The Male Wife

Pei Cheng was desperately expecting his so-called husband to appear in the last second before his death, but he only waited for his little boy.

The little boy he gave birth to had never called him dad, nor had he ever looked at him.

But at the moment when Pei Cheng's life was threatened, Xiao Zizi rushed out and stood in front of Pei Cheng.

Pei Cheng swears that he has never regretted that much.

He once regretted being born in the Pei family, regretting marrying the Jiang family, and regretting giving birth to a little boy, but these regrets are not so strong at this moment. His little boy, from toddler to babble, from thin to skinny to becoming a gloomy little boy, didn't see his changes with his own eyes.

He missed too much.

In January of the year of Hao Wu, Pei Cheng, the wife of Jiang's second grandfather, and Jiang Yanzhi, the eldest son of Jiang's second grandfather, both died of natural disasters and their bodies were nowhere to be found. In October of the third year, Pei Cheng, who had been seriously ill for several months, finally got better.

In the cold wind, Pei Cheng leaning against the door looked at the little boy who was embraced in his arms by a girl not far away.

The little man standing on the side turned his eyes and flattered, said: "Young Master still has to hug at this age. Isn't it too much to lose Jiang's face?"

Pei Cheng glanced at Xiao Xiao lightly, "Multi-mouthed."

Xiao Gu's half-bowed body stiffened.

This Pei Cheng, after a serious illness, how his temperament has changed so much.

The maid saw Pei Cheng from a distance. She pouted her lips and walked to Pei Cheng with her skinny little boy. She bowed her body hard and said, "Good young master."

The little boy used to look at Pei Cheng without blinking, but when Pei Cheng looked at him, the boy quickly turned to the beginning, with a cold attitude, completely different from the little boy who had just expected to be approached by his father.

Pei Cheng didn't care at all. He leaned up and looked at the little boy up and down, frowning, "He is ..."

How is the little boy in front of him different from the white baby in his memory, or the cold boy ... completely different? In front of him, the little boy with thin skin and thin skin that was about to see his bones was born in October after he was pregnant.

The little boy was originally just a cold expression, and after hearing Pei Cheng's words, he instantly turned black.

The maid was in a hurry and quickly explained: "This is Master Yan Zhi, Master Pei, should you forget?"

The expression of the maid was a bit hard to say, but more of it was gloating. This Pei Cheng was seriously ill. He didn't even know what his child looked like, wouldn't it be silly?

What a dumb father and son.

The little boy's body stiffened, his eyes slightly aggrieved and resentful.

Pei Cheng didn't notice the strange thing, and he commanded himself: "Put him down and prepare ..."

The maid took the lead and said: "Master, I know that Master has just eaten, and now it's time to rest. I will take him back first."

Pei Cheng frowned, but waved his hand and let the maid take the little boy away.

The maid left quickly, and after a few steps, the maid glanced at the little boy in her arms, a trace of impatience flashed in her eyes. What kind of waves does the unfavorable husband and wife take the eldest son who is not valued?

The little boy moved uncomfortably, but the girl choked her arm with her fingernails, and her face suddenly turned pale with pain.

The maid said badly: "Master, your slave is very tired holding you, can you be quiet."

The little boy endured the pain, dared not resist, nor dare to ask for help. Because he tried it, it was useless at all.

Pei Cheng wrapped the cape on his shoulder tightly, watching the little boy's back and forth, inexplicably feeling uncomfortable.

After hesitating again and again, Pei Cheng sighed deeply, lifted his feet in destiny, and walked in the direction that the maid had just left.

But, he really owed him the rest of his life.

Xiao Zuo rubbed his hands in the cold wind, reluctantly keeping up with Pei Cheng's pace.

Pei Cheng's good mood didn't last long, because he hadn't walked into the partial courtyard and heard the conversation from inside the house.

The young girl was disdainful: "Pei Cheng couldn't even recognize his own baby. It seems that the next time I bring another child to him, he probably can't recognize that he was dropped."

The breastsucker said, "I want to say that this man is still inferior to a woman in giving birth to a child. You see Pei Cheng, gave birth to a baby boy for the Jiang family or can't even enter the main house."

The young maid sneered and inquired enthusiastically, "Sister Feng, you said you have been rushed to the partial courtyard for so many years. Does Master Pei remember his appearance?"

Nu Niang had just planned to respond, but heard a noise from behind.

Pei Cheng stood at the door, behind him was the cold wind that roared past, and the atmosphere was stiff for a moment.

The nanny was so frightened that she was sweating coldly, "Pei Shao, we ..."

The maid put aside embroidered hands awkwardly, "Pei Shao, we weren't talking about you, you listened to us explain ..."

Pei Chengju glanced at the two men condescendingly, and there was a grievance in his heart.

These people dare to say these nonsense words in the ear of the little guy, what the hell!

Speaking of small buns, Pei Cheng woke up like a dream and his eyes began to look for someone.

Soon, Pei Cheng saw the little boy crouching in the corner and curled into a ball, and his heart tingled.

He made up his mind to hold the little boy raised in his palm, squat on the ground without shoes in this cold day, and wear no warm clothes ... These two **** women dare to treat his son !