Bug Master In Doomsday

"What's the matter, husband?" When Xiaoying looked at Wang Mang in a daze, her brows wrinkled slightly, and there was a trace of worry in her big watery eyes.

"It's okay!" Upon hearing this familiar name, Wang Mang, who recovered his senses, smiled happily and put the ring on Xiaoying's slender white ring finger.

A couple who loves each other, a luxurious wedding, two rich and enlightened families, maybe a perfect marriage is nothing more than that.

After one year of marriage, Wang Mang took Liu Ying on his honeymoon and traveled to the most beautiful and moving mountains and rivers in China. The picture on the phone screensaver was under the dragon locust tree. Wang Mang was holding Xiaoying's shoulders and smiling sweetly. It was printed out and placed in the two precious honeymoon albums.

Not surprisingly, Xiaoying was pregnant, and when Wang Mang heard the news, he couldn't take it back with a grin.

I don’t have to do any work anymore. Anyway, the two wealthy families can afford the expenses of the two young men. Wang Mang changes tricks at home every day to make Xiaoying happy. Of course, the little baby in his stomach also has to do it. Coax happy.

Pregnant in October, ‘wow~wow~wow! When the door of the operating room was pushed open, the nurse in white was holding a crying very loud baby, and said with a smile to the excited Wang Mang: "Congratulations on becoming a father, you are a little princess!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Wang Mang smiled bewilderedly and carefully took the child. When he saw the cute elf in the baby, Wang Mang's heart almost merged.

"Mom! You hold the baby, let's go see Xiaoying. Let Xiaoying also see the baby."

Wang Mang squatted on the edge of a hospital bed, his generous hands holding Xiaoying's slightly cool catkins, his eyes softly looked at Xiaoying who was pale, but he couldn't help holding his baby with a motherly smile on his face. The grip is tighter.

"Dad, hug!" The little girl with two croissant braids, delicate features and delicate white skin opened her hands, and looked up sweetly at Wang Mang, who was already a father.

"Okay, dad hug, come to dad to fragrant one."

"Hate, daddy beard scumbag." The little girl giggled twice with her neat white teeth, but she hurriedly moved to her cheek and gave a kiss.

"Dad, Mom! I don't want to get married, I can't bear you."

The little girl who was still holding her hands has grown into a slim and beautiful girl. She is wearing a luxurious snow-white wedding dress, and she is crying with rain, holding tightly the same red-eyed mother Liu with a look of dissatisfaction. Ying.

"Stupid girl, there is no way to say that you will not marry if you don't marry. Just come back and see Mom and Dad often."

A few crow's feet appeared at the corner of her eyes, and her beautiful face was no longer young. Liu Ying's eyes were red, but she gently patted her daughter's back with reluctance.

Wang Mang stood by. As a father, he did not express his dismay on his face, but his eyes were still red. In the bottom of my heart, he was the most uncomfortable because he loved his daughter so much.

As the sun sets, the orange sunset hangs on the horizon. In a warm and spacious courtyard, Wang Mang and Liu Ying are sitting on deck chairs to enjoy the cold.

‘Crunch~Crunch! 'The recliner slowly shook and made a sound. Suddenly, Liu Ying held Wang Mang's hand. Her hair was already grey and she had lost her beauty when she was flourishing, and even her small, white hands changed. Get rough and old.

Her voice trembled a little and seemed a little scared, but she still spoke: "Old man, are you going to leave?" A breeze blew, Wang Mang, who had never spoken, opened his eyes reluctantly and nodded.