"Get up quickly, good husband, you can't hide from the first day of the first year, but can't hide from the fifteenth. You ran today, can you run next time?"

"I'm not going!"

In the early morning, the light of the warm sun flooded the spacious bedroom, but it was supposed to be a romantic and soothing atmosphere, but it was ruined by two people in the house, to be precise, it was ruined by Lin Zikui alone.

Yesterday was fine. Today, because I wanted to see Lao Zhangren get out of bed, he pulled up the quilt on his body to cover the top of his head, and turned a deaf ear to what Yi Ai said.

Queen Fang rolled countless eyes on this bright morning. Why does Lin Zikui feel like going to die every time I go to see her dad, but she still complains about her dad in her heart. It is true that all her husband’s sequelae Typed it out.

With the white quilt covering the spring light on his chest, he sat up slightly, exposing his white shoulders, one hand supporting his head, and lying on his side looking at the head-shrinking turtle beside him.

"Nothing will happen. I promise you will never get beaten today. My dad is not unreasonable. You made me so angry and sad this time. My dad said to clean up you, just to vent my breath and scare you. ."

After finishing speaking, put the other hand on Lin Zikui's belly and pat gently like a baby.

"But... but every time your dad sees me, he looks like he's going to kill me, it's scary."

"Have you? You robbed her of the daughter she has raised for so many years, so you are not allowed to scare you?"

Pulling down the quilt on Writer Lin’s face, fearing that she would be bored, she continued with a heartfelt word: "To put it bluntly, you are just dying, and you will end soon after marrying me. You have to wait for your husband to get angry before you wake up, but it’s okay. When you wake up in time, I haven't waited until my dad raises the feather duster for you again. So don't worry, as your righteous wife, I will protect you!"

"Really?" Yi Ai's promise was dubious. When she was beaten last time, Queen Fang hadn't published a word. A typical cold-eyed: "You didn't protect me last time!"

Hearing Lin Zikui's complaint about her previous behavior, Fang Yiai said with some dissatisfaction: "Who told you to break up with me at that time, it would be good if I didn't cooperate with my dad to beat you together, and complained about me."

"I was wrong, I was wrong. You have to save me this time!" He stood up and hugged Queen Fang's waist, buried her head in her neck, and started acting like a baby.

"Of course I will protect you, I don't want my future baby to have a maimed old mother!"

"Huh? Baby?"

"Yeah, this is the only way I can think of so far that you can avoid my dad's cleaning up, just say that I had an operation and got pregnant. My parents will forget your crimes when they are happy. ?"

Fang Yiai explained that her head was straightforward, her eyes were indeed bottomless, and she set Lin Zikui a step by step.

Writer Lin, who was thinking of self-protection, escaped today’s catastrophe. He didn’t pay attention to the momentary dark smile at the corner of Her Majesty’s lips. He felt that Fang Yi’s method was very desirable. The old couple would definitely hear the good news. Not focusing on her, after thinking for 3 seconds, he nodded heavily and said firmly: "This is a good way, just do it!"

As soon as the voice fell, she got a fragrant kiss from Fang Yi'ai, which fell on her cheek: "That's OK, you can't go back then."

"Never regret it."

Thinking of a good way, it's like taking a reassurance pill. Lin Zikui's movements to get up to wash and dress are much quicker. Lin's mother made an appointment with a group of middle-aged friends to go hiking early, and Lin Zikui was the home of Lin Zikui And Fang Yiai two people.

"Zaikui, can you wear this one?"

Fang Yiai held up a set of clothes selected for writer Lin and went to the kitchen door to ask for one. Lin Zikui, who was making breakfast, raised her head and glanced up. It was not bad. It was in line with her usual dressing taste.

Put a white shirt in the orange knit sweater, and the bottom of the body is nine-point light-colored jeans, or my wife knows her!

But at this time I can only reluctantly refuse: "It's good, but don't your parents like the stable and mature type? If it is orange... let's change it!"

"When did you care so much about the opinions of your old husband and mother-in-law."

Writer Lin’s words made Fang Yiai’s heart filled with something called happiness. Because Lin Zikui cares about her, she also cares about her family and the feelings of the people around her. For her, Lin Zikui cares about her. There is always an unstoppable charm invisible.

Putting down the spoon in his hand, Lin Zikui sighed up to the sky: "Since I proposed to you, I have embarked on this road of no return."

Pretending to be a distressed head, Fang Yiai's neck was wrapped around her neck without the slightest preparation, and she kissed her on the cheek: "Come with me in the afternoon to go shopping, leave you on vacation in the evening, and spend your last pre-wedding night. I am. Also talk to good sisters."

"Really, can I have a bachelor's night party?"

Looking at Lin Zikui's glowing eyes, Fang Yiai knew how happy Lin Zikui was. However, the queen can still agree to this small request, "Yes, but you can't miss the plane tomorrow morning, otherwise, I can't spare you!"

"Really!"

After a quick breakfast, I went to the supermarket to buy some supplements or something, and prepared to give it to his mother-in-law He's mother-in-law. Everything went well. When Lin Zikui recovered, he was already sitting on the sofa in the living room clock of the Fang's mansion!

The tiger-like old husband is facing her, sitting opposite, looking up and down, left and right, and looked at Lin Zikui countless times. Feeling the terrifying eyes shooting back and forth on his body, Writer Lin put his legs together very restrained, with his back straight, staring at the TV screen intently, not daring to look around at all.

"Eat fruit." Father Fang leaned forward and pushed the fruit tray on the coffee table to Lin Zikui.

The low and magnetic voice, without speaking of prestige, reached Writer Lin's ears like a thunder on the ground, shocking his whole body involuntarily.

He didn't dare to neglect, and nodded silly, "Thank you Dad!" Then he began to pick up the food on the plate, bite by bit, and didn't dare to look up and meet the eyes of the old man from beginning to end.

"Snapped!"

The writer Lin, who was eating vigorously, was so scared that he almost fell off the sofa.

I saw Dad Fang hitting the coffee table heavily with a fly swatter in his hand. Fang Yiai and Mom Fang, who were busy preparing lunch in the kitchen, quickly put down their work and rushed out of the kitchen.

"Dad! What are you doing?" There was some blame in her tone. Fang Yiai looked at Lin Zikui, who was shrinking on the sofa at this time, her face pale in fright. She was so distressed that she rushed to the side and patted it peacefully. After patting the writer's back, he began to question his father.

"Yeah, Lao Fang, what are you doing? Look at you scared Zikui, even I and Yi Ai are shocked." Fang's mother also slightly blamed the behavior of the other's dad. .

"There are mosquitoes on this table, I'm hitting them."

"Where is the mosquito from Daqiu!" I couldn't understand the sophistry of my father, and it was obviously to scare her husband to deny it.

"I hit the table and didn't hit her. Why are you so nervous?!" After finishing speaking, he asked unwillingly, "Zikui, do you think Dad scared you?"

"Scared... scared..."

"Snapped!"

There was another heavy sound, promptly stopping the words that writer Lin hadn't finished.

So Lin Zikui hid behind Fang Yiai very hopelessly.

"Dad! How could you scare her so? It scared her, your daughter, who should I cry!"

"If you scare her, you will be terrified? I will beat her and she will be broken!" After talking about the mosquito swatter, he made a gesture to teach Lin Zikui.

"What are you doing, Lao Fang is so angