were of different lengths.

Hair wrapped in paper?

What happened?

Song Weiyu didn't understand what this meant. A very clumsy idea came out of his mind.

Is this a kind of witchcraft?

Or is it a way to make people's fate bad?

She vaguely remembers that there seems to have been such a method on the Internet, which is called curse by netizens.

Song Weiyu felt something was wrong. Before he could go to the kitchen, he went to the door and called Xingxing and Zihao into the house.

Her tone was not good, with a dense anger.

Huo Tianhao and Yang were stunned for a moment, and then went in together.

The stars haven't played enough yet. They smiled and looked at Song Weiyu: "Mommy, our snowman hasn't been done yet."

Song Weiyu's expression was serious without a smile. After taking a look at Zihao around him, he grabbed the star and asked the star to reach out.

The star didn't know what had happened. He was so cute that he stretched out his fleshy little hand.

Song Weiyu hit her little hand hard. Before he could hit it again, the star was suddenly picked up by Huo Tianhao.

"Song Weiyu, what are you doing!" Huo Tianhao quickly separated the star from the position she could reach and asked loudly!

The children are playing well. What's the madness of this woman!

Song Weiyu's eyes were red. He couldn't bear to give up. He handed Huo Tianhao what Zhao Yiwang showed her: "look, what are these!"

"Hair, what's the matter!" Huo Tianhao was also a little angry when he was beaten by her. His tone was a little bigger.

"Hair!" Song Weiyu stared at the stars and asked sternly, "stars, you answer mom! Why did you cut this hair like this and wrap it with paper balls! Who gave it to you! You are so small, why are you so cruel!"

The stars didn't know what their mother was talking about. When they saw their mother's terrible appearance, they were scared and cried.

Huo Tianhao heard the star cry and coaxed him in his arms patiently, in sharp contrast to his usual cold appearance.

Vicious!

He really hasn't seen any parents describe their children like this.

It was good. Everything has been solved. How did it become like this all of a sudden.

"Song Weiyu! You've had enough!" Huo Tianhao took two steps back with the star in his arms, deep his eyes and eased his mood.

He wants to know what song Weiyu wants to do!

Huo Tianhao took a deep sigh of relief and asked, "what does this hair mean?"

"Good hair is cut like this, and a little man is painted on it. Do you know this is the most vicious curse spread on the Internet!" Song Weiyu grabs his hair in collapse.

The cry of the stars grew louder and louder, and then there was an obvious elongated breath in her voice.

No, the stars are going to get sick.

Yangyang also has asthma. He doesn't know what it was like before the onset of asthma. He shook Huo Tianhao's hand and motioned him to put down the stars.

"Dad... Press sister Xingxing quickly."

Huo Tianhao didn't dare to neglect after listening. He massaged the stars with the professional techniques taught by the doctor.

After a minute, the star's breath gradually recovered.

Her little eyes were crying very red and looked very distressing.

He put down the stars and asked Yang Yang to take her to the guest room first.

"Go, I have something to say to your aunt song here."

"OK."

Holding the star's hand, Yang Yang walked towards the guest room.

The two villains held each other for only two steps. The star choked and pushed him away. Looking at Song Weiyu, they looked at her with cold eyes: "I hate you, Mommy, I hate you!"

Her voice was soft and waxy, but her words pierced her heart with an arrow.

After the star finished, he ran to the guest room and locked himself in the room.

Song Weiyu was frightened by her eyes for a long time. He didn't slow down. He didn't know what had happened to him during this period of time!

Since the lost Zihao came back, her treatment of the stars seems to have changed.

It is not so much that she has changed to the stars as that she is afraid of doing something to hurt Zihao.

Her broken heart could no longer bear to lose one of them.

Song Weiyu sat helplessly on the floor. Seeing this, Zhao Yiwang came forward with Huo Tianhao to pull her up.

Zhao Yiwang saw that Huo Tianhao had gone, so he stopped his pace.

Yu Guangli, the only little boy left in the living room, walked to the high-end coffee table without panic, took out a paper towel from the paper and handed it to song Weiyu.

He should be a child like the stars and Yang Yang, but the rolling mood in his black eyes is dark and unpredictable.

"Mommy, stop crying. Sister Yang Yang may have done it unintentionally."