I stole your luck and caused my wife's death, making you regret being a human being.

Zuo Ziwen heard what his sister-in-law and Ma Xiaoyan said, "Having a daughter is more caring. After all, sons and daughters are still quite different. Besides, your brother is also looking forward to having a daughter."

"You can also dress her up."

"When she grows up, I'll send her to dance classes..."

Zuo Ziwen has already planned everything for their daughter's future. As parents, Zuo Ziwen feels that she and her husband are far superior to other parents. It is a blessing for the child to be born to them.

Ma Xiaoyan suddenly got angry when she heard this.

You only talk about child planning.

Why don’t you mention when you will pay us back?

Zheng Wendong was unaware of what was happening here. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, he got up and saw Dabao sitting on him and playing for who knows how long. When he saw his father woke up, he immediately smiled at him.

Zheng Wendong stood up and held her in his arms to change her clothes and diaper.

Finally, I found a few pieces of clothes for Dabao to choose from, and she wore whatever she chose.

September, an awkward season that is neither too hot nor too cold.

Dabao likes to be cool again.

She only likes vests, and any clothes with more than one short-sleeved shirt will make her pull them off uncomfortably.

Put the vest bodysuit on her.

Cotton.

Perfect comfort.

Su Ying was still sleeping. Zheng Wendong held the child and pulled the quilt for her. He didn't bother her, left a note and went out.

Dabao's legs were jumping up and down with excitement.

When we arrived at the rental house, it was past ten o'clock and we were just about to start the worship.

Zheng Wendong arrived on time.

Logically, his father's surname is Zheng and Dong Dacheng's surname is Dong.

His biological father's tablet shouldn't be here, it should be at Old Zheng's house.

However, when my biological mother first came out, she had not remarried yet and was still supporting her ex-husband, so this habit continued.

Dong Dacheng didn't say anything.

The Dong family has many ancestors, and they are afraid that Zheng Wendong’s biological father will snatch the tribute.

Zheng Wendong came with pork and fish.

He Shujun took a look and said, "Did your wife do it?"

Zheng Wendong: "Yeah."

He Shujun's expression softened slightly, "That's quite reasonable."

Zheng Wendong didn't respond.

He actually bought the things.

It's a matter of spending some money.

There are some things that you only understand after doing them yourself. Why do many families quarrel during the Chinese New Year and other holidays? Because dealing with these things is time-consuming and laborious. Now that I think about it, it’s basically because women are busy and men don’t work.

If it were you who worked for the day, would you be tired? Not only would you be tired, but you would also see someone sitting idly next to you and making some criticisms from time to time.

The fire must have risen rapidly.

Zheng Wendong was also a rich man in his previous life.

That was the concept he had developed from his childhood environment, that men don't have to do anything.

But when you get old.

He found that he was not happy with the education he received.

The formation of a small family is the mutual contribution of two people. If he was not taught to be a boss, but to work together with his wife to maintain the family, perhaps... Zheng Wendong thought that in his previous life, Su Ying would not have died of dystocia due to injustice, and he would not have been so blind as to fall in love with Yang Yao.

Seemingly benefited.

In fact, they are also victims.

"Uncle!" Dong Li rushed in and was overjoyed to see Dabao. "Dabao, do you remember your sister? Oh dear, you remember me, don't you?"

"Ahhh..." Dabao looked at Dong Li curiously.

At this age, I don’t remember people.

I've long forgotten who this is.

At first, he resisted Dong Li.

Two minutes later.

Reach out for a hug.

Dong Li happily hugged her and said, "Uncle, I'll take Dabao to play with Xiaoxi."

Zheng Wendong saw that she was holding the baby securely, more reliable than the second child, so he warned her, "Don't take her out."

I just didn't care.

I just keep my ears open to hear Dabao's voice, and if there is no sound, I will go out to check.

Dong Li took Dabao and put him together with Dong Xi.

Dabao and Dongxi looked at each other.

Dong Xi reached out and touched Dabao curiously.

Dabao opened his mouth and swallowed her hand.

Dong Xi's eyes lit up and he stretched out his other fist: "Ahhhh..."

Dabao: “Da da da!”

Dong Xi: “Ah!”

Dabao: “Ahhh…”

The two small creatures fluttered around happily, and Dabao quickly pounced on Dong Xi, pressing on her.

Dong Xi didn't cry even when he was pressed down, but laughed happily.

Dong Li quickly separated the two of them, "Don't fight, you're not a good kid if you fight."

Dong Wenke: "Sister, be friendly, like this, a friendly bump."

He took Dong Xi's hand and gently touched Dabao's face.

Dabao grinned, raised his butt happily and sat down heavily again.

Seeing that Dabao was cute, Dong Wen took out Dong Xi's toys and placed them between her two sisters for them to play with.

A group of older kids surrounded the two younger ones and couldn't take good care of them.

Oh, except Dong Yao.

This guy is now eyeing the food for ancestor worship, ready to grab the biggest meat bun first.

Zheng Wendong didn't fit in with the old Dong family and came out to look after the children.

The child of the Dong family.

Somewhat magical.

To put it simply, a group of unreliable second-generation adults gave birth to a group of reliable third-generation children.

Don't talk about the outcome.

At least one of them didn't grow crooked.

Dong Li is the gentlest and most tolerant among these children, and is like an older sister.

It also makes sense for parents.

When I met him, even among my relatives, I knew that this uncle was very unreliable and had no wife or children, so he had a bad reputation.

Dong Li would still respectfully call him uncle, buy him food, and care about his health.

As for Dong Yao, no matter how high his achievement is, he won’t be able to achieve it, and no matter how low his achievement is, he won’t be able to achieve it either.

As for the third room.

The most promising one is Dong Xi.

In the previous life, from a child model to a celebrity, she was a shining star in the eyes of her relatives.

My third brother and his wife have indeed raised this child very well.

just.

Zheng Wendong glanced at Dong Xi who was having fun playing with Dabao. Dong Xi was born in the best family among the three generations of children. She was the most promising and had the most worries. Her parents cared about her enough. The third brother and his wife didn't even lack her money to spend, but she suffered from depression.

Zuo Ziwen didn't tell his child because he was afraid that his child would be discriminated against by relatives.

It was Dong Si who discovered this and told Zheng Wendong, who also said that the reason for Dong Xi's depression was because her parents asked too much from her. In short, Dong Xi was good at making money, and no matter how much Zuo Ziwen and Dong Hua gave her, they would ask for more from her to give to their two sons. Outsiders only saw the loving father and filial son in this family, but they could not see the factors that formed this glamorous appearance.

Speaking of Dong Si.

Zheng Wendong felt that this little sister was a magical existence.

She likes to explore the secrets of her family members. She likes to explore everyone's secrets and gossip, and she knows some of everyone's secrets.

Zheng Wendong was distracted.

Dong Li brought Dong Xi over and shouted, "Aunt San, my sister is lala."

Zuo Ziwen is busy.

Dong Sidao said, "Give it to me."

She carried Dong Xi, who was reluctant to leave her eldest child, to change his diaper, wash his butt, and then when she was about to put a diaper on him, Dong Si was suddenly stunned. She lifted the hem of the child's clothes and saw a bruise on the child.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably just move past the possible collision.

But this is Dong Si.

Like to explore gossip secrets.

She looked at the bruise, and no matter how she thought about it, it didn't make sense. Dong Xi couldn't even crawl, how could he have hit his waist? A toy? That didn't seem likely...

More like finger pinch marks.