Pick up a monster and carry it home

Chapter 495 [Extra] Mother, I want a younger sister 1
One day I was sitting under the big pagoda tree in the front yard to enjoy the cool air, with the fragrance of a pagoda tree on my head, which was very comfortable.

It is said that under this pagoda tree is the place where my father-in-law vented his anger for me in a majestic way.

(*^__^*) Hee hee, she was still a little girl back then.

My doll suddenly ran over and stood in front of me suddenly.

Shake me awake and say you have something to ask me.

To be honest, every time I see my doll, I feel very depressed.

This kid's temper, he doesn't want me and he doesn't look like his father.

You said he was born in summer, what a season of fire!

It stands to reason that he should be a vigorous and sunny child!

But I found out the next day after I was born.This kid, that is a boring gourd,
Not only is he bored, but he is also cold, sometimes his little eyes stare, and my mother is shivering from the cold,
The little girl who served him in the house was often scared to cry.

This is not the worst, the most frustrating thing for me is: if he doesn't speak for a long time, he can choke you to death...

I'm worried, very worried...

What will happen to this baby in the future? Which girl would dare to marry such a...uh... I can't say that my son is a living dead.

I'm not such a mother.

I have tried to guide my son on a straight road, but I have tried and failed repeatedly. For this reason, I no longer believe in his mother's saying: failure is success.

Suddenly his arm was shaken vigorously, accompanied by Nuo Nuo Bingbing's cry: "Mother, mother..."

I quickly jumped out of the mode of exploring thinking.

Take my son's little hand.I just want to tell me that my son is not happy now.

"Hey...what's the matter with being called a mother?"

My son asked me seriously: "Mom, how old are you?"

"Uh...well, let me do the math."

I counted from the year I got married with my fingers, "I was 23 when I got married, [-] when I gave birth to my son, my son is five years old this year, and my mother is [-] this year. What's wrong with that?"

"Mom, you like little dolls..."

Uh... I can't answer this randomly, little doll, I really like it.

But my son is really different from other little dolls, which makes me, a mother, nowhere to release my motherly love.

(End of this chapter)