marital love  

Luo Yuyao never thought about what kind of father he would be when he had a child

good dad bad dad

He never thought about it.

However, when he fell in love with Yu Jinxuan, he felt that he would be a good father.After having a child, he will teach the child to read, read, draw, play chess, ride a bicycle, and even drive a car. He will give his child the best.

As long as she is willing to have children for herself, it doesn't matter how many more.Anyway, I can afford it.

As he was imagining it, a pillow hit his head.

Yu Jinxuan stood in front of him, shook his hands in front of his eyes, and asked, "Stop thinking about it. Remember, don't bring up this topic in the future. Next, let's talk about business. It’s in that house. When you have time, come back with me to pick it up.”

He still nodded with a smile, and said, "My wife, if you have something to do, you can demolish it at will, and just be there for your husband at any time."

"I really doubt if you are the leader. You should be serious about your work. Don't be compared to me. I will work hard. Do you know?" She said seriously, as if declaring war.

He also stood up, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, without losing his seriousness, he said solemnly: "Student Yu Jinxuan is welcome to challenge at any time. I just accept the offer. But"

As soon as the subject changed, he suddenly hugged her by the waist, no matter how much she struggled and beat her, he was like a boulder, unmoving.

Until he carried her back to the bedroom and closed the door.

After some intimacy, Luo Yuyao fell into a deep sleep.

Listening to the even breathing around her, she felt a sense of security that she had never felt before.

She quietly lifted a corner of the quilt and tiptoed out of bed.

Came to the desk, took out the work notebook, and wrote on it: "Yu Jinxuan wants to work hard to be a woman with connotations, and reject vases"

And behind the vase, there is an emphasis number.

He simply took a shower, crawled back into bed, and soon fell asleep.

On Friday night, she made an appointment with him to go back to that house to pick up things.

There are all kinds of feelings in her heart.

That home is called home, because there used to be happy memories of my parents and myself.

However, ten years ago, after my mother passed away, my father couldn't wait to bring back his stepmother and his younger sister who was only two months younger than him.

So, is it still my home?

Later, her stepmother gave birth to a younger brother for her.How can one's own status have any status.I even graduated from college by working part-time.

She couldn't help sighing, feeling that her current life was really like a dream.

She was very afraid of that family.

I was afraid that once I went back, I would be beaten back to my original shape like Cinderella who lost her glass slipper.No prince, no happy life.

Some are just the bitter exclusion from the stepmother, and the cynicism from the younger sister and younger brother.More is the father's indifference and acquiescence.

She suddenly shuddered a little, and grabbed his hand nervously.

He could feel the cold sweat on her palms.She comforted her softly, "Honey, don't be afraid, I'm here for everything."

She shook her head and said, "I'm worried, it's all a dream. When I go back to the previous home, I will wake up from the dream. I"

He knew that this was a knot in her heart, and only by opening it could she truly be herself.A carefree person.