big belly rushing forward

Call Uncle! "

"it is good."

"What are you talking about, you old man! It was agreed last night, and people will laugh when they meet, will they laugh at you!" Mrs. Brown couldn't stand it and gave her husband a blank look.

I don't know if it's because of seeing his grandson, but Mr. Brown's complexion is better than yesterday.

"Ahem... Wyke, come to Grandpa." Mr. Brown, who hadn't hugged enough yesterday, waved to Wyke, smiling until all the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were squeezed together, but it was more than ten thousand times more kind than a straight face.

Wyke glanced at grandma, then stretched out his hand to grandpa, "Grandpa, are you feeling better?"

"I wish Grandpa could see Wyke," said Mr. Brown, caressing Wyke's immature face with his unstitched hand.

"Hey." Wyke smiled and shrank his neck.

Watching this scene silently, Alves consciously wanted to step aside and be embraced by Rick again.

Glancing at him, when everyone was not paying attention, he raised his hand and pressed hard on the wound on his back that was still wrapped in gauze.

It doesn't hurt anymore, right?

Rick looked down at the top of his lover's head, wondering when he had developed this bad habit of rubbing on painful spots.

Mrs. Brown saw everything in her eyes, smiled and looked away, and called the nurse to bring the food.

After the meal, Wyke leaned on Rick Wyke to play games. From time to time, there were exclamations and Rick's laughter, probably winning the game.

Mr. Brown winked at Alves, patted the seat next to him, and motioned him to sit here, as he had something to say.

Alves sat and listened to what he had to say.

"How have you been these years?" was Mr. Brown's opening line.

"It's good, but I have to go to work, and I don't have much time to spend time with Wyke [Rebirth]." Alves said without a trace of complaint in his tone.

He didn't regret having Wyck at all, really.

In the past few years, if he hadn't been accompanied by Wyke, he probably wouldn't have had a hard time. He had just lost his love and had to leave the place where he grew up. Those who were not strong would probably not be able to bear it.

He has never been a strong person. If it wasn't for the fact that he found Wyke at the lowest point, or he would really choose to end everything, that period was really difficult.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry for my previous behavior." Mr. Brown remembered and was immediately suppressed by Alves.

"I don't work hard, don't do this." It's too embarrassing for the elders to bow down or something.

"Then when will you get the certificate! How about letting the child be named Brown?"

"..." Mr. Brown's topic changed too quickly, Alves was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "We are not in a hurry, the important thing is that your illness should recover quickly."

As for the child's last name, he doesn't care, as long as it is his own child.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Brown was not in a hurry, and patted the back of his hand, "Take care of your body and try to have another granddaughter in the next two years!"

Speaking of this, Alves froze his body and smiled grimly, neither refusing nor agreeing.

God knows he can no longer give birth!

She was pregnant right after the operation, and she had to run around after she got pregnant, and she didn't get a good rest. With Wyke's birth, the fragile uterus also fell off, and it had to be taken out in the end, and this operation could not be performed again in the future.

(four)

People are in good spirits on happy occasions. Mr. Brown is accompanied by his grandson, and his body recovers quickly. He can stand up in just a month. Don't hold the grandson too neatly.

Except for a period of trouble because of the problem of returning to live in China, everything else was very pleasant. Before I knew it, it had been almost two months. Lin Yi called to ask when to go back. with.

Half a month later, Mr. Brown was discharged from the hospital, and Alves also lived in the Brown Manor.

Looking at the castle-like house, Wyke felt here, running and jumping, his face was full of brilliance, and he was so excited.

After reading the notice sent by the hospital, Alves also knew that his vacation was a bit long this time, and he had to discuss with Rick when he would go back, otherwise his job would be lost!

At this time, Rick came out of the shower, with a white towel casually wrapped around his waist, the perfect mermaid line was exposed, and some wet drops of water dripped down, making Alves so sexy that he was about to squirt nosebleeds.

In order to get down to business, Alves endured the quilt and covered him, rejecting his seductive behavior.

"What are you thinking? Baby went to dad's place?" Rick put his arms around his waist in a good mood, rubbing against some restless part all the time.

"En." Alves nodded, patted him on the shoulder to signal him to sit down, "I have something to tell you."

"What?" Rick sat down immediately, probably knowing what he was going to say, "You want to go back to City X?"

"Well, the dean urged me to go back to the good son-in-law of the Tang Dynasty."

"Do you have to do it? Why don't you come back and start your own clinic again, you don't have to be so tired, the restaurant's daily turnover is enough to support you for a month." Rick said distressedly.

He wanted to make up for the lost years, and he went all out with Alves. As soon as he heard that he still had to work, he immediately said that he would support him, but he would also respect his opinion.

"No, this is my job." Alves shook his head, he would not resign in a short time.

"I respect you, let's talk to Dad tomorrow! Let's go back together." As he spoke, Rick became restless again, and his hands had already penetrated from the hem of his clothes, groping back and forth.

"Speaking of business, what are you doing?" Alves pressed his flailing big hand slightly angrily, "Can you put on your clothes and talk properly?"

He was clearly talking serious, but this person acted like a cockroach, which made people speechless.

"Work hard for my daughter." Rick said while kissing his collarbone, regretful of missing his son's growth, but didn't notice the sudden change in Alves' face, and continued, "Al, give birth to another daughter for me! "

Alves froze, Rick quickly noticed something was wrong with him, looked up at his face, "What's wrong?"

Alves didn't speak, turned his face away with a livid face, "I can't reproduce anymore."

Rick was a little surprised. After he got back together, Alves showed such a repulsive expression, thinking that he didn't want to have another child. After all, he was a man, and he was not like Lin Yi, who was born with a natural ability to give birth, so he lay down. Going back to him, hugging him and saying softly, "Then we won't have a baby."

"Rick, it's not that I don't want to have a baby." Alves leaned in his arms. Although he still felt pain from the knife when thinking about it, he still wanted to have a baby, but he couldn't!

"kindness?"

"When I was pregnant with Wyke, the artificial uterus hadn't fully fitted my body. I could only lie on the bed after six months, except for the weight of the fetus. Wyke was taken out at seven months, and the uterus It has been necrotic and fallen off, and the senior took it out for me that day, and I will not be able to perform uterine surgery in the future, that is to say, I will not be able to give birth." After finishing speaking in one breath, he found that Rick's face was a little bad, and said : "If you want, you can be a surrogate, but it can't happen a few years ago."

Rick hugged him tightly with heartache, "I won't have a baby, we don't have a surrogate, one Waike is enough, I'm sorry baby."

He never knew that he had caused so much harm to Alves, and realized that what he said just now had also hurt him virtually, so he hugged him even tighter.

"It's okay, as long as you don't hide it from me, I can accept it." Alves said that he could accept it, but his tone was a bit sour when he thought of having children with other women.

"Is this an acceptable tone?" Rick kissed the top of his hair and picked his chin, "It smells sour."

Alves glanced at him, "Sleep."

Rick pushed his ass against a bump. "I'm hungry."

Alves blushed and pushed him, "Go down and eat."

"I want to eat you more." As soon as he finished speaking, Rick pressed on him, blocking him from speaking next.

Soon, suspicious voices came from the room, which continued to elongate and did not stop for a long time.

Wyke suddenly pursed his lips in displeasure, and shook his head slightly.