The blue-chip man loves the righteous woman: attacking the heart and capturing the love

Chapter 303 Extra Story: Reborn Baby in the Coming Year 1
The son was born smoothly. After experiencing the initial joy, Mu Yuanchen gradually felt that a hellish life was coming.

"Honey, go make some milk, the baby is hungry."

I ordered him who had just come out of the bathroom, and without saying a word, he rushed downstairs with the bottle.

I went there for about ten minutes and didn't come back. The baby was so hungry that he was crying. I got angry and rushed to the stairs with the baby in my arms. I yelled, "Mu Yuanchen, have you gone to America to make milk?"

"I'm coming!"

He rushed to me with the mixed milk in a hurry, and hurriedly explained: "Because I don't know how to adjust the water ratio, I have been calling my friend's wife for advice."

I glared at him fiercely: "I have a wife but don't ask other people's wives? What do you mean? Huh? Huh?"

"If I ask you, you will definitely say—" He imitated my voice: "You can't even mix the milk well, what else do you think you can do? Pig head!"

"Have I ever scolded you for being a pig?" I asked angrily.

"Think carefully about whether you have scolded..."

He took the child in my arms and entered the bedroom first.

I thought about it carefully, and immediately chased after him: "Hey, didn't I just scold you once the night before yesterday? Do I need to remember it so clearly?"

"Really only once?"

I thought about it again, and my confidence was a little lacking: "It seems to be twice..."

"Are you sure it's twice?"

I got angry: "Then how many times did you say that?"

"These." He held up nine fingers.

I snorted angrily: "So what if I scold you as a pig? I am your wife, and I should scold you. Do you need to remember so clearly? Careful!"

He shook his head innocently: "It's not that I'm narrow-minded, it's your words that I always take to heart, even if you scold me, I dare not forget, what do you say you are not satisfied with..."

After finishing speaking, he sighed.

The child cried a lot, and I didn't bother to argue with him, so I snatched the bottle from his hand and put it between his eyebrows to test the temperature, but when I tried it, my eyelids twitched, and I suddenly became angry again, "Are you a stepdad? The milk is so hot, you want to burn the child's mouth, don't you?"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Is it very hot?" He quickly took a sip, and seemed to find that it was really hot, and said to me guiltily: "Sorry, sorry, I don't have enough experience in making milk for the first time, so I will go to adjust it again...!"

Before I scolded him, he ran away without a trace.

The second time I came back quite early, but I took the milk and almost vomited blood out of anger, "Are you the child's father? How much cold water was added to this milk? Do you want the child to have a stomachache?"

He rolled his eyes and muttered, "Is it the child's father? You should know best. Why did you ask me?"

Dare to talk back?

I kicked it over, and he snatched back the bottle in my hand in pain: "I'm going to readjust it now!!"

"If you fail to adjust this time, you will die! Pig head!"

Hearing this, he turned his head and stretched out two fingers overlapping: "Ten times."

I put up a pillow and threw it at him: "Pig head! It's been eleven times, remember it clearly!"

When he appeared in front of me with the bottle for the third time, the expression on his face seemed to be frozen. I tried the temperature of the milk and delivered it to my son with satisfaction. Seeing that I finally stopped being picky, he was stiff Only then did the expression relax, and he said with relief: "I knew it was so troublesome to make milk, so I might as well just eat human milk."

"Do you have milk for him?" I asked jokingly.

He shook his head: "I don't, don't you?"

"Who said I have? Do you think every woman will have milk when she gives birth?"

"When you fell asleep that night, I secretly took a sip, and I obviously inhaled it."

I kicked it again, and said angrily, "It's fine if the upper beam is not straight, but don't let the lower beam be crooked."

Xiaobao fell asleep soon after eating the milk. I put the baby down, and Mu Yuanchen came over and asked me, "Honey, when is the full moon?"

"What?"

"It's been a long time since I made out, don't you understand..."

He looked at me with fiery eyes, and I nodded: "I understand, of course I understand, so I ordered an inflatable doll for you from the Internet yesterday, and it will arrive the day after tomorrow."

"..." With a bang, he fell headfirst onto the bed.

In the middle of the night, our son's crying woke us up, and I hugged my husband next to me: "Go and see what's wrong?"

He got up in a daze, walked to the crib and followed my instructions. He first checked whether the child had peed, and then checked whether the child had defecated. gone."

"Don't you know how to clean shit? Why do you want me?"

"Isn't there a division of labor between us, I'm in charge of peeing, but you are in charge of shitting?"

"Who says I'm responsible for shit?"

I got up quickly, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the agreement signed with his name and said: "It is clearly written in black and white, the second chapter of the third chapter of the agreement, you are solely responsible for the children's food and drink Lazard husband? Have you forgotten?"

"I didn't forget, it's just that you cleaned it up these days, I thought..."

"I was demonstrating it to you. You really don't care about your business, do you?"

He nodded resentfully: "Okay, I understand, you go to sleep, I come and I come."

After taking the diapers and returning to the cradle, he frowned and tore off the dirty ones and replaced them with clean ones. The child's buttocks were full of poop, so he had to wipe them over and over again with a wet towel, and finally wiped them clean. Finally, with a puff, the child was pulled again, which made him so worried. He turned around and saw me watching as if watching a good show, and said in pain, "Can't you come and help?"

I smiled: "Of course not, then when I was born bent, who will help me?"

Every time he mentioned this, he lowered his head like a child who did something wrong. This is the only place in his life that he is ashamed of me. If I don't make good use of it, I will be too sorry for my five years of youth.

After finally tossing the good boy, he lay back on the bed tiredly, I pushed him, and he looked sideways and asked, "What's wrong?"

"My back is sore, rub it for me."

"No way..."

"Yes, would you not?"

I raised my eyebrows, and he hurriedly sat up, "Yes, why don't you want to, it is my bounden duty to serve my queen, get down quickly, ma'am..."

He rubbed my waist vigorously, with just the right amount of strength. I closed my eyes enjoying it very much, and lazily found a topic to talk about: "Honey, is there no other place for a person to go after death except heaven and hell?"

"kindness."

"Then what if we all go to hell when we die?"

He patted me on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will pray to God to let you go to heaven, I am alone in hell!"

I nodded in satisfaction: "You have a conscience!"

(End of this chapter)