There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 372. The thirty-second dragon scale (six)

The 32nd Dragon Scale (6)

Duan Jin knew for the first time how hard it was to take care of a child.

Little Fatty is young and can't control his physiological reactions, but he loves cleanliness. When he gets dirty, he will cry in a daze, and he will not sleep peacefully until he is clean and refreshed. The child had a small stomach and would be hungry soon after urinating, so he groaned for milk. Duan Jin woke up seven or eight times a night, and basically didn't sleep much. Whenever he squinted for a while, he could hear his son's cry, and he would immediately open his eyes and hug him so as not to disturb his wife.

The good thing is that after a night of training, Duan Jin and his children have a good look. The little fat man slept in his father's arms all night, and he was finally familiar with the smell of this person, and he was no longer so repulsive.

Breakfast, after Linglong had cleaned up and just picked up the chopsticks, Duan Jin sat beside her and said sincerely, "Madame has worked hard."

Long Long: ? ? ?

"In the eyes of the world, a man is a qualified man as long as he earns a good reputation and allows his family to live without food and clothing, but he is much harsher on women, asking them to be gentle and graceful, and asking them to be tolerant and not jealous. It took me a whole night to think about them being strong and independent, and then I realized that I really wasn't good enough in the past. Thank you for your advice, otherwise I would never understand the truth." Duan Jin said, "I will spend more time with my wife and Jia... ... Chubby, but if there is something wrong, please ask my wife to point it out."

Linglong was stunned by Duan Jin's attitude of admitting mistakes and her ability to reflect, she blinked: "Oh... ok."

Actually, Duan Jin pushed himself to others. He remembered what kind of splendid girl his wife was when she was at home. Her parents can tolerate her, but it makes no sense that a husband can't. Even if there is no affection, he is a husband and wife who will work together for a lifetime. He is older than her and has more knowledge than her, so he should be guided and tolerant, as usual. It was really inappropriate to leave when she saw her crying.

He thinks of his elderly mother again. Back then, when the Duan family fell, he was the only one, and everyone in the world said that Duan Jin, Lord Duan, became famous as a young man, but they didn't know who took care of the trivial matters at home and the younger siblings when Duan Jin was studying hard in the cold window. When it comes to being strong, my mother is even more so than him. He worked hard in his studies, but his mother gave the family a great time and endless time.

Now the wife is too.

He shouldn't have asked her to be as virtuous as other wives. There's nothing wrong with her being innocent. What's wrong with keeping such a character? What's wrong with being full of fantasies and expectations about the newly married and your husband?

Duan Jin only felt sorry for his wife. He was extremely sincere. He took the initiative to hold the little fat man on his lap, and took the small bowl in Linglong's hand to feed him a delicate and tender egg custard. The little fat man was taken away from his mother's arms and was about to lose his temper, but when he took a bite of the egg custard into his mouth, he instantly forgot why he was angry. Duan Jin said to Linglong again: "You can eat, I'll take care of him."

Linglong just watched Duan Jin take care of the little fat man with strange eyes like this, and from time to time she would bring her vegetables. After she figured it out overnight, he was like a different person. Although his movements are a little rusty and stiff, it can be seen that he is serious about changing.

After breakfast, Linglong held her chin and asked him, "Do you think I'm working hard?"

Duan Jin nodded.

Can it be hard work? He took his son with him last night, and he didn't sleep well after being tossed all night. When he couldn't sleep, he thought about a lot. He felt that he didn't do well in many places, and he felt ashamed. He wanted to treat her better. She wanted him to be gentle and considerate, so he tried to change himself, but he didn't know whether she would be able to meet her wish in the end.

Linglong sighed: "Women from ordinary families are indeed very hard."

Duan Jin was taken aback for a moment.

"But I really don't work hard."

Duan Jin: ? ? ?

“There are nurses and maids, and Pang Bao is always served when he is hungry, thirsty, urinating, and pulling. I like cleanliness, so I won’t touch his dirty diapers. Playing, you won't be on him all the time." Linglong said plausibly, "You are now a high-ranking member of the court, and your salary alone is enough for ordinary people to live a good life for a lifetime. Like an ordinary woman, breastfeeding and taking care of the child? Then what am I going to do when I marry you?"

She then asked gloatingly, "You didn't do it all by yourself last night, did you? There are vigils outside, you call them, and they all know what to do."

Duan Jin:...

"But what you said really won my heart. I had bad things in the past, but now I am perfect. Since you sincerely admit your mistakes and make corrections, I am not an unreasonable person. Of course I will. give you a chance."

She kept talking with her small mouth, and she was very proud. After a while, Duan Jin shook her head helplessly, and her son snorted. He looked down, and the little fat man spit at him. Bubble, cracked his mouth and laughed, as if he was laughing at him with his mother.

