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Triple Milk Baby: Mommy is not easy to chase after running away Chapter 1
Triple Milk Baby: Mommy is not easy to chase after running away Chapter 1
Song Zhitong woke up, his whole body hurt as if he had been crushed.
There was a rushing sound from the bathroom, and she suddenly realized that she was not in her coat! !
The skull exploded in an instant! A crack appeared in her expression.
On the sofa and the ground not far away, private clothes are scattered…
Fuck, trough! ! !
Suddenly, the breathtaking scenes of last night flooded into my mind!
Yesterday she was green by her boyfriend, so she ran to the nightclub alone to dispatch…
As a result, she seemed to have kissed a handsome and scumbag by the strength of the wine… and then there was an unspeakable night of passion…
So, the person who is taking a shower in the bathroom now is! ! !
Song Zhitong’s heart convulsed for a while, and he almost lost his breath.
It’s over, it’s dead, dead…
She endured the tearing pain on her body, and Sa Yazi ran away!
She got dressed first, and ran to the door like a rabbit, hesitated again, pulled out three big oceans from her purse and put them on the table.
“I am a poor college student, and I only have so much. I’m sorry to be handsome.”
Then, she pressed the doorknob and ran away without looking back.
……
Three years later.
In the old tube building.
Song Zhitong slept soundly with his arms around two hot little dumplings, and heard a familiar little milky voice telling a story in a daze.
“Mr. Fox’s tail is very long, and there is magic~”
Song Zhitong opened his eyes and thought that the little people in the quilt were talking in a dream.
One or two… She hummed softly and habitually took the children into her arms…
Huh?
What about the third one?
Where’s Xiao Li Wu?
Song Zhitong got up, gently moved the two arrogant male Baosteel Yi and Fubag on the bed, and rummaged for his little daughter Li Guo, and found that she was not here.
After listening carefully, there was a sound of ping-pong-pong from the kitchen, and Song Zhitong showed a motherly smile and went out to find someone.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw a little man with flour on his hair, face, and body, just like a little cat, soft and cute.
Xiao Limao’s ten short little fingers are stuck with small sticky noodle balls, sometimes they can’t be separated together, and the little hands look like duck feet!
Song Zhitong laughed in favor, “Xiao Liwo, why did you run into the kitchen to play alone again?”
She reached out and hugged her soft body, and couldn’t help but kiss her little cheek.
Xiao Liwu’s eyes flashed with stars, her hands were not long, flat or flat, and some blackened masterpieces were shown to her mother, “Ma Ma, you Tan, Mr. Fox!”
Song Zhitong: “…” It can’t be said to be exactly the same, it can be said that it doesn’t matter.
In the next second, she suddenly realized that the noodles that her daughter had been’ravaged’ were used by the landlord to make noodles at night.
Suddenly, there was a messy head ##@!
She quickly raised her head to look at the chopping board, and sure enough, a large piece of noodles was hollowed out in the middle.
Look at the height again, it just happens that the villain can get it with a tiptoe.
I was negligent, she should put it higher…
The landlord, Zhang Qi, is a civil servant with a regular life. He is serious and meticulous. Song Zhitong shares his three children with him. It is inevitable that he will be disturbed frequently.
“Oops.”
Song Zhitong looked at the time, and there was still an hour before Zhang Qi got off work. She asked Xiao Liwuo to go back to the house to play with her brothers and roll up her sleeves to remedy the scene.
Fortunately, Song Zhitong is a good hand in the kitchen, and she can’t be bothered by this little thing.
Within ten minutes, she cleared the battlefield and returned to the room.
As soon as the door was opened, three small dumplings ran over.
“Mama! Look at my Autobot!” The eldest brother, Gang Ju, grabbed his small eyebrows, with a handsome face that was extremely serious, and he was holding an unidentified face in his hand.
“Ma! This is mine, the meat skewers!” The second brother Fubao, pretending that the meat skewers in his hand are really skewers, smelled intoxicated, and when he raised his little head, the meat on Xiaopang’s face still trembled twice. trembling.
Xiao Liwu also ran over and showed Mr. Fox again.
Song Zhitong squatted down to appreciate it seriously. He had to say that the “skewers” made by Fu Dai was the most fragrant, and senior foodies were indeed not in vain.
Just thinking about it, Song Zhitong’s arms were shaken by a pair of chubby hands.
Fubag’s saliva is about to flow out, “Ma Ma, want to eat meat skewers~”
“Ma Ma, I want to scream too~” Xiao Li Guo couldn’t pronounce some words correctly.
Song Zhitong lowered his head, his gaze swept across their small faces, and finally fell on Gang Ju’s face, as if he had asked his opinion, “Where’s the steel?”
The steel screw swallowed his saliva and shook his head sensibly, “I don’t want to eat.”
The old mother’s heart suddenly felt sour.
She doesn’t have a stable income, her daily expenses are high, and she is very short on milk powder, so the child hasn’t eaten meat for a long time.
Seeing the expectant eyes of the little dumplings, Song Zhitong’s heart was broken.
She took all the three little people in her arms, like three small heaters, warm and soft.
After thinking about it for a long time, Song Zhitong decided to be ignorant of his conscience and lie to the children…
“I heard Uncle Zhang Qi said that his dough has magic. As long as he eats it, he can have magic. When my brother eats Autobots, he has the superpowers of Autobots. If the blessed bag eats skewers, it will change. In bunches, Xiao Riya eats Mr. Fox, and there will be Mr. Fox’s magic~”
After finishing speaking, she nodded solemnly to give herself some confidence.
When Xiao Limao heard it, she jumped up in excitement, clapping her hands and applauded, “It’s so annoying, I want to become Mr. Fox~”
“You are not Mr. Fox, you are Miss Fox.” Song Zhitong lightly touched the tip of the little girl’s nose.
Fukubukuro turned around and ran away with the “kebab” in his hand, and then the chicken thief went to secretly remodel it.
Song Zhitong teased him deliberately, “Don’t you want to become a skewers?”
Fortune bag took care of himself, “No! Fortune bag is going to become a shop owner!”
Song Zhitong: “…” Really scheming.
Only the steel screw did not move, and there was no expression on his face. The exquisite facial features carried a kind of noble king demeanor at all times.
Song Zhitong asked curiously: “Is it unhappy that brother can have the super powers of Autobots?”
Gang Ju looked indifferent, “It’s all cheating two-year-olds. I’m already three years old.”
Song Zhitong: “…” Oh~ Excuse me.
