There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 371. The thirty-second dragon scale (5)

The 32nd Dragon Scale (5)

It turned out that it was useless for the wet nurse to come, the little fat man was still howling, the wet nurse panicked under the gaze of the uncle, and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "...The young master is very close to his wife, and the slave has just been transferred. , will only serve when the young master is hungry..."

Duan Jin took over the son who was crying in the nurse's arms. Although the little fat man was under a year old, the flesh on his body was solid. He was squirming and struggling desperately in Duan Jin's arms. The little baby used too much energy and finally had to go back to find Linglong.

He realized once again what a failed father he was, even if his son didn't know him, he couldn't even take him overnight.

Linglong put on her balm and lay down, not too surprised when she heard the knock on the door. The maid who was watching the night outside opened the door, and Duan Jin walked in with the little fat man in her arms. Linglong sat up from the bed, rubbed her eyes, then covered her mouth and yawned, "Didn't you agree to take him overnight?"

Duan Jin said: "I...he always cried."

Linglong said: "Isn't it normal for a child to cry? You have to coax him when he cries. Do you still need me to teach you?"

Who knew Duan Jin nodded: "Yes."

Because he really doesn't know how to deal with a little baby who doesn't understand the big truth, so small and so fragile.

The little fat man was so excited when he saw his mother, he stretched out his hand and fluttered in the direction of Linglong. Duan Jin hugged him and walked to the side of the bed. From the commanding angle he was standing, he happened to catch a glimpse of the beautiful scenery in Linglong's bedclothes. . Duan Jin is a decent gentleman, so he turned his head away from looking, Linglong looked at the little fat man who was yelling at him, and sighed: "Are you here to collect debts?"

The little fat man couldn't understand, ahhhh, screaming, still reaching out to Linglong, he smelled a familiar scent, he likes this hug, but he doesn't like the person who is holding him now, it's cold and hard, not at all It was uncomfortable, and his tender flesh was hurting.

Linglong took the little fat man over, and Duan Jin breathed a sigh of relief. He stood on the side and watched, and when he saw the little fat man who was fluttering in his arms and vowed to die, he instantly changed his smile, gentle and gentle. He snuggled into his wife's arms obediently. He was a little disappointed and a little guilty. He felt that he promised her to take his son for one night, and then sent his son back. It really shouldn't be, and it's too useless.

As long as the wife is willing to communicate, listens to her words, and does not ask too much, Duan Jin will satisfy him, and the same is true for his family. If you don't say it, he won't understand, but as long as you make it clear, as long as he can do it, he won't ignore it.

He stood by the side quietly and silently, watching the every move of his wife and children, but he really couldn't see the trick. The little fat man is clearly a one-sided clingy and ingratiating. It can be seen that he likes his mother very much, because he is entangled in Linglong's arms and refuses to leave, and he is afraid that she will give him to him again. Didn't sleep.

"Go and get the veil wet."

Duan Jin was stunned.

"Come on!" She intensified her tone with resentment. Seeing that Duan Jin still didn't understand, she said, "He's only so big, and he's been crying for so long. It's not good for the tears to dry on his face, so he needs to wipe it off. Just clean. There is warm water in the room, you wet the handkerchief and wipe it for him."

After listening to her words, Duan Jin understood. He turned to the back of the screen. There was indeed warm water on the stove, and there were hurried cloth towels and handkerchiefs on the shelves, but the material of the handkerchief was obviously smoother. Children's skin is delicate, so do not use too rough objects. Duan Jin took the handkerchief and soaked it in the water, and soon returned to Linglong's side. She hugged the child, and hooped the restless little fat claw, "Be gentle, his skin is very tender."

This is the meaning of Duan Jin's rubbing.

Duan Jin didn't refuse. He carefully put the handkerchief on his son's face and wiped it away from his beautiful eyes. Soon his small face full of tears was clean and fresh, and he was entrusted by Linglong again. He went to the dressing table to get the cream specially designed for children. As soon as the lid was opened, there was a pleasant smell of cow's milk. Linglong dipped a little on the little fat man's face with his fingers, and motioned Duan Jin to rub it open for him.

Compared to the delicate skin of a baby, Duan Jin, who has been writing for many years, has many thin calluses on his palms. He has never taken care of a baby, so his movements are very clumsy. The little fat man is obviously hurt by him, and he wants to cry. Linglong grabbed Duan Jin's wrist, and he felt as if he was scalded by fire. Her skin was similar to that of her son's, so Duan Jin subconsciously didn't dare to touch it. Linglong said: "You have to be gentler, his little face can't stand your rubbing like this."

Under Linglong's earnest teaching, Duan Jin finally successfully completed the arduous task of wiping his son's face. In a short period of time, he had sweated a lot. When he heard Linglong said it was okay, Duan Jin was relieved. Tone, more nervous than usual to see the emperor.

