The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 116 This is Dad
Fanyin didn't make a sound, and turned sideways, looking a little clumsy.I hurried over, but I didn't dare to snatch the child, I only dared to help him straighten the child.Niannian was a little bit scared, but she was very strong, she twisted her little neck and looked at me.I kissed her forehead, touched her little head, and said to her: "Baby, this is Daddy, let Daddy hug you."

Of course she didn't quite understand, but when I touched her head, she felt relieved, but she still kept her mouth flat and a little unhappy.

I said to Fanyin: "Don't be so nervous." His whole body's muscles were tense, which would definitely make the child uncomfortable: "Be gentle."

Fan's father also relaxed a lot, leaned over and said with a smile: "Yinyin has never held a child before, don't be so stiff, be gentler, be more tender."

Fanyin frowned, and Fan's father said, "Don't frown, don't frown, just smile."

Fanyin had no choice but to loosen his brows, apparently tried several times to relax himself a little, but to no avail.Nian Nian could feel his stiffness, and she endured it to the limit, her mouth curled up and she began to cry.

I quickly took her into my arms and coaxed and coaxed her.Fan Yin still stiffened her arms, looking at Fan's father.

Fan's father immediately said: "She is not yet familiar with the smell on your body, you need to get in touch with her more and take care of her."

Fanyin didn't speak.

Niannian stopped crying after staying in my arms for 5 minutes.Fan Yin continued to shake the rattle under Fan's father's urging, and finally made her laugh again.But she looked at him with a trace of wariness, Fanyin was obviously a little hurt, Fan's father also noticed this, and said: "Look how smart the little guy is, she is afraid that you will snatch her, so she dare not reach out to you, Other people's children will definitely not be so young."

Fanyin smiled and asked, "Where's Bi Huaixin?"

"Of course she's smarter than Huai Xin!" Father Fan said proudly, "Why isn't my granddaughter smart?"

I asked, "Huaixin was very smart when he was a child?"

"That kid can chat with people at the age of one, and at the age of three, he has multiplied and divided in his head to hundreds of digits." Father Fan curled his lips and said sourly: "But our family Nian Nian must be smarter than him. We Nian Nian must be three years old." Already know how to calculate the root of the square.”

"Three years old is too exaggerated!" I said, "And I believe it should be a rumor, right?"

Fanyin glanced at me: "If you can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it either."

"But that's three! Did you know it when you were three?"

"Yinyin liked to dance when she was three years old." Fan's father said with a smile: "He twists and turns all day long, and dances to the rhythm very happily."

Fanyin's face darkened, and I couldn't help laughing.

Fan's father hypocritically comforted him: "Don't be sad, you were delayed by your mother. She said she wanted you to play, but she didn't let you learn anything. She played cats and dogs at home all day, and raised my genius son. Silly."

Fanyin was still not comforted, and her face was still dark.

Needless to say, he looks much more normal now.

We chatted for a while, and Fanyin asked, "When will the stars come back?"

"I only came back on Saturday, and your mother said that our family has too many children and it's unfair to her. She wants to take her back to raise her." Father Fan said, "Xing Xing is not happy, and wants to play with my little sister."

Fanyin didn't speak.

We went back at noon, and after breastfeeding, Nian Nian was sleepy, and Fan Yin followed in silently.

I coaxed her to sleep, and heard Fanyin's low voice: "Sleepy?"

"A little bit." I cheered up and asked, "What's the matter?"

"When will you lose weight?" Which pot he didn't open and which pot to lift.

"Did your mother let you back?" I asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"They said I'm ready." Fanyin looked at Niannian and said softly.

"Then what do you think?"

He didn't answer, just asked: "Do you want him to disappear?"

I said nothing.

He repeated: "Do you want him to disappear?"

I……

His tone was even deeper: "Do you want him to disappear?"

"I don't know," I said, "I don't know if he did what caused my miscarriage."

"Just answer yourself." He said, "If I tell you that he has disappeared, do you want a divorce? Or don't you?"

"After all, there are..."

"Don't think about the child." He interrupted me, his tone became urgent: "It's as if there is no her."

"The child is lying here, how can it be regarded as not?"

He looked at me without speaking.

Assuming no kids, of course I don't want to stay, but that's not the answer he wants and I don't want to piss him off.Frankly speaking, I don't want to divorce now because I don't want to leave Niannian.

After falling silent, I also fell asleep.

When I woke up in the afternoon, Niannian and Fanyin were gone.I was startled, and went to look for Fan's father, and learned that he and Fanyin led Niannian to bask in the sun.

The teacher who helped me make up lessons was sick and asked for leave today, so I am self-studying at home.There are still two months before the resumption of exams, and I don’t know if I can keep up with the progress, but I have no intention of studying, and my mind is full of thoughts all day long. If she leaves me for a little bit, I feel that she will be uncomfortable, although they all Professional than me.

