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Chapter 281 Parents Love 27
I hurriedly climbed into my mother's arms, stumbled, and desperately fell into that warm, safe embrace!

At this time, I am afraid that only my mother's embrace can give me a sense of security under the shadow of my father's abnormality.

It is really hard for me to have such a father!
"What's wrong with you? The child is crying like this and you don't help coax me or call me over..." Mother said dissatisfiedly, picked me up, and gently coaxed me.

There was still a little bit of fear in my big watery eyes, and my mother's beautiful and gentle face was in my eyes, and the uneasiness in my heart began to subside little by little.

I slowly closed my eyes, and the wet tears in the corners of my eyes were gently wiped away by my mother.

Sure enough, mother is the best.

I had exhausted too much energy in the confrontation with my father just now, and the embrace of my mother gave me a sense of security, so I quickly fell asleep with peace of mind.

Hope to have a good dream!

It is a good dream to have a mother in the dream.

If there is a father in the dream...

That must be a nightmare!
I hope my father will not come to torture me in my dream.

As his son, I am really too difficult!

The father silently watched all this, saw his own son being treated differently, and silently stabbed his heart again.

Hearing his wife's accusation again, he was stabbed in the heart again.

"Just now, the child called me Dad just now, and I wanted to hug him when I was happy, but in the end, he cried in fright..." The father explained in a low voice.

My mother opened her eyes slightly, looked down at me who had closed her eyes, and smiled a little: "Really? Have you learned to call me Dad?"

Mother placed a soft kiss on my white and smooth forehead: "My son is awesome!"

Looking up at his father, he immediately changed his face: "The child doesn't want you to hug him, so don't force him. Look how miserable the child is crying!"

I did cry terribly, my little face was flushed from crying, and I was hoarse, just to stop my father's perverted behavior!
Recalling the piles and piles my father did to me, I couldn't help crying.

If you said hug me, why did you kiss me?Just kiss me, why are you pinching my face?Why do you still pierce my beard if you pinch my face?Why do you reach out and pinch my ass if you prick me with your beard?
This pervert!Mensao!

what?
You said that mother did not also do these things.

That's totally different!

I would be more than happy to let my mother hug me and kiss me!

My mother's body is still soft and fragrant. I like it very much. When she hugs me, her movements are gentle, delicate and appropriate, and won't make me feel uncomfortable. Those moist and bright red lips, hehe, maybe I still take it Mother's is cheap.

But if it's my father, such a rough guy, his hands are not light or heavy, and my whole body hurts when I hug him. If I didn't cry on the spot, I was giving him face. He kissed me because he took advantage of me, not me. ah!

This deal is really not worth it!

Mother has no beard and father has beard, which one do you think is more comfortable?
And at most, my mother pinches my cute little face, while my father is so perverted that he wants to pinch my ass. The two are not the same concept at all, okay?
In short, my mother did these things to me because she loved me too much, and my father did these things to me because he was crazy.

Well, I think this summary is very good, it is very factual, and there is no falsehood.

　I feel so much better!Thanks to my mother for the rock sugar Sydney stew~
　　Good night, little cuties~(3[▓▓]
　　
　
(End of this chapter)