Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

It will be fine once the baby is born. Yes, just be patient.

Chen Yong looked at him unkindly when he heard this: "Hey Dashan, what do you mean? We are all your brothers, why are you yelling at us like that?"

"That's right. If you don't want to play with us, we won't come to you anymore. After all, you are such a nobody that we can't play with you."

How could Chen Dashan bear it when he heard this? He raised his fist and punched the other person in the eye, leaving a purple circle under his eye.

Several people wrestled with each other, and soon three of them felt a chill on their backs. They felt the temperature in the room drop suddenly, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Before they could react, they heard the creepy baby's laughter, a combination of crying and laughing, which was very creepy. The three of them shuddered and looked around in horror.

"What's going on? Dashan, where is the sound of a baby crying in your house? Isn't your wife only three months pregnant? What on earth is going on?"

The three of them let go of their hands and looked around with impatience in their eyes: "Get out, who is playing tricks on you?"

Chen Dashan felt someone kicking him in the stomach, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if their hearts were connected and the child was helping him scare the people who bullied him.

She reached out and touched her belly, her eyes becoming more complicated.

A feeling of regret spread in his heart. If he had not sent his three daughters away, would the children now call him dad? Thinking of this, his nose felt sore and he almost cried.

The three of them didn't find anything, and looked at Chen Dashan doubtfully, and asked tentatively: "Dashan, what's wrong with your house? It feels so gloomy, is it contaminated with some dirty things?"

Chen Dashan raised his head with cold eyes.

"What are dirty things? You are the dirty things. Don't come to my house again. I won't play cards anymore. I want to be a good father and take care of my family, my wife and my children."

"Puchi, you're not crazy, are you? It's pathetic for a grown man to be afraid of his wife."

The baby screamed: "You are the bad guys, Daddy is a good daddy, you are not allowed to bully my daddy."

The three of them looked at his stomach at the same time, pointed and stammered: "You, you, you, why is your stomach talking? Are you pregnant with something?"

Just as he finished speaking, a slap came from nowhere and his face was tilted to the side, leaving a clear little handprint.

"Brother Yong, there are baby handprints on your face. It must be a ghost. Let's go out and find a witch to catch the ghost."

The three of them rushed towards the door, only to see that the door, which had been open, was slammed shut in front of them, as if controlled by an invisible force.

Seeing this, my heart skipped a beat: "What, what happened?"

A baby's giggle could be heard from behind.

Chen Dashan touched his belly and felt relieved when he saw their frightened faces. His eyes flickered, and he lifted his clothes and patted his belly gently.

"Kids, say hello to the three uncles. Remember to come one by one, otherwise the uncles won't be able to tell you apart."

The three of them looked at his belly with an expression as if they had seen a ghost. The next moment, a ghost face appeared directly on his belly, grinning grimly at them.

"Hello uncles, I'm Daya."

Then the second one: "I am Erya."

"..."

The three of them opened their eyes wide and screamed in fear: "Ahhh, ghost, ghost, ghost, there is a ghost, help, someone come and save us quickly."

The sound of footsteps was heard.

Chen Dashan approached step by step, his eyes full of gloom. "When you were playing cards, you kept telling me that sons are good and daughters are a waste."

"I believed your lies and killed my children. Now come and see them. If they weren't dead, they would be calling me daddy by now."

"Yes, yes, Dad is good. We like Dad. Uncle, why are you so mean that you won't let us live?"

Chen Yong pressed his back tightly against the wall, his pupils constricted and his face filled with fear. "No, no, I didn't. It was just a joke, really. I didn't mean to kill you."