The young man on earth, who was suffocating, looked up and saw the alien with a shy face, like a dog that was abandoned by its owner and picked up again, and thought of an inappropriate description: dogs can't change their eating shit.
Nonsence!
These strange descriptions were forgotten by Wen Qiuxing, and he concentrated on dealing with the vicious dog in front of him: "You..." He raised his hand to scratch his hair, but found that the other party couldn't help squinting his eyes
"It's not that I want to hit you." Wen Qiuxing was speechless.
"What's that?" The king crossed his arms coldly.
Wen Qiuxing has loved this awkward look before, and still wants to love it now.
Holding the idea that maybe the other party is not as difficult to deal with as he imagined, and that it might just be because he has a too hot temper and is too tough, a thought suddenly occupied Wen Qiuxing's mind.
After scratching his head smoothly, he glanced at the blond man with long legs and thin waist: "You just want to stay and take care of me and the baby, right?"
Brother Inner Mongolia's tone this time was a hundred times softer.
Feng Ting, who was a little surprised by this, nodded coldly.
The other person was right, he just wanted to stay and take care of the lonely young father and the tender baby.
As for the rest, he didn't think about it at all.
After getting the answer, Wen Qiuxing said, "The baby is still sleeping inside, let's go in first and then talk."
The king did not move.
If it was before, Wen Qiu would wake up in a hurry, and would have to say: I broke my leg and can't walk, or can I get it if I give you a face
Now, he chooses to use another method.
He stepped back and raised Feng Ting's hand, and dragged him into the room.
How should I put it, after becoming a father, people on Earth still deal with things as before, but they will reflect on whether they did something wrong afterwards.
The king, who hadn't had physical contact with Wen Qiuxing for a long time, the moment he touched the opponent's palm, his breathing slowed a few beats, and then he held it smoothly.
Just glanced to the side.
Two slender, fair-skinned men with well-defined joints held hands together, full of strength.
It's a pity that the distance from the elevator entrance to the room is too short, and the two hands are separated after entering the room.
"Wait a minute, I'll go in and see my son first." Wen Qiuxing thought about his beloved cub in his heart, and when he went in, he felt uneasy and pushed the crib out.
He found that the cub was not sleeping soundly, and while cleaning the baby's supplies, he looked at his ex-husband on the sofa from the corner of his eye.
The other party, who was sitting casually because of a bad mood, had a pair of long legs that seemed to have no place to rest, his elbows resting on the armrest, and his fingertips touched his forehead.
Pack.
Wen Qiuxing doesn't think she will have a headache now!
Embarrassment at best.
Tsk tsk, this is the end of reckless remarks.
But there is a saying that is true, losing face in front of your lover is not a shame, if you can't even bear this, you should be the target of shoveling.
After washing the baby bottle, Wen Qiuxing tried to make a bottle of milk, and tasted the temperature and concentration by himself.
The blond baby covered his mouth with his palm and yawned, his pink lips smashed, and his eyes suddenly opened.
When he was about to cry, Wen Qiuxing swiftly hugged the baby in his arms, and then put the pacifier into the baby's mouth.
"..." The king silently observed the father and son on the sofa.
Speaking of which, this is Wen Qiuxing's first independent breastfeeding. Before that, it was the work of His Majesty Sand Sculpture.
That is to say, the king has personally taken care of the baby since the day it was born, and also took care of Wen Qiuxing, the precious father who had undergone surgery.
It cannot be said that they did not contribute.
Putting the baby to sleep for the second time, Wen Qiuxing immediately put the baby back in the crib, not being used to him.
After all this is done, it's time to talk about them.
Wen Qiuxing walked over, glanced at the handsome and charming king, and sat down beside him: "Let's talk."
This familiar scene directly made Feng Ting tense all the muscles in his body. .
You must know that after going back that time, he lived a period of time that was quite horrible, and he couldn't bear to recall it at all.
"What are you talking about?" the blond man sullenly asked.
"What do you think the baby's name is?" Wen Qiuxing stroked his chin and looked up at the ceiling at a 45° angle.
His Majesty the King didn't say anything, but turned his gray-blue eyes to look at the young man.
It looked so... unbelievable.
"How is Wen Haonan?" Wen Qiuxing patted his thigh: "Let me tell you, my childhood idol was called Chen Haonan! This guy is awesome, everyone calls him Brother Haonan."
Hong Xing and Chen Haonan were popular in the 1990s when they were popular all over the world.
