My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 130: The Man with the Baby Seeks for His Wife (10)

When the daylight dawned, everything was still silent and silent.

After many days, Chu Xiaoman finally returned to her mother's arms. The first thing she did was to anxiously nestle in her arms.

Chu Xiang opened his clothes, and Chu Xiaoman finally tasted the food he had been longing for. He was like a small white animal that had curled up into a ball. His two short hands were stomping on the food like a small animal eating, and his mouth made a smacking sound. His beautiful red eyes narrowed comfortably.

Chu Xiang touched Chu Xiaoman's soft white hair, and her heart softened as her hands felt it.

She smiled unconsciously and called out, "Xiao Man."

Chu Xiaoman hummed softly, as if in response.

A strand of white hair fell on Chu Xiaoman's face, making him feel a little itchy. He impatiently grabbed the long hair and shrank back into his mother's arms. As for his father who was staring at him with gloomy eyes, he didn't want to pay attention to him.

Fusheng always held Chu Xiang in his arms from behind, with his chin resting on Chu Xiang's shoulder. His tall and thin body seemed to have shrunk to the same size as Chu Xiang. He stuck to her with a wronged look, like the goblin that could suck people's souls in ghost stories.

In Chu Xiang's eyes, the current life is more tempting than the fairies in the stories.

He was only wearing a loose red robe with the collar open casually, showing off the light and heavy marks left on his pale jade-like body.

A few strands of the drooping white hair slid down his shoulders, making the faintly visible red fruit look even more lovely and beautiful.

The confusion in his eyes has not completely dissipated, the redness on his face and the heat of his breath have not faded away. The pure and innocent young man, his current debauchery is simply an addictive poison.

Fusheng's pale fingers hooked a strand of Chu Xiang's black hair, twisted it tightly, and rubbed her face. His ruby-like eyes narrowed comfortably like a child's.

Chu Xiang looked back at him, and he took the opportunity to grab her jaw with one hand. With a hint of toughness, he kissed her again.

But soon, Chu Xiaoman cried out in dissatisfaction.

Chu Xiang stepped back slightly, ending Fu Sheng's excessive demands, and then looked down at the child in his arms. He was babbling something, but it was obvious that he was not full yet.

Chu Xiaoman hasn't eaten the food that he should eat at his age for several days. If he wasn't easy to feed, given his father's lack of common sense, he would have starved to death.

So Chu Xiaoman looked forward to finding his mother as soon as possible every day so that he could eat enough at once. But now that he has found his mother, the amount of food he can get is not much!
Facing his son's dissatisfaction, Fusheng blinked innocently, licked the corners of his moist lips quietly, and pretended that he had done nothing.

Chu Xiang pulled her clothes in place and cleared her throat uncomfortably, "Xiao Man, I'll ask the kitchen to make something delicious for you later. What do you like to eat?"

Fusheng said: "Xiaoman likes sweet soup."

Chu Xiang touched the child's soft face and smiled, "Then we will drink sweet soup together later."

I don’t know if Chu Xiaoman could understand what was said. He lay in his mother’s arms, not making any noise or making any noise. He just stared at his mother and slowly grinned.

Chu Xiaoman should be an extrovert, because he never hides his smile, he must smile widely, so that everyone can be infected by his happiness, showing his sharp milk teeth, and the corners of his mouth are almost raised to his ears. Those red eyes are more like his father, becoming particularly narrow and long, deep and rich red, and seeming to be as black as the abyss.

Chu Xiang couldn't stand it anymore and kissed the child's face fiercely, "Xiao Man, so cute!"

Chu Xiaoman thought his mother was playing with him, so he giggled and his two little hands flew around excitedly, pulling his father's white hair several times. Fortunately, his father had a good temper now and did not slap his head crooked.

It was still cold, so Fusheng silently lifted the quilt, wrapped the mother and son, and also reluctantly wrapped himself. He stared at Chu Xiang's smiling face, and the disappearing sense of happiness returned completely. His body relaxed, and he buried himself greedily in her neck, sniffing her scent.

Chu Xiang felt a little itchy, but she didn't push him away. She asked softly: "How did I separate from you?"

Fusheng's body tensed up, and he slowly wrapped his arms around her, expressing in silence that he didn't know how to start.

Chu Xiang took out a hand and touched the boy's white head, which was the same color as the child's. She guessed and said, "You had an affair with another woman, and I found out?"

"No!" Fusheng raised his face in panic. His skin was originally pale, and now it looked more like a piece of white jade that could break at any time. He said anxiously: "Xiangxiang, I only have you, I really only have you."

Chu Xiang thought about it again and said, "Does that mean I have fallen in love with someone else and don't want to be with you anymore?"

Fusheng shook his head again, "You said you would only like me and not others, and you would never fall in love with someone else."

Chu Xiang couldn't guess any other possibilities for a moment.

Chu Xiaoman looked at his parents and blinked his eyes strangely. He was still young and didn't understand the problems between adults. He could just hold his mother's fingers and play with them with great interest.

Fusheng lowered his head, and after a long while, he slowly said: "Xiangxiang, I'm sorry, it's my fault... I'm not good enough, Xiangxiang, I don't want to be separated from you... Please don't ignore me."

He seemed to be drowned by the overwhelming sense of guilt. Chu Xiang felt puzzled. How big a mistake had he made to have to be so humble?

Chu Xiang turned around holding Chu Xiaoman and placed Chu Xiaoman on Fusheng's lap. She tilted her head and looked at the boy's drooping face, then blurted out: "Are you crying?"

Fusheng hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes and turned his face away, trying to avoid her gaze, but he could not hide the fact that his eyes were red.

He forced himself hard and said in a hoarse voice: "I shouldn't have let you see Xiaoman and I hunting. I scared you."

After they got married, Chu Xiang would occasionally go to the village to buy some things. Fu Sheng used to sit alone in the mountains and forests, quietly waiting for Chu Xiang to come back. Later, he would sit there holding Chu Xiaoman, waiting for her to come back.

It was just that the weather was too good that day. Fusheng was holding the baby Chu Xiaoman and counting the birds in the sky together. Suddenly, a wild deer jumped out and immediately attracted the attention of the father and son.

Chu Xiaoman stretched out his hand, pointed towards the wild deer, and hummed.

Fusheng asked softly: "Xiaoman, do you want to play with it?"

(End of this chapter)