108 “Don’t leak a drop! (High H Training)” Chapter 107

Extra: The sweet (weird) life of a family of three

In the garden surrounded by green vines stood a six-year-old boy, wearing blue overalls. His big watery eyes flicked left and right, and a white butterfly flew in front of him, a butterfly that didn’t know whether to live or die.

The cicada on the tree behind him screamed louder and louder, scratching his ears. He puffed up his cheeks in unhappiness and had a childish baby face. He looked very cute.

The next second he stretched out his hand, quickly grabbed the butterfly in his palm, and held it tightly.

The mucus coming from the palm of my hand, that ignorant butterfly died.

The cicadas continued to chirp, so he dropped what he was holding, squatted down, and rubbed his palms on the grass to wipe away all the disgusting mucus.

It seemed like he was waiting for something, but he couldn’t leave.

Bored, he held his head up and crouched under the shade of the tree to watch. More and more butterflies were flying happily in the garden. The boy frowned unhappily, pouted his mouth, and came up with the idea of ​​killing all these butterflies.

Suddenly, the sound of the curtains opening was heard from upstairs. His expression changed suddenly and he looked up in surprise.

“Mom!”

A soft voice shouted at her, and the people upstairs also noticed him, leaning on the railing and waving to him.

The woman was wearing a plain white dress, her straight black hair was blown behind her by the wind, and she casually put the broken hair on both sides behind her ears, smiling softly, “What are you doing there on such a hot day?”

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and complained to her with a dissatisfied pout, “Dad made me stand here for a long time, Mom, I’m so hot.”

The aggrieved look was really similar to the way a man looked when he was trying to please her.

She chuckled, “Come up.”

As if waiting for her words, the boy happily ran towards the house.

The man who was cooking in the kitchen had already arrived at the stairs and glared at him displeased.

“Get out.”

Han Che’s cold voice, but he is not afraid at all now.

“Mom asked me to go up! If I don’t go up, Mom will be angry.” He pouted his little mouth and raised his head proudly, as if to show off something incredible to him.

He Zecheng twitched the corners of his mouth in a sneer, but before he could speak, a voice from upstairs interrupted him.

“What’s he doing?”

“Mom!”

The boy happily bypassed him, ran upstairs quickly, fell into her arms, and raised his head aggrievedly, “Mom, look, I have prickly heat on my body, and my palms are bleeding!”

Speaking of which, he opened his palms to show her that it was just the blood of the butterfly, which forcefully got into her arms and gained her pity.

Lin Yin squatted down and sighed, “How many times have I told you not to catch butterflies? Why don’t you listen?”

He happily raised one of his little feet, hugged her neck forward, and hugged her with his small body, “Because butterflies are not as beautiful as Ma Ma, and they deserve to die.”

How could a child say such horrible things?

He Zecheng strode up, grabbed his overalls, and lifted him up. Seeing him yelling, he frowned again.

“Wash your hands! Otherwise, you won’t be able to eat.”

Lin Yin slowly stood up with his legs propped up, “You can do it, it’s just a child, why is he being so fierce? Speak properly.”

The boy stuck out his tongue at him proudly, and he resisted the urge to throw him down the stairs.

More than once, I have suspected that there is something wrong with my brain, which is why I allowed this guy to be born, just to go against him!

He gritted his teeth and threw him aside with so much force that he burst into tears.

Before Lin Yin could help him, he grabbed her arm, pulled her over forcefully, put his arm around her waist and walked towards the bedroom.

‘Bang!’

The loud slamming of the door sounded like he was challenging.

The man on the ground straightened up and cried, turned over, supported the ground with his little hands, lay on the ground, and made a disdainful sound, completely losing his pitiful look just now.

“What are you doing!” Lin Yin pulled his hand away and kicked him directly, “You don’t feel bad for your child, do you? I feel bad for the one I gave birth to!”

He didn’t care. The person who was kicked still didn’t listen to the lesson. He stepped forward and hugged her forcefully, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, looking at her lovingly.

“What are you afraid of? If you fall to death, you don’t want it. If you want it again, then we will have another one.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she stretched out her hand and swung it at his face.

“Calm the fuck down!”

The person who couldn’t feel the pain just licked the mouth on the right side of her face, clamped her wrists, pressed her against the wall, and sucked her saliva and tongue crazily. The fierce attack made her unable to bear it.

After a long time, he stopped and looked at her blushing and panting. He rubbed her face obsessively and lowered his voice hoarsely.

“Honey, I can’t calm down, you are really poisonous.”

The overly affectionate peach blossom eyes let her know what he wanted to do later, and she quickly pushed him away.

“I just woke up and I’m very hungry.”

He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, the meal has been prepared. Go down and eat. We will do some exercise after dinner later.”

She stared at him with contempt, “Take care of your lower body, the child is still here!”

“It’s not like I’ve never done it in front of him.”

“That’s when he’s asleep too! Can you shut up?”

He raised his hands, tightened his mouth, and nodded obediently.

Make her mad.

Seeing them coming down, the boy ran over from the kitchen excitedly holding a plate.

“Mom! Your favorite osmanthus cake-ah!”

Without looking at the road, he leaned forward.

He Zecheng’s eyes widened, he quickly climbed onto the railing, turned over and jumped down.

‘Bang!’

There was a huge collision, and he groaned. He knelt on the ground on one knee, firmly caught the plate in his hand, looked at the many sweet-scented osmanthus cakes inside, and breathed a sigh of relief.

When he stood up, he saw the boy kneeling in front of him and snorted mockingly.

“Young man, you can’t even hold the plate, and you still fight with me…”

“He Lin!”

Lin Yin hurriedly came down the stairs, ran to him and hugged him.

He covered his head and bit his lip to hold back. His big clear eyes were instantly filled with tears. He burst out crying. He lay in her arms and cried heartbreakingly. He grabbed her clothes and choked with sobs that he was out of breath.

“Okay, don’t cry. Let me see where it hurts. Is it bleeding?”

The person standing behind with the plate twitched his eyes, stepped forward and grabbed the kid’s collar.

“Get out of here!”

“Why are you being mean to him! You didn’t see that he had fallen down, but you are so mean. Are you sick? Are you He Zecheng?” Lin Yin slapped his arm away, picked him up, glared at him fiercely, turned and walked to the kitchen.

The man froze in disbelief, almost losing his balance on the plate in his hand.

He hurriedly caught up, “Honey, I’m doing this for your sweet-scented osmanthus…”

“Does it matter if the child has sweet-scented osmanthus cake?” She turned around and shouted.

“But this is my own hand…”

“Get out!” She closed the kitchen door forcefully.

“…”

I found an ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis from the corner of the cupboard. Looking at the red and swollen lump on his forehead, I frowned in distress.

“Don’t move. Mom will give you some medicine. You’ll be fine soon.”

He was still sobbing and his tears had finally stopped. He grabbed her clothes and refused to let go. He sat on the cupboard and looked at her pitifully.

“Mummy… it hurts, dad bullied me… ugh.” He sniffed while sobbing, and Lin Yin hurriedly wiped his tears.

“Stop crying. I’ll deal with your father later. He did something wrong this time. He didn’t pick you up to pick up the osmanthus cake. Let him go with the osmanthus cake in his next life!”

The boy’s tears turned into laughter instantly, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

After she finished applying it, she carried him out of the cupboard, “Does it still hurt anywhere?”

He shook his head, looked at the cabinet that he had just opened, stretched out his little hand, grabbed it and pulled it open.

“Mama, where did you get the medicine?”

As he said that, the cupboard opened, and it was full of wooden stoppers.

“Why so many corks?”

Lin Yin hurriedly grabbed his hand and closed the cabinet door, “This is your father’s collecting habit, don’t worry about it.”

“Oh.”

Children don’t understand anything and listen to her the most.

Lin Yin took a look at the lily porridge in the pot and the stir-fried vegetables on the side. The dishes were exquisitely arranged and full of color, flavor and flavor. It was obvious that a lot of effort had been put into it.

The child grabbed the hem of her clothes and complained to her, “You don’t know how much my father went too far! I just wanted to taste the food he cooked, so he kicked me out and made me stand! It’s too much! I still want to eat in the end.”

She looked at the plate, probably because she didn’t want him to ruin it. He prepared the meal and showed her a perfect stir-fry.

It was quite pitiful to think of how cruel he was just now.

She rubbed He Lin’s head, bent down and said, “Be obedient and wait for me here for a while. We will have dinner together later. Be obedient and I will ask your father to come over and apologize to you.”

He decisively wanted to shake his head. It was better for him to apologize to him, so as not to suffer any physical pain in the future.

But Mommy patted him on the head, turned around and walked out, failing to hold him back.

After searching for no one in the shade, he walked around the garden, and finally found him squatting under the shade of the tree, hugging his legs, and drawing circles with a stick in his other hand. He had pulled out all the grass in the meadow.

Has he become so pitiful that he begins to curse his son?

Childish ghost.

She walked over and kicked his back with her knee, “Are you angry?”

“Angry.” He muttered and dropped the stick.

It’s honest.

He Zecheng stood up and hugged her with the same aggrievedness, “Don’t pay attention to that kid. No matter how good he is now, he can be bad when you don’t know.”

Of course she knows that like father, like son, is a virtue.

“Okay, why are you jealous of your son?”

“Of course I’m jealous.” He bent down and bit her lips, showing no mercy at all, and the smile disappeared from his face.

“Honey, if you are so nice to him again, I really can’t help but kill him.”

Lin Yin frowned, but saw his serious eyes and convinced him.

She hugged his neck, leaned forward and kissed him in response, “Be good, that’s your child, be nice to him, go in and apologize to him.”

“By…”

“It’s up to you how you want to play tonight.”

He closed his mouth, smiled, a rich smile with evil intentions, and licked her lips with his tongue.

“That’s what you said.”

Children, so easy to coax.