My Children are Fierce and Adorable

Chapter 141: Guan Chibei was trapped in the house

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Guan Chibei watched quietly from the side, waiting for the little eldest child to finish drinking milk, and then it was the eldest son's turn.

The little boss is the eldest, and it doesn't count as bullying him. In many cases, except for the third kid who is the first, Ye Lulun always feeds whoever is at hand between him and the second kid.

The room was filled with the scent of mother and child's milk, which would make an ordinary person's face blush. But Guan Chibei was fine. He stood there with a stiff handsome face, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after all three babies had finished drinking milk.

After taking the little eldest child down, Guan Chibei also knew how to burp several babies.

After finishing the matter of breastfeeding, Ye's wet clothes still don't have a belly bag... what to do.

Guan Chibei really couldn't do it to put a bellyband on Ye Lulu.

His dark eyes quickly glanced at Ye Lulu, his eyes touched the thin blanket on the kang, he raised his palm, directly pulled the thin blanket, and wrapped Ye Lulu with his open coat.

Guan Chibei paused.

Then, Guan Chibei kindly turned around, bent down and stretched out his long arms, picked up Ye Lulu, moved him to the center of the kang, placed him properly, and then stood up straight.

Then he placed the three babies neatly next to Ye Lulu.

Stable!

The mother and son were finally settled.

Guan Chibei's body was forgotten, but his mind was really shocked to a certain extent. He was a little tired. He glanced at the mother and son again, then turned around and prepared to go out to calm down.

As soon as I opened the door, a heavy rain almost rushed into the house.

Guan Chibei could only close the door a second later.

"… "Fine.

Little Boss, the cleansing rain after the thunder of punishment you summoned is quite heavy.

Guan Chibei could only be trapped in the house, guarding the mother and son.

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After Brother Wei fell into the forest, he really didn't feel well. There happened to be relatively steep forests on both sides of the mountain road. Brother Wei followed the slope and rolled down a long steep slope before stopping.

He also hit a big rock and was scraped by many sharp branches, awl-shaped stones, and vines along the way, leaving his body covered in scars.

The bloodstains were red and swollen, and the clothes had been torn and hung in pieces on the body, making it even more difficult to cover up the scars, with mottled and swollen marks all over.

This is already very miserable.

The moment Brother Wei hit the big rock hard, he vomited blood.

The thing is, as calculated.

Just after he stopped rolling down, there was a "bang" of winter thunder in the sky, and oh, the heavy rain started pouring down, no matter how late or early it was.

Brother Wei had no place to hide and was immediately drenched.

Don't forget, the clothes on his body are all torn and he has suffered injuries of varying severity. It is still autumn and winter, with heavy rain and extremely cold air permeating the fields. The temperature is even lower on the steep slopes, and the soil becomes icy after it is moist. Cold and sticky.

Brother Wei was miserable. What was even worse was that he was suddenly soaked by the heavy rain. He instinctively wanted to find a place to hide from the rain. He stood up unsteadily. His feet slipped and another head fell. It hit the big rock.

Brother Wei: "..."

This time I was knocked unconscious.

So you can see that in the pouring rain, beside the big rock, Brother Wei is lying upright, his whole body is injured, and he is constantly being drenched by the heavy rain.

That's it, true cleansing rain.

The heavy rain continued all morning and stopped after more than two hours.

People in the entire Yuancheng and Shanli villages were saying how violent the sudden heavy rain was.

Sorry, I made a mistake in the update just now, so I pasted it again.

To tell you the truth, writing this kind of ambiguous plot was very satisfying, and I was very tortured while writing it.

Because I always think about the scale and write about whether I can write, but I don’t want to do it dryly...

It's like torture == not very comfortable

(End of chapter)