But when he traveled through time, the only one who was still popular was Brother Pheasant who was married and had children, sigh.
The king and Wen Qiuxing have been together for a long time, so they naturally know what 'tough' means.
Idol
"How powerful is it?"
"One person can cut ten." Wen Qiuxing said.
The king rolled his eyes and said nothing.
"..." Wen Qiuxing scratched his head, remembering that His Majesty Sand Sculpture fought bloody battles with fighter planes, and it was no problem to fight a group of alien creatures alone.
No wonder people look down on one and cut ten.
"Then what do you call it?" The earthlings reluctantly gave up Brother Haonan's name.
"Feng Yun." The king said to him.
"Pfft..." Wen Qiuxing thought to himself, are you going to laugh at Brother to death so that he can inherit Brother's cub
One must know that when he heard Feng Yun, Bu Jingyun's little curly hair burst out of his mind.
No, it might as well be Wen Haonan!
Wait, Zai Zai's surname is OK!
Does His Majesty Sand Sculpture have any B numbers that they have divorced
Wen Qiuxing saw that Ya was still racking her brains for a name, but it seemed that there was none.
"Forget it, let's call it Ziqi." Wen Qiuxing said, "If there is a younger brother, I will call it Zilin." If there is a younger sister behind Zilin, I will call it Luping, he thought to himself.
Of course it was a joke, Lu Ping was so miserable.
If he really had a daughter, he wouldn't be called Luping.
younger brother
The king's eyes were complicated, he pulled his lips, and stared deeply at the heartless young man.
How could he not want to, he dreamed of having a child of his own with Wen Qiuqiu.
God knows how insanely jealous he feels every time he picks up a baby that looks exactly like him.
And as crazy as the jealousy in your heart is, it will take as much patience as it takes.
It is impossible for others to know the turmoil and struggle in his heart, including the young man who always told him to get lost.
Now, too, the king clenched his fist outside the sofa to vent his strength to maintain his inner balance.
The young man who didn't know what his ex-husband was enduring said to himself: "The doctor said that you can have a younger brother in half a year. Is it so fast?"
I still remember that it seems to be two years on earth, otherwise my stomach can't stand it.
His Majesty the King rolled his Adam's apple, his eyes darkened.
Because he wants a baby.
But the king, who had lingering fears, was very worried that Wen Qiuqiu would use the baby as a condition in exchange for the man's awakening.
If you don't believe me, just ask.
"What's the condition for having a younger brother?" Feng Ting whispered.
"Conditions?" Wen Qiuxing rubbed his chin and recalled: "After finishing, put the pillow on the pillow for half an hour, insist on doing it every day."
His Majesty: "..."
His Majesty moved his lips and confirmed, "Is that so?"
Haven't you thought about using the baby as a condition to wake up that man
"Ah." Wen Qiuxing nodded, "That's it."
Confirming again and again that the other party did not deceive him, the king fell silent.
"What are you thinking about?" Wen Qiuxing looked at him speechlessly: "It's me who lays the pillow and not you, why are you making such a face?"
At this point, Feng Ting finally knew that it was Wen Qiuxing who misunderstood his question.
However, he did not intend to explain.
Because of the current answer, he likes it.
"Yeah." The king approached the young man whose temper suddenly changed, "Then give birth to a younger brother."
Wen Qiuxing looked sideways: "I'm just talking, there may not be a younger brother."
Not knowing what Feng Ting was thinking, he asked casually: "Do you still want to remarry me?"
He really couldn't figure it out.
Judging from the tone of the young man, he had never thought about remarrying.
Feng Ting's mood can be described as ups and downs. At first, when he heard Qiu Xing was discussing the child with him, he thought that Wen Qiu Xing had figured it out, but it turned out not at all.
The king pursed his lips: "Since you don't want to remarry, why did you let me stay here?"
"Take care of us." Wen Qiuxing said, "Isn't that what you thought?"
"..." Feng Ting couldn't say a word, but felt strangely uncomfortable.
In other words, the other party didn't want to be nice to him, but just accepted his care.
"I'm so sleepy." Wen Qiuxing yawned: "I'll go to sleep first, you watch the baby."
He fell asleep when he entered the house.
After waking up, Wen Qiuxing tidied up the guest room next to the baby's room: "Feng Ting, this room is for you."
Knowing how to cook a little, he put on an apron and made a dinner.
Looking at the simple but savory dinner in front of him, Feng Ting really realized that he didn't understand Wen Qiuxing.
