Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

The bedroom. The summer heat was unbearable. With a half-open window for ventilation, a man in a blue robe slowly walked around the room, holding his daughter, whose eyes were half-closed. "Daddy, Daddy," the little girl whispered as she fought off sleep.

"Yeah. Sweetheart, wake up."

They both had fever for two days, and he took care of them. Now the brother is full of energy and eating meat with big mouthfuls, but the sister is recovering slowly, and the poor little girl looks listless.

I didn't dare let go even after coaxing the baby to sleep. The baby had a fever from time to time, so I had to check his back and forehead to measure his temperature. I couldn't be negligent for even a moment.

The fat man with great strength dragged Wangshu in with one hand. The mother and son came over to look at the sleeping baby, "Put it on the bed."

If someone is stubborn and refuses to listen, just let him be. Hold him if you want. "Hold him and go watch Dabao play with sandbags."

The fat man really liked watching people practicing with swords and guns. He followed Tang Bo in and out of the martial arts room for several days without complaining or feeling tired. This time he was sick for two days, thinking about the single kicking method that he was going to use to dominate the world.

Wangshu had someone sew several layers of cloth into a cylindrical shape and fill it with rice to make a rice sandbag, so that he could practice his boxing and kicking skills. There were also a dozen square sandbags of different sizes for the two of them to play with.

When the man heard what the young woman said, how could it be possible? The fat man’s roar could overturn the roof. He finally agreed to put his daughter down and told Xiaolu to guard her.

As soon as the couple entered the martial arts room, the fat man in the small jacket who was in the front started speeding towards the pile of square sandbags and kicked one of the small blue sandbags a dozen feet away.

Wangshu quickly clapped his hands, his face full of admiration: "Dabao, you hit the target!"

So the fat man stepped back, stood up again, and kicked them one by one again.

"Great Dabao! Awesome!" the woman continued to cheer.

The fat man was elated by his mother's flattery, and performed again and again, kicking the sandbags everywhere.

Finally, in front of a large upside-down sandbag, he kept talking and punching and kicking it. The sandbag was shaking slightly. He proudly clenched his fists and danced with joy, showing off his simple-minded but strong-limbed son to the fullest.

"Great! Dabao! That's awesome!" The man who was burning the fire was still adding oil.

Qin Xiuyuan took a breath and frowned: ...Praising Wangcai for being a good dog, then praising him for being so powerful, and now praising his son Dabao for being so good, this is the same routine, I don’t know if it’s sincere or just for the sake of face...

Seeing his son stunned by the praise and still working hard with "ho ho ho", he suddenly realized that he had also believed her sweet words and let her do whatever she wanted, ho! Ho!

Looking at the fat man, I felt a little sympathetic. What if the fat man marries a bad-intentioned woman in the future, is sold and has to count money for others? What will happen then?

My father is worried.

So from then on, you could see the man from time to time holding his sick daughter in one hand while instructing his son on leg and boxing techniques in the martial arts room.

After the men went to the military camp, Xiaolu took the two children to the martial arts training room to practice with Qin Er.

After the man returned home from patrolling the city, he didn't even have time to take off his armor that day. He went straight to see his trotting daughter and his silly son who was always laughing and attracted him to come. His daughter had a weak constitution and little strength, and her little face was red from walking and running.

"Daddy~" The daughter, wearing a small vest and holding a sandbag, tilted her head and called out.

"Dad!" The son, who was doing a good side kick, shouted happily, "Look at me!" He stepped forward with his left leg and kicked out with his right leg. In an instant, his waist and horse became one, and he stood firmly with his eyes focused.

This kid! He gave a thumbs up, "Dabao is awesome!"

“GuoGuo is awesome!”

Dabao put down his legs, feeling very proud, and touched his old armor, and said excitedly: "Mom said to make armor for Dabao, so that when he is ready, he can go out with Dad to fight in the military camp."

"it is good!"

A few days later, the little guy's armor was delivered to the house. It was a long iron wire soft armor with a hood and a high collar. The iron wire was very thin and dense, interlocking with each other.

Ankle-length.

Qin Xiuyuan touched it with his hand. Only the 100 most elite soldiers under his command now have this soft armor. It is an invulnerable weapon and is also flexible. Only the top ten soldiers with the most military merits or the strongest in drills can get this reward... A most skilled craftsman can only complete a palm-length of work in a day. Armor is rare and this item is precious.

The vanguard who can frighten the enemy with one against thirty, in addition to martial arts and courage, is given confidence by armor and soft armor.

As a general, he half-knelt to put on the soft armor for his soldier son, put on the hat, and there were thin ropes on both sides of the face that connected each other. With a pull of his hands, the armor was tightly fitted. Except for the eyes, all other parts of the body were exposed within the soft armor.

"Dabao, martial arts training is very tiring." He met his son's gaze, "If you're tired, tell your parents."

The fat man rubbed his hands left and right, ignoring the complex emotions in the depressed old man's heart, and tried to run, "Haha! Dad, we're going to the military camp tomorrow."

Showing off by running back and forth.

Laozi was slightly sad at night, "Take Fatty to the tent tomorrow."

Wangshu is afraid of heat, so he pushes the fire close to himself, "It's hot. Bring Wangcai together."

No matter how hot it got, the man wouldn't let go, not moving an inch. "Bear with it," the trapped woman said, reaching through the collar of her suspenders to touch the soft flesh that was half exposed. "That's enough, comfort me."

Now that my period is over, I have to start earning attendance awards.

Half an hour later, the woman in suspenders was helped to sit steadily, sweat dripping down her body, her skirt lifted to her waist. "...Let me down..."

The man loved to touch her extremely bloated belly and pinch it, which would make the woman cry pitifully, "...Xiuyuan..."

Wangshu, who was almost exhausted, could not bear such a base and was unable to move. He was almost dead. At this moment, he begged him, "It hurts, don't press it, ~~"

The more she begged him weakly, the more he liked her delicate tone and demeanor. Her soft flesh jumped out from her collar, homeless, which was pleasing to him. The woman held her slender waist in his hands, letting him make love to her in his hands like rain on her delicate flower.

He folded the handkerchief into a square and handed it to the little woman, pushing her messy hair back into a braid and coaxing her, "So, lie down this time?"

Wangshu is a novice but also wants to play. He can't help but play, and once he does, he becomes a novice. "Ming'er?"

The base loosened, and with a push of his waist, Wangshu moaned twice and returned to the bed. The heaven and hell of the previous second were now empty.

There was still a long way to go. Wangshu handed the handkerchief to the man. This was their tacit understanding: if she handed it to him, it meant he was going to come, and if she handed it to her, it meant he was going to clean up. The man leaned over, patted her, pushed the handkerchief back, and said softly, "If you're tired, just lie down and rest for a while, Shushu."

He meant he wasn't tired, he just needed to be busy. Wangshu shumibbled at him, "It's so hot."

The man carelessly opened the window halfway, then walked back in, his eyes fixed on her. Wangshu collapsed, the handkerchief stuffed back into her mouth, her slip skirt dropped to the ground, and she lay sprawled on the soft pillow. In just a moment, the little brother started playing hide-and-seek again.

Wangshu, a place of refuge for hide-and-seek, can only be hidden in time and time again. "Let me see where I am..." The man's voice was sometimes far away and sometimes close, his hand always hovering on his belly to measure the position...

...In the midst of ups and downs, Wangshu has prayed to God a thousand times, hoping that in the next life she would be a man and Qin Xiuyuan would be a woman, and she would also play with him to death like this every day!