Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Xue Ming seemed to have fallen asleep, and there was no movement heard in the room. He lay on the window sill and watched for a while before Song Pingan realized from the "being a father", as if a thorn was stuck in his throat. Can't swallow or spit.

While lying on the bed, he touched the place where Xue Ming had been sleeping, and found it was empty, making it difficult for him to sleep.

He sighed, closed his eyes tightly, and counted silently in his heart for a long time before he gradually became sleepy.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, there was a rustling sound in his ear.Before I could open my eyes, something slammed down with a bang.

He got up abruptly and met Xue Ming's eyes.

"you……"

"I climbed over the window." Xue Ming said honestly, then rubbed his arm that hurt from the fall, and said, "The door is closed."

"You!" Song Pingan glared at him angrily, "You are pregnant with a child, do you know it!"

I thought that he was pregnant with a child and was a new father, so he should think about the child, but he didn't expect that he only cared about having fun.

Just when Song Ping'an was so angry that his teeth were itching, Xue Ming snorted and said, "Don't worry, the child is fine."

"It's okay if you say it's okay?" Song Pingan hurriedly jumped out of bed and hugged a bed of cotton wool, meaning to let him lie down.

Xue Ming let out an ouch and blinked at him, "Ping An, my stomach hurts a bit."

"You wait for me to call grandma." Song Ping'an rolled over and got off the bed, Xue Ming grabbed his arm quickly and said, "Ping'an, rub it."

"Knead it?" Song Ping'an felt that now is not the time to mess around. Just now his mother had taught him that no matter what happens, a stomachache is a big deal.

"Yes, just rub it." Xue Ming pulled him towards him forcefully, and said seriously, "The child misses his father."

Song Ping'an was so frightened by his "Daddy", he stammered, "You, don't talk nonsense!"

"No nonsense, if you don't believe me, ask him if it's true." Xue Ming puffed up his stomach and put his hand on it, and said vigorously, "You can find out by touching it."

At first Song Ping'an was touching through a layer of clothes, but then Xue Ming slowly pulled the clothes up.

Song Ping'an had a thick layer of calluses on his smooth belly, making Xue Ming squint his eyes comfortably as if he was massaging, and praised: "Ping'an, your child said he wanted you to touch the bottom."

"What?" Song Ping'an looked at his so-called bulged place dubiously, which made him speechless, and wanted to scold him for being shameless, but then remembered what Song's mother had said before.

Mother and child are connected, Xue Ming can do what the child wants to do.

At this moment, he felt that this was not true at all, and he did not believe that unborn children could be so evil.

After waiting for a long time for his movement, Xue Ming had no choice but to take the initiative, grabbed his wrist and touched down, saying, "Ping An, do you remember the last time I helped you?"

Song Pingan wanted to say that he didn't remember, but he couldn't help remembering that Xue Ming was lying on top of him, so that he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Okay, don't worry, I won't let you do that." Xue Ming smiled at him, just took his hand to hold it, then closed his eyes and began to enjoy, saying, "Safe, please help me and the child .”

Hearing his weak words, Song Ping'an's heart softened.

"I'm looking at the child's face." Song Pingan didn't know whether he was comforting himself or looking for reasons for Xue Ming.

Xue Ming was made comfortable by him and snorted twice.

After waiting for Xue Ming to be satisfied, Song Ping'an let go of his hands with a swipe of the floor, hurriedly found him some clothes, and said, "I'm going to fetch water for you, you go back to sleep."

"My bed has collapsed, can I come to your house to sleep?" Xue Ming sat up limply, speaking seriously.

"What do you say?"

"My bed has collapsed, can I come to your house to sleep?" Xue Ming repeated.

"The bed board has collapsed?" Song Pingan looked at him suspiciously, completely unable to figure out why the bed board would collapse.

Xue Ming said again: "The bed board collapsed before I lay down on it."

"Then..." Song Ping'an was stunned. Although he didn't finish the bed board by himself, but with the level of his work, it would never collapse.

It is conceivable that someone must have tampered with it, and this person is none other than Xue Ming himself.

Xue Ming shook his head and said, "When I saw it, I felt uncomfortable all over. After tossing about for a while, it collapsed."

Song Pingan didn't believe it, so he opened the door to see for himself.

After a while, he came back with the corners of his mouth twitching, and said through gritted teeth, "You can really make a fuss."

"It's not that I can make a fuss." Xue Ming stared at his stomach with his mouth pursed, "I don't know what's going on, but as long as I don't see you recently, I feel irritable."

My mother said that pregnant people have a particularly bad temper and are easily irritable.