The baby stroller for the little fat man is ready. It is covered with soft cushions and a small umbrella. There are toys that children like on the four sides. The little fat man is very happy to sit in it. Played happily.

Duan Jin is still taking a rest today, so he and Linglong took the little fat man to see Mrs. Duan and talked to the old lady. The old lady also knew that the eldest son was busy with official business on weekdays, so he finally took a rest at home. To give the young couple a chance to be alone, he waved his hands to drive them away, and by the way, he left the little fat man and said that he would take good care of the little grandson. As soon as Linglong and Duan Jin came out of the old lady's yard, they said, "Go and do your thing, I'll go back first."

Unexpectedly, Duan Jin held her back. His hand was very warm, and he didn't let go of the one he held Linglong. Linglong looked at him and saw that he was looking straight ahead, and said in a stiff tone, "...Let's go together."

Walk together, walk together, whoever lets go first is the dog.

A moment later.

Long Long: Wang.

She pulled her hand out of Duan Jin's hand and shook it, giving him a displeased look: "I'm sweating!"

Looking at the palm of her hand, it was still wet, so Linglong rubbed her hand on Duan Jin. He was wearing clean clothes today, and when she wiped it so boldly, he was shocked, and his face showed a very strange expression: Wanted to reprimand but refused to reprimand, was a little angry but didn't want to be angry, and finally turned a thousand times, turned into a sigh, took out a handkerchief from her arms, squeezed her little hand and wiped it carefully again, Said: "I didn't do well, please forgive me."

"I'm sorry." Linglong saw that his hand had been wiped clean, so he stretched it out in front of Duan Jin again. Duan Jin saw that this little hand was white and tender, and the fingers were thin and long. He just held it in the palm of his hand, soft Yes, the small one is pitiful, "You don't know how to hold hands, you'll get used to holding hands more often."

He held it hesitantly again, and Linglong took advantage of the situation to tick his palm, and Mr. Duan, the straight man of steel, froze, unable to relax at all. He only had a vague understanding of the affairs of men and women. Apart from the unspeakable love in his heart, even the wedding night was based on the booklet. . He didn't have any romantic feelings in his mind, and he didn't even know what it was like to have fun. Linglong felt that the girl he liked didn't know his affection, but... Duan Jin is a person who has a very good view from a distance and a very poor experience of molesting. He is neither witty, humorous, gentle or considerate, and is definitely not a good choice for dating.

Of course, if a pragmatic girl with no romantic ideas would marry him as his wife, it would be even better. The two are enemies and can respect each other for a lifetime.

A piece of white paper, splashing ink or sketching, will be controlled by the dragon girl.

As she walked, she shook the hands of the two, Duan Jin was inevitably nervous, and speculated on Linglong's thoughts in his heart. Wanting her to shake hands like this, is it because you don't want to be held by him and get bored, or is it just for fun?

But when he observed his wife's expression, he couldn't see anything, so he hesitated. If she was bored, should he take the initiative to withdraw his hand so as not to make her unhappy? But what if it wasn't? Is she going to cry again?

For a while, there is a dilemma.

Linglong didn't know what Duan Jin was thinking, she took him back to the bedroom, took the initiative to let go of his hand and ran away, not knowing what to look for. Duan Jin was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees, his eyes were not squinting, justice was awe-inspiring.

When she happily ran over to show the items in her hands, Duan Jin still didn't understand what it meant. Linglong put the fragrant wood in his hand into his big hand: "What do you think of this wood? Is it suitable for carving?"

Duan Jin touched it and weighed it again, "Excellent."

"Okay, you use it to carve me and Fat Bora."

Duan Jin is a little puzzled: "Are you blaming me for not giving you a gift? But the wood carving is just a decoration. If you like it, can I take you out to buy some rouge jewelry?"

His ingratitude to his wife is clumsy and can be summed up in one word: buy.

But Linglong was unhappy: "It's so difficult for you to make a sculpture for me, or do you want to sculpt someone else?"

Duan Jin's eyes were blank this time, "Huh?"

Linglong is sure that Fat Bao must be his biological son, because father and son look exactly the same. She took a deep breath, feeling like a king encountering bronze, the other party looked smart, and it turned out that one plus one wouldn't count and had to be taught from scratch. "I heard that you are good at sculpting, is there such a thing?"

Duan Jin nodded: "It's just a hobby, not a specialization."

"What's wrong with me asking you to make a woodcarving for me? Or do you just want to carve your sweetheart, and no one else can?"

Duan Jin finally reacted!

Looking at his suddenly realized expression, Linglong was moved to tears, this person, he finally knew what she was talking about!

"No." Duan Jin shook his head, "If you like it, I will carve it for you, you can do as much as you want."

"And then what?"

And then?

What then?

Sir Duan starts to understand again.

Linglong couldn't hold back and stepped on his boots: "Shouldn't you explain a couple of things about your sweetheart's woodcarving?"