I was reading a book when suddenly someone knocked on the door.I answered the door, but it was Fanyin.

He sat next to me, looked at my toilet paper, and said, "Miscalculation."

I looked at him and asked, "Can you teach me?"

Fan's father still doesn't want to teach me, and he is already very busy looking after the children.Besides, looking at the child makes me uneasy, Fanyin might as well stay with me, in case he wants to bully others, just bully me.

Fanyin didn't say a word, and rewrote the answer on the paper, saying, "The answer is this."

"What about the process?"

He glanced at me: "Think for yourself."

"Can you figure it out and ask you?"

He immediately widened his eyes: "Can I help you eat?"

I muttered: "I can't help at all..." Seeing him staring at me unhappily from the corner of the eye, I continued to mutter: "I don't know how to watch children, and I don't know how to teach me arithmetic."

Without saying a word, he grabbed the straw and began to write.

I leaned over to look at it and said, "There is still a formula prototype."

He didn't say a word, didn't write the prototype of the formula, and just wrote it on his own.I also want to remind him that he turned his face sideways.

I could see that he wanted me to kiss him.But I didn't move.

He waited for a while without speaking, wrote the prototype, and then handed me the straw paper.

I copied the answer and saw his thoughtful eyes out of the corner of my eye.I pretended not to see it, and continued to calculate the next question, when I heard him ask, "Do you want me to teach you?"

I endured it and endured it, but I still couldn't help it: "When will you start working?"

"It's still early," he said. "My dad wants me to stay home and babysit."

"Then you..." I was very nervous: "When will you divorce me?"

He fiddled with the pen on the table, but did not speak.

I turned my head to look at him and said, "If you don't want to leave, tell me too, lest I be worried all day long."

He still doesn't speak.

I was even more flustered: "Why don't you speak?"

He was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Next year."

"When is next year?"

"Next year today," he said.

I asked, "Who does Niannian belong to?"

"You." He leaned back in the chair.

Before I could speak, he asked again, "Satisfied?"

"Not satisfied."

"What else is there to ask for?" He said proudly, "Just ask."

"I still need money." I said, "2000 yuan is too little!"

"You raised a golden baby?" Fanyin asked disdainfully.

"Of course your daughter is a golden baby."

He smiled and tilted his head: "Come here."

I didn't move.

"Come here," he said, "I want to hug you."

I still don't move.

He leaned over by himself, put his arms around my arm, leaned his head next to mine, and said in a very affectionate tone, "Why don't you want a divorce?"

"I just had a baby."

"Apart from this?"

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, "Say I love you and don't want to leave?" How is this possible?Apart from donating my liver, he hasn't done me a single favor.

He didn't speak, let go of his hand, and said, "You can get a divorce anytime you want, let's talk about it next year."

"Your statement is completely inconsistent."

"Oh." He said, "I think I can divorce anytime, but I think we can talk about it next year."

"understood."

He stared at me for a while and asked, "Any questions?"

"You and Miss Pu..." I asked, "How far have you developed?"

"I'm considering donating a kidney to her." He folded his legs and stretched his waist.

Obviously he was mocking me, I said nothing.

He looked at me for a while, and then asked, "Any questions?"

"Solve the fifth question." I said, "I won't."

"Stupid." He finally found the way to say that, showing a face full of pride, picked up the pen and wrote while asking: "Will you become stupid after pregnancy?"

"meeting."

He threw the papyrus over.

I copied it, and he asked next to him, "Need I tell you something?"

"No, you wrote it quite clearly."

"Tell me." He was still rambling: "You are too stupid."

"I said no!" I yelled.

He suddenly covered his chest and bent down.

I quickly leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

He bit his lip, looking dazed.

The position he covered looked like a liver, could it be a sequelae?I hurried over to get the phone, but he grabbed my wrist: "Don't disturb my dad." He said weakly, "I'm fine."

I hurriedly asked: "Then what's wrong with you? Liver pain?"

"Um……"

"Why does it hurt?" I asked, "Is it okay if you haven't recovered?"

"Yeah." He said in a trembling voice, "It hurts so much, I can't be angry."

"Then why are you angry?" It was obviously me who was angry just now!
He glanced at me and asked back: "Who made you so stupid."

I let go of my hand: "It's okay, I'll go out."

He grabbed my hand again and frowned, as if the pain was worse.

I couldn't judge whether he was in real pain or not, so I had to say: "I'll call Dad, don't be angry, it hurts your liver."

He didn't move, and the strength in his hands remained undiminished, but his expression was a little dazed.

I had to ask: "Do you have any medicine?"

He shook his head: "No need to take medicine."

"Then what can you do to stop the pain?" Now I think he is probably pretending: "Let you calm down?"

(End of this chapter)