"Why are you so surprised?" Wen Qiuxing took a sip of water: "I taught the kitchen to do the food in the snack bar."
But Feng Ting really didn't think about it.
With a skeptical attitude, the king picked up the tableware and tasted the relatively conservative fried cauliflower, and then ate it smoothly.
The people on Earth curled their lips. He didn't say that this guy ate and slept with him, and he gained at least ten catties.
Compared with the night when the other party came to the snack bar to apply for the job, I don't know how much better the state is.
In the evening, Wen Abba pushed Zai Zai's crib into his room, and said to the blond man who had worked hard for many days: "I will sleep with Zai Zai tonight, you should rest well."
After all, his suite is not very big, and the other party should not have a headache across a baby room.
The man who was clearly arranged was still sitting on the sofa in the living room late at night.
In the young man's bedroom, he remembered clearly how many times the baby cried.
When I cried for the fourth time, it was dawn.
The youth on Earth, who had been busy all night and hardly fell asleep, finally understood the hard work of raising children.
It's really hard to understand, how did you bring it before the court
After eating the last milk, Wen Qiuxing came out holding the child with bony eyes, and greeted Feng Ting on the sofa with a haggard face: "Morning, you got up really early."
After finishing speaking, he realized something was wrong, Feng Ting didn't seem to go to sleep at all.
"..."
During the few seconds when Wen Qiuxing was in a daze, the blond man came over to take the swaddle skillfully, lowered his head to confirm that the baby was not asleep, then turned around and patted it gently.
I have to say, this back is a bit handsome.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Wen Qiuxing said in a hoarse voice, dismissing the idea of going back to the room to sleep.
"Anything is fine." Feng Ting stared at the baby there.
"Okay." Wen Qiuxing hurried to the bathroom to wash up, and then pulled himself together and made a simple meal of porridge with minced meat and vegetables, fried eggs with bacon.
At the dining table, Wen Qiuxing asked, "Why didn't you sleep last night?"
At the same time, looking into Feng Ting's eyes, I remembered that this guy's eyes were particularly prone to bloodshot eyes, and he would be very scary if he didn't sleep well.
"Insomnia." Feng Ting stuffed an egg into his mouth.
Although he has a bad personality, it is undeniable that he is of noble birth and elegant manners.
He's an eye-catcher no matter what he's doing, including when he's fighting.
In addition to losing your temper and hurting innocent lives.
Wen Qiuxing nodded: "I think I should hire a confinement wife."
After all, they are not professionals.
The king sitting opposite immediately looked up at Wen Qiuxing.
"It's too hard to watch the baby by yourself." Wen Qiuxing pointed to his dark circles.
"Let me help you see." The king didn't seem to be joking.
"You suffer from insomnia." Wen Qiuxing said, "How dare I let you watch it?"
The room fell silent.
That night, the king stayed in the room that Wen Qiuxing arranged for him.
The next day, Wen Qiuxing and Wen Qiuxing took turns watching Zai Zai.
Since His Majesty the King divorced, several members of the cabinet have not heard from His Majesty for a long time.
"Adjutant Morris." Member Yang searched for anyone who could inquire, and finally found Morris: "What is Your Majesty doing recently?"
Morris is crazy to tell the other party that His Majesty is helping the former Queen and His Majesty to nurse the child recently.
"I don't know." Morris said nonsense with his eyes open.
"You don't know." Yang Pavilion member sighed: "The matter of His Majesty's divorce has been a turmoil, and it has finally calmed down a little recently."
"Yes." Morris thought so too.
"The former queen should have given birth too?" Member Yang suddenly remembered.
"Uh, yes." The birth of His Royal Highness the Great Prince of the Empire made Morris panic a lot with this secret.
"You really don't know what His Majesty is doing?" Member Yang asked.
"..." Maurice was so full of shit about the king and queen that he accidentally missed it.
From Morris's hesitation, Yang Pavilion member smelled a lie, and she was very serious: "Morris, this is related to the safety of the future Royal Highness and the empire."
Morris thought to himself, His Royal Highness
It seems... already born.
"Member Yang..." Morris knew that this cabinet member had always advocated for His Majesty to marry and have children, this time he persuaded him because of his colleagues, "If possible, you should look forward to the remarriage of His Majesty the King and His Majesty the former Queen. "
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Member Yang laughed.
But there was no response for a long time, and she suppressed her smile.
Morris said so, there must be reliable news.