moonlight lure

Ji Yanchen knelt down, opened his arms with a smile, hugged the two children on the left and right, gently stroked their backs with his big hands, stood up and opened the car door: "Let's go pick up mom."

After settling the two children in the back seat, he returned to the front seat and started the engine. At the red light, he looked back at his daughter and couldn't help but smile when he saw her bright and smiling little face looking at him.

Then he glanced at his son who was scratching Mo Mo's head, and said helplessly: "Song Chuchen, you've been wearing a hat all day, aren't you hot?"

Song Chuchen shook his head decisively: "I'm not hot."

Ji Yanchen asked: "You keep scratching when it's not hot?"

"Because it's itchy."

He curiously asked, "Dad, my scalp keeps itching, is it because my hair is growing?"

Ji Yanchen held the steering wheel, dumbfounded.

His son doesn't know who is like them. He's very skinny and loves beauty. Last weekend, he found a hairstyle picture on the Internet and secretly gave it to them downstairs in the community while his mother was putting his sister to sleep. Tony, who I knew from the haircut, called him crying for help when he wanted to pay for the haircut. He was so frightened that he called his mother and hurried back from the work. When he went to the barber shop downstairs, he saw his dog chewing his bangs and became angry and angry. It was funny. Tony on the side was almost crying after being tortured by him. He took out the photo of his hairstyle and gingerly proved his innocence.

In the end, the naughty kid was forced to have a buzz cut by his mother, and was given another beating when he returned home, finally becoming honest.

From the beginning of this week, he insisted on wearing a hat to the kindergarten. After seeing off the brother and sister in the morning, Ji Yanchen and Song Shiwei pushed each other around in the car for a long time about who the child was. They argued for a long time without coming to a conclusion.

During the whisper session before going to bed that night, they learned from their sister that in two days it would be the birthday party of the girl he had a crush on, and he wanted to get a fashionable new haircut so that he could crush his love rival under his feet.

The two of them were speechless and choked for a while. After settling Ji Li, they turned off the lights and exited from their daughter's room. Song Shiwei calmly clarified the relationship: "Your son is up to you. I have never had a crush on anyone else."

Ji Yanchen laughed, hugged her waist from behind, kissed her on the back of her neck, and whispered: "Then he is not as good as me. I have only had a crush on my wife in my life, and he has been doing this since kindergarten. , will you still get it in the future?"

Song Shiwei laughed and turned around to scold him. The moment she turned back, her face suddenly changed and she said sternly: "Song Chuchen!"

From the children's room on the side, the sound of bare feet escaping back to the bed quickly came from behind the door. The two looked at each other, feeling a little headache, and overheard the conversation.

Ji Yanchen led her to the master bedroom and said sternly, "You don't just follow me, because my parents don't talk at home."

Song Shiwei smiled and said: "What a good idea. From now on, we will not talk at home to prevent the next generation from eavesdropping."

He closed the door, nodded, and specially emphasized the last word: "Okay, talk less and do more."

Song Shiwei pursed her lips and patted his arm, and he hugged her up again, nibbling on her neck and saying in a low voice, "Go take a shower?"

She leaned into his arms and hummed: "You go first."

"Together."

"No."

Realizing that her refusal was too tactful, Song Shiwei turned around and kissed him on the cheek, making a perfunctory promise, "Next time, be good."

Ji Yanchen bit her neck resentfully, and after a long time he reluctantly let go of her and went to the bathroom alone.

Even though they have been together for ten years, some things between them are still the same as they were ten years ago. For example, she is still prone to getting hot-tempered, and she only occasionally cooperates with him when it comes to good things such as mandarin duck baths, erotic nannies, and hidden postures, either because she is in a good mood or because she wants something from him.

Every time she hooked her legs on the bed, he was like a donkey chasing a carrot. Ji Yanchen turned on the shower, shook his head and laughed. Who would have thought that they were already parents of two four-year-old children.

They spent five years together after their marriage. Their personalities became more and more compatible, and their hobbies and habits became more and more similar.

They go to a new restaurant every week, watch a movie or play once a week, go back to Huping once a year, go on a trip, and try rock climbing, hot air ballooning, diving, bungee jumping, and many other experiences they have never had before.

This kind of living situation was very comfortable to maintain, so they never made any deliberate decision about their children's problems, until they were accidentally caught during a safe period. Two lines suddenly appeared without warning and broke this comfortable situation.

At first, Song Shiwei didn't notice anything strange about her body, and she thought it was due to spring sleepiness as she became increasingly sleepy. Two weeks later, there was no sign of her period coming. She bought the test strips and went home anxiously. Her eyes were filled with panic the moment she confirmed the results. They were all wet, and some words were irrelevant: "I...how could...I took cold medicine last week...will it have any effect..."

Ji Yanchen hugged her silently, but he just didn't speak. The emotions in his chest were no less ups and downs than hers.

His mind was rapidly thinking about what to do next. After waiting for her to calm down for a while, he squatted down in front of her, held her hand and said calmly: "Let's go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow and explain the situation to the doctor. What does the other party suggest, whether to stay or not."

She nodded.

He continued: "If the doctor says you can stay,

Then we decide whether we want it or not. "

Song Shiwei didn't say anything. She looked at the person in front of her with a complicated face, feeling very confused.

If the child didn't come, of course she chose not to, but if it had really come, how could she have the heart to kill it?

As if he knew her psychology, Ji Yanchen didn't persuade her.

After they ate, washed up, and turned off the lights and lay on the bed, Song Shiwei still couldn't calm down. She felt that no matter how she lay down, it was wrong because she still had a little life in her body. This feeling was so unfamiliar that she felt as if her abdominal cavity was separated from herself. Feeling strange, she couldn't help but put her palms on her lower abdomen. She knew that the little guy inside was still very small and would not respond in any way, but when she thought of giving it up, she suddenly felt a strong sense of sadness and pain in her heart.

The person behind her hugged her, wrapped her hand in his big palm, and asked in a low voice: "Can't you sleep?"

Song Shiwei didn't reply, wondering in her heart how she could possibly sleep.

He asked again: "Nervous?"

Song Shiwei turned around, closed her eyes and buried herself in his arms: "I'm scared."

"I was afraid of...killing it."

Ji Yanchen rubbed her hair silently for a long time and whispered: "Our current world between the two of us is very good, but if there is another child, I think we are already ready."

Song Shiwei remained silent.

She knew in her heart that, as he said, their personalities and relationship patterns had become very harmonious and stable, and they could fully bear the arrival of a child, but she still couldn't make a decision happily.

Maybe she would never be able to make a decision on this issue. If this child hadn't come on his own initiative, she would always be standing in the middle between whether she wanted this scale or not.

Because she didn't like or long for children that much, nor did she have a strong desire to be a mother. She couldn't bear this little life, but she still couldn't welcome a new life with joy and expectation.