Little Fatty was comfortably nestled in Linglong's arms. When Linglong saw that it was getting late, he said to Duan Jin, "Okay, take him to sleep."

Duan Jin hesitated, he was afraid that his son would cry again. "Can't he stay here? He's always crying around me."

Hearing this, Linglong looked at him with a half-smile, "Does he want to stay with me, or do you want to stay with me?"

Duan Jin quickly realized what she meant, and suddenly coughed, not knowing how to explain that he didn't mean that. He tentatively reached out to his son and wanted to hug, but the little fat man suddenly hugged Linglong's neck and refused to let go. He refused to look at his father, and he didn't want to go to the study with his father to sleep.

Duan Jin was as overwhelmed as a child who made a mistake. Linglong pinched the little fat man's butt—it felt very good, and it was all tender meat. Of course, she didn't use much effort, but the little fat man already knew that the woman in front of him was very fond of him, and he could show his willfulness in front of her. Just howl.

Linglong thought that it would be fun to raise a dog in the yard and howl with this fat man in a duet. She patted her little butt: "Okay, stop howling, your father is about to become mentally ill because of your howling."

Duan Jin wanted to say no, but shut up under the threat of Linglong's eyes. Although the little fat man couldn't understand what the adults were saying, he could barely understand what it meant. He stopped howling twice, Linglong took off his clothes, opened the thin blanket and stuffed him inside. Then rushed to Duan Jin and hooked his finger: "Aren't you coming up yet?"

No one can refuse the invitation of such a charming beauty, except Duan Jin.

He shook his head: "You're angry, I'd better not mess with you."

Linglong was amused by him: "I am angry, but if you don't listen to me, I will be even more angry to show you."

Duan Jin opened his mouth and hesitated. Linglong said: "You have agreed to take care of him, don't think about it and forget it. He needs you to come when he is hungry, crying, peeing, and peeing at night. Don't think I want to keep you here."

She said so, what else could Duan Jin do? Fortunately, he also washed, only took off his coat, and lay down on the half of the bed that Linglong gave up, the whole body was filled with the soft and sweet smell of women, Duan Jin was lying stiff all over. The little fat man was in the middle of their husband and wife, and he had already fallen asleep after crying a lot. Linglong yawned and closed her eyes. Both of these girls were extremely natural, but Duan Jin seemed to be very reserved.

He was lying on the bed, his limbs were stiff, he couldn't sleep, and even his breathing was light and light. With his wife and children by his side, he seldom had such a leisurely and warm moment, so he was very uncomfortable.

My wife's temperament changed suddenly... No, Duan Jin thought, maybe it wasn't her temperament, but she was just like that. After a year of marriage, how could he really understand and care for her? Even if she is romantic to the point of immaturity, it is not the reason why he ignores her. Every time he saw her crying and complaining, he turned around and left, thinking about not arguing with her and not bothering her, but he forgot that she was different from the difficult self since childhood.

She is his wife again, and he should have been more tolerant.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. Duan Jin opened his eyes and looked at the bed curtain. He suddenly heard the sound of mosquitoes in his ears. He looked around carefully and saw a mosquito on the curtain. It stands to reason that the house has smoked mosquito repellent incense, how can there be? How could their mother and son be bitten? Just getting up to catch it, it will inevitably make a noise, and I am afraid that it will disturb them.

When he saw a fan on the head of the bed, Duan Jin took it out and fanned it lightly. The slight wind was very comfortable on his body. Linglong sighed contentedly and turned over, the thin quilt covering his body was lifted. In one corner, the white tender and slender waist was exposed. Duan Jin stretched out his hand to cover her, and then pulled up the quilt that his son kicked away. Seeing that the young and old were sleeping peacefully, he couldn't help but soften his brows.

He's not born with a hard heart either, he just doesn't understand style.

About an hour later, the little fat man began to hum, and he hummed without even opening his eyes, pitiful. Duan Jin checked his diaper, and it turned out to be peeing. He quickly got up and took a clean one, and put it on gently. The little fat man kicked the diaper. After he was refreshed, he continued to sleep with his mouth. Duan Jin took advantage of the situation to put the The mosquitoes that he had watched for a long time were caught, and the annoying buzzing was gone, and he could also fall asleep with him.

It's just...his wife is a bit domineering when she sleeps!

This is what Duan Jin, who came back after catching mosquitoes, went to clean his hands.

The mother and son slept more boldly than the other, he just went to clean his hands, the little fat man had already rolled to the corner of the bed, and Linglong occupied most of the bed. Duan Jin just picked up her hand, and before he lay down, she rolled into his arms, hugging his waist like a pillow, and refused to let go.

Duan Jin imagined how his wife would react when she woke up, but she still didn't wake Linglong up, she just wrapped her arms around her and brought back the fat son who started rolling around again with the other.

Now he understands why she wants him to stay and sleep together. The nephrite jade and warm fragrance are second, and it is the top priority to take care of their mother and son not to get out of bed.