The child's cry was earth-shattering, and Ye Zhenzhen woke up from her sleep, but she was still too tired, so she habitually kicked the child's father: "My son is awake, go and comfort him."
It seemed that not long had passed since they fell asleep. It was not yet fully dawn, and Cui Weizhen was still lying on the bed. After being kicked, he woke up in a daze. He reached out and touched his son for most of the day, but he finally found out.
He suddenly remembered that after going to bed yesterday, he forgot to bring his son back!
He quickly got up and went to the cubicle to take a look. Wangzi was sitting on the small bed, crying out of breath. When he saw Cui Weizhen coming over, he immediately complained with red eyes: "Bad daddy, hiccup, bad, bad daddy!"
Cui Weizhen was wrong and accepted all his son's accusations. He was worried that his voice would break from crying, so he repeatedly coaxed him: "It's daddy who is bad. Stop crying. Daddy will take you to find your mother."
This sentence was more effective than a panacea. Wangzi gradually stopped crying, sobbed and opened his hands for a hug. Cui Weizhen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the tears on his son's face, and gave him a few sips of warm water.
After moistening his throat, he went inside.
Before putting his son down, he did not forget to warn: "Mom is still sleeping, Wangzi is a good boy, please don't wake mom up, okay?"
Wangzai had to eat soft things or not, and it was his mother's concern. He didn't lose his temper. Instead, he cutely covered his mouth with his hands and said in a low voice: "Okay."
A doting smile flashed in Cui Weizhen's eyes, and he kissed his son on the face before putting him on the bed.
As soon as Wangzi got on the bed, he got into the quilt very skillfully, carefully grabbed the corner of his mother's clothes, and finally showed a satisfied smile.
Ye Zhenzhen vaguely smelled the familiar fragrance of milk. She scooped up her son and hugged him in her arms. She stroked his round little head and coaxed: "It's still early, Wangzai, be good.
Let’s sleep with mom for a while.”
Wangzai kept saying yes, humming back and forth in his mother's arms like a little piggy. Finally, when he was satisfied, he closed his eyes obediently and went to sleep.
Cui Weizhen helplessly looked at the embrace occupied by his son, sighed, and accepted his fate by holding both of them in his arms, and catching up on their sleep with them - today is a day off, so it doesn't matter if you wake up later.
However, plans always fail to keep up with changes...
Ye Zhenzhen was sleeping when she suddenly dreamed that when she was a child, she was still wearing crotchless pants. Her brother was just a kid in the first grade. He was not as cold and serious as he grew up. The first thing he did when he woke up every morning was
They all came over to help her brush her teeth and wash her face, and even hugged her to pee.
That magical hissing sound has always been unforgettable for her. Occasionally in her sleep, she would think of her brother holding her with great difficulty. This time, she dreamed again that she was actually being shushed to the point of peeing. At the same time, there was a stream of hot and humid water.
Gradually it soaked her panties...
Ye Zhenzhen: “!!!”
In the midst of her dying illness, she sat up in shock, sitting upright from the bed, and then met Cui Weizhen's strange eyes.
"I didn't pee!" She opened her mouth to defend, but her mind was still confused and she couldn't figure out what was going on.
Cui Weizhen's eyes became more and more strange: "What are you thinking? It's Wangzai who wet the bed."
Call.
Ye Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief and secretly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Fortunately, fortunately, it turned out to be Wang Zai. She thought it was herself.
Wei Zhen must not let Wei Zhen know about this, it would be too embarrassing!
She was not the only one who felt ashamed, her son felt the same way.
"Wow! Woohoo! It's not the baby! The baby didn't wet the bed!"