The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 611 The feeling of dreaming

Waking up in the morning feels so warm, and there is a sweet smell, like the smell of milk, very comfortable, very relaxing, not painful at all, not like the pain after a hangover.

There is something soft and waxy around him, exuding heat.

Breathe thinly, right beside her, she even heard the sound of snoring.

Wei Zi opened his eyes, and the warm sunlight came in through the window screen, but it was extraordinarily soft. The crabapple flowers outside the window were as fresh as they could be, and they were playing with the branches in the wind.

The peach blossoms are pink and white, with green leaves sandwiched between them. It is really beautiful to look at.

The sweet and tender little hands slowly touched her face, and then she fell asleep even more comfortably.

Wei Zi was startled, why is there someone on her bed, and this place doesn't seem to be her home.She slowly turned her head to look, the person sleeping behind her was familiar, it was Xi, it was really Xi, she was not mistaken, and it was not a dream, Xi's breath was on her cheek, so real , How could she remember this look wrong.

He slept soundly and sweetly, touching her face with his hands, as if he was feeling whether she was there or not.

The stomach was kicked by a little foot, and the little foot was still trying to climb up to her again, rubbing against the quilt, kicking, and finally won, the white and tender little feet stretched out of the quilt.

The lovely, beautiful and delicate facial features are ruddy, just as beautiful as the first blooming crabapple.

It was Xiaomeng, her daughter Gu Xiaomeng.

It couldn't really be a dream, she pinched herself fiercely, it hurts, it's really not a dream, sleeping next to her are Gu Xiaomeng and Gu Xi, her son and daughter who she cares about the most.

She remembered that she came here yesterday, then left, went to drink, drank a lot, anyway, she really didn't remember much about what happened afterwards.

How could it be here? Could it be that time and space suddenly became disordered?

Xiaomeng opened her eyes, looked at it contentedly, and then giggled.

Wei felt the hot and humid liquid, which began to wet her clothes.

Stretching out his hand to touch the little girl's buttocks, it was really wet.

"Hehe." She smiled, stretching herself with a flattering smile.

This way, you won't be scolded for wetting the bed. Although she is young, she still knows it. She is almost two years old.

"Mommy." She called sweetly.

Wei Zi felt soft in her heart when she heard this.

"Mummy." Xi got up: "Hurry up and take Xiaomeng away, she will wet the bed when she wakes up."

"No." Xiao Meng blinked and looked at her brother.

"I've already peed." Wei Zi smiled softly: "Baby Xi, Mommy really feels like she's dreaming. Why is Mommy here? Who can tell Mommy?"

"Hey, Mommy, you forgot. Dad brought you back last night. Dad said in the morning to let Mommy sleep more. Xi wanted to sleep with Mommy, and Xiaomeng followed. It's so annoying. Urinated on other people's clothes, Mommy, look, it's all wet."

It turned out to be like this, she really didn't remember the impression of last night, she only remembered that she drank a lot of wine in a daze.

Why did he bring her back? Could it be that she called him again after she was drunk, many times, and he was annoyed, so he answered it.

He must be very helpless to bring her home.

I was really ashamed to go to my grandma's house.

But now that it's here, let's settle down and take a good look at my child. In the past, I was prepared to come and want to see the child, but then I didn't have the courage. Isn't now the best time for an accident?

Reaching out to hug the little girl: "Xiaomeng, Mommy's Xiaomeng, do you still recognize Mommy?"

She just smiled, and reached out to touch Wei Zi's face, not at all recognizable.

"Xi, where are my sister's pants? Can you go get them for Mommy? My sister wet her pants, so I have to change them."

"Okay, Mommy, I'll go right away." Xi was very obedient, and ran out to get it right away.

The music in the hall came in leisurely.

It's a violin piece, light and sweet.

Xi took out his pants and said, "Mommy, Dad is cooking, it's delicious."

Startled, she lowered her head to help Xiaomeng change her pants.

But my heart is complicated. Is he at home?When she was drunk, she didn't care about anything, whether it was embarrassing or embarrassing, but when she was sober, she didn't know how to face him. When facing him, what would she say?

She didn't dare to go out, packed everything and followed Xi to his room quietly, looked at the paintings drawn by Xi, looked at everything about Xi, and there were many photos on the wall, all of which were photos of Xi's personal life.

Xi ran in and out, showing her his learning things for a while, and showing her toys for a while, and he was very busy.

"Mommy." Xi opened the door again: "Mommy, don't you want to eat? Dad said it's time to eat." He came and called twice.

"Oh, I'm not hungry."

"Dad said that Mommy will finish eating the leftovers and wash everything up. Dad will take Xi and my sister to the garden to feed the rabbits."

"Oh, okay, Mommy knows."

She was relieved that he was going to take the child to the garden.

That is to say, after she packs up, she can leave quietly through the back door. She really doesn't have the courage to face him.

Calling someone with a thick face after drinking too much already feels very shameless.

But now I am really hungry and growling, I really want to eat something.

After listening to the silence, she came out.

Outside the kitchen is the dining room. There is a messy table, and there is still a lot of food left, such as fried noodles, clear soup, and some small snacks, porridge.

Looking at it, she thought it was delicious, and she felt even more hungry, or else, just eat some, anyway, that's what people said.

She took a sip, and it was salty bone porridge, quite tasty.

She remembered this as her favorite food.

He took the child outside to feed the rabbit, and the sound came in from time to time. She sat down quietly, pretending that she was still the hostess here, pretending that time had not taken away many happy things, and began to enjoy her breakfast.

It was delicious, she was full, and his craftsmanship was always so good no matter what time of day it was.

After eating a lot, he got up and put the things on this table into the kitchen.

Gu Huaimo can cook, but he definitely doesn't like washing dishes, and there are pots and pans he used in it, which are in a mess, and nothing has been washed.

Turning on the faucet, she soaked the things, put on gloves and washed them one by one, washing very slowly, after all, she didn't want such time to pass by all at once.

When she heard footsteps, her heart beat faster.

(End of this chapter)