Could it be Xue Ming too?

Song Ping'an felt distressed suddenly, and said, "I'll make you another one tomorrow."

"Is the safe kitchen short of wood?"

"What's the meaning?"

After he blinked to remind him, Song Ping'an understood what he meant, and said: "I'll tell my mother tomorrow, you go to bed first."

As he said that, he grabbed the clothes hanging on the bed and went out.

"Hello!" Xue Ming called to stop him, "My stomach hurts."

"Pain?" Song Ping'an stopped and looked at him.

"The child told me just now that he wanted to have a conversation with his father." Xue Ming never blushed when he lied, and he told the truth, which stunned Song Pingan for a while.

Song Ping'an walked over again, at a loss, and asked, "Then what do I need to do?"

"You keep touching my belly." Xue Ming frowned, "This way the child will know that his father is here."

"Is that so?" Song Pingan put his hand on it cautiously, and glanced at him, fearing that he might react again.

But he was caught by Xue Ming, who made him laugh out loud, "Ping An, the child said his father is very cute."

I don't know why Song Ping'an wanted to beat him to death, but he couldn't bear it.

At Xue Ming's request, he put his hands on Xue Ming's stomach the whole night.

Ever since Song Ping'an went to the business with Xue Ming, Song's mother has developed the habit of getting up early. When she got up, she went to pick up eggs to make a custard for Xue Ming. When she passed by Song Ping'an's room, she saw that the window was open and was about to close it. When I was there, I looked at Song Ping'an as if he was holding someone, and lowered his head to look into the gap.

Immediately, he was furious at the scene inside, but he didn't go in to call them up. He waited until Song Ping'an got up before calling them to teach him, saying: "Ping'an, what did Mommy say to you last night?"

"Aunt told me to treat Xue Ming well." Song Pingan felt guilty, and now Xue Ming was still lying in his room.

Song's mother punched him resentfully, "You forgot what I told you before? You are not married yet, how can you sleep together?"

He defended himself in a low voice: "Before... I also slept."

Song's mother felt depressed when she thought of this. Before, she let Xue Ming and Song Ping'an sleep together, but they actually slept together.

He simply let them go, gave him the money in his hand, and said: "Go and buy some food, such as candied fruit, red dates, etc., and buy some eggs. The hens in our family can't lay a few eggs. We can't treat Xue Ming badly."

"Okay." If the money was spent on himself, he would definitely not be willing, but it would be different if the money was spent on Xue Ming.

Song Pingan put the money away and was ready to go to the street.

Just as he was about to leave, Xue Ming came out of the room yawning and shouted, "Ping An, where are you going?"

"Mother has already prepared the meal, you can eat later, I will go to the street." Song Ping'an said.

Xue Ming hummed, and went back to the room. Song Ping'an went to look for Old Man Niu. As soon as he got into the cart, Old Man Niu said, "Why are you alone today?"

"He's resting at home."

The old man Niu squatted on the ground and ate the pancakes baked by his wife until Xue Ming caught up with him.

Song Ping'an's face turned dark when he saw him, and said, "Why are you here?"

"Go to the town to see how the restaurant is doing." Xue Ming pushed himself up from the ground with one hand.

"Why are you still like this?" Song Pingan stared at him, afraid that something would happen if he was not careful.

"It's alright, I'm measured."

After the old man finished eating the pancakes, he sat up with a whip and said with a smile, "I knew you would come up."

"I'm sorry." Xue Ming would bring some food to Old Niu's house every time he came back, and the two had a good relationship.

Old man Niu told them interesting stories of the past two days: "Ping'an, your uncle is really noisy. He ran to the door of Wen Ge'er's house every day, pestering Wen Ge'er to consummate the house with your paralyzed cousin."

"It deserves it." Song Pingan replied.

"It deserves it." The old man Niu waved his whip, and said, "Xue Ming's family also came today, which is also interesting. Usually there are so many lively, capable men chasing Wen Geer. I have chosen a home among the two handicapped."

Xue Ming yawned and said lazily, "This is what you deserve."

Pregnant women love to sleep, Song Pingan took the initiative to lean on his shoulder and coughed suggestively.

Xue Ming glanced at him, crossed his arms, and said, "No matter who Wen Geer marries, this life will be difficult."

The old man Niu agreed: "Yes, this child is ruined."

The bullock cart drove towards the town unhurriedly, Xue Ming staggered, and frightened Song Pingan to death several times, and finally couldn't help but hug him directly, pressed him in his arms, and said: "I will give you Rely on this time."

"Okay." If you don't want to take advantage of the bastard, Xue Ming made a gesture and leaned over.