Queen, forced marriage

Breakfast was a mess in panic and embarrassment. When she finally stepped out of her house with her bag in hand, Her Majesty the Queen let out a sigh of relief. She promised that she would never do this in the kitchen with Lin Zikui in her life. This kind of thing, even if Jin Mo is not at home, she won't do it anymore.

As if thinking of something again, she took out the small mirror and foundation in her bag. The tooth marks from the little guy's bite just now haven't disappeared. It seems that she needs to apply a thick layer of foundation on her face to cover it up. Okay!

What about Writer Lin? Today is Friday. Parent-child activities are held in the kindergarten. In the morning, accompanied by parents, I play games with my children at school. In the afternoon, I can let the baby rest at home. Her Majesty is busy with work, although she is very busy. I am reluctant to wait for this opportunity to get close to the baby, but I can't come here.

The games are also boring, such as eagle catching chicks, throwing handkerchiefs and other games that Writer Lin was tired of playing when he was a child, there is no other novelty.

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It was finally noon, and Her Majesty the Queen called back to socialize with clients, so she didn't come back for dinner.

Baby Jinmo had a great time playing with the children all morning. After eating, he rubbed his eyes and clamored to go to sleep. Lin Zikui didn't plan to wake him up until 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Thinking that my daughter was tired, it would be good to get some sleep in the afternoon, and she was still busy handing in the manuscript, so her ears would be clean.

"Bang bang bang... big, big."

Lin Jinmo kept patting on Lin Zikui's study door with her frail little hands, so frightened that Writer Lin hurriedly pushed away the computer on the desk and ran to open the door.

"What's the matter, baby?" As soon as the door was opened, the little guy pouted, lowered his head, and didn't look at her.

Realizing that something was wrong with her daughter, Lin Zikui knelt down and stroked Jinmo's head, "Why don't you talk, are you hungry?"

He took a step back to distance himself from Lin Zikui, avoided Lin Zikui's hand on his head, and stood there dumbfounded holding the corner of his pajamas.

"Do you want to be big? It's still a nightmare. Come on, big big hug, okay?" After finishing speaking, he got up and went forward to hug the little guy and give him some comfort, but Lin Jinmo avoided him again up.

As if thinking of something, Lin Zikui pulled the little guy to her, touched her crotch, suddenly realized and at the same time couldn't laugh or cry, "Hehehehe... How old are you, my precious daughter, and you still wet the bed!?"

It wasn't Lin Zikui who was afraid of scolding her, but Lin Zikui was afraid that she would laugh at her. Lin Jinmo would have been sad and blamed himself, but this time when he heard Da Da say that about her, he couldn't help crying for a moment.

Lin Zikui was so frightened that he hugged the little guy in his arms and patted and coaxed him: "I don't blame you baby, I don't blame you."

"I want my mother, I want my mother, don't give me a big hug..." In Writer Lin's arms, he kept punching and kicking relentlessly, thrashing and tossing fiercely.

Holding his baby in his arms with difficulty, he carried the little guy into the bedroom, put him on the bed, took off his wet pants, and found a clean pair to put on for him.Lin Jinmo is also smart, and has been patiently waiting for her big brother to put on her clothes and pants for her, and then lay on the bed and continued to cry, "I don't want to play with big brother, I want to find my mother, find my mother."

Looking at her daughter's battle, I'm afraid that this battle will not be appeased for a while, so she reluctantly took out her mobile phone and dialed Fang Yiai's number for the little guy, but the secretary answered, when she was ruthlessly told that Boss Fang During the meeting, Lin Zikui only felt that one head was two big, and picked up the little ancestor on the bed, regardless of the unfinished manuscript, walking around the house, upstairs and downstairs, from the kitchen to the toilet to the living room.Riding a horse for a while, singing for a while, anyway, I tried my best until the little guy calmed down, and the hour hand on the clock had moved to the 4th position. The obedient hair is scattered on the shoulders, and it looks very tired!

Staring at Lin Jinmo who was sitting on the sofa playing with toys, Lin Zikui secretly made several bad faces to vent her dissatisfaction. She is really old and can't stand this guy's torment.

"Momo, let Da Da go to the study to play, okay, Da Da still has a lot of work to do."

"No," climbed to the other side of the sofa, distanced himself from Lin Zikui, and started entertaining himself again. Lin Jinmo was playing hard and didn't want to move away at all.

Seeing his daughter treat him so indifferently, without even looking at her, Writer Lin felt very sad. He looked resentfully at his daughter who was playing hard. She didn't give her any kisses. It's really a daughter who has grown up and is not close to her anymore!

"Then you have fun here, don't touch things, don't run around, you know." If other parents leave their children alone in the living room, they must be worried, but who is Writer Lin, a well-known talented woman of the generation, The child born must be well-behaved and sensible.She would listen to everything she asked, so she didn't hesitate any more. She clearly knew that the manuscript could no longer be in arrears. Her few editors were desperately urging her every day, so they came to her house to chase and intercept her!

After finally sitting on the chair in his study room again, it was the first time he knew how soft and comfortable the chair was, and he sighed that he didn't know how to cherish it before.Turning his neck, beating his sore shoulders and rubbing his broken waist, he sighed in a hoarse voice, "It's really not human work to take care of children!"

Put on the eyes on the table again, light up the computer screen, and continue the unfinished plot just now.

Lin Zikui's habit of writing is to automatically block all interference. In just a few minutes, she will devote herself wholeheartedly. Her fingers tap on the keyboard quickly and nimbly. have no idea.

"Great!"

"what!"

Startled by Lin Jinmo's yell, Lin Zikui stared in surprise, looked down at the baby who had come to him, swallowed in shock, and patted his chest comfortingly, puzzled. He asked, "Jin Mo, when did you come in?"

The little guy pouted aggrievedly, stared at Lin Zikui's face with tears in his eyes, and said sadly: "I've called you Da Da several times, but Da Da Da ignores me, Da Da Da doesn't like Momo anymore."

"No, nothing, it's just that Da Da was too focused and didn't notice you."

After getting the simple answer, Lin Jinmo believed it was true, and immediately faded the haze from his face, leaned on Lin Zikui's leg, climbed into Writer Lin's arms along his leg, then smiled and asked Writer Lin triumphantly: Do you know how long toothpaste can be squeezed?"

"How far?" What kind of question is this? Writer Lin, who is full of literary talents, can only shake his head at this strange question. "I don't know what kind of question it is."

"Hahahaha...Momo knows." Lin Jinmo suddenly took out the shrunken toothpaste from behind and put it in Lin Zikui's hand, "It's the length from the door downstairs to the door of the big study!"

I didn't expect my daughter to be able to tell the answer. She stared blankly at the new toothpaste she bought from the supermarket the day before yesterday, and a bad feeling came over her. She quickly put down her daughter who was sitting on her lap, and rushed to to the door.

In just a few seconds, Writer Lin, who has always been calm, uttered a scream of "My God", turned his head with red eyes, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: " Lin, Jin, Mo, come here!"

"I want to find my mother."

"I'll hit you too if your mother is here."

"Ah, ah, don't, don't, don't hit Momo. Woooooo... Momo is the best, the best."

Although the child didn't understand what he had done wrong, he still had the ability to read words and expressions. Xiao Jinmo realized that the momentum was wrong, so she quickly hid under the desk, instinctively clutching her little buttocks.Lin Zikui has always been very strict with Lin Jinmo at home, and strictly abides by the phrase "a filial son is born under a stick".

"Come out!" He stepped forward, bent down, and wanted to pull this disobedient kid out. He was so bold that he squeezed the toothpaste all over the floor. It was obvious that Fang Yiai's cosmetics were still lying on the floor. This only shows that this little ancestor didn't just squeeze toothpaste at all, but also squeezed everything that could be squeezed.

Seeing Lin Zikui approaching, Lin Jinmo quickly crawled out from the other side, crying, "Don't dare, Momo won't dare anymore!"

Dodging Lin Zikui's pursuit, Xiao Jinmo ran out of the study and downstairs, even running away with her slippers.Turning around, I saw the menacing Writer Lin holding a feather duster and pulling his sleeves around his wrists.

But fortunately, God favored me. As soon as I ran downstairs, I saw my mother who was opening the door with the key by herself.

Seeing Fang Yiai was like seeing his own savior, the little guy threw himself into Fang Yiai's arms with snot and tears in his eyes, crying loudly, "Mom, mom hit me hard!"

He was quite frightened by the little baby's posture, but felt even more distressed by the heartbroken daughter who was crying in his arms. He picked her up and gently wiped away the teardrops on her face. When she looked up, she saw the angry baby husband Stand opposite.

"Xiao Ai, get out of the way and see if I don't beat her up today."

"What's wrong with her? You can't talk well, you scared her."

She turned her body slightly so that the beauty could take a good look at the scenery behind her: "Look at the good deeds she has done. One inadvertently squeezed all the toothpaste and your cosmetics on the floor. It's simply lawless!"

"Then you can't beat her, she is still young, if there is anything she doesn't understand, you can teach her well, why are you beating her!"

Hugging her daughter tightly, staring at Lin Zikui, her face was full of stubbornness, like a mother who would never stop with you if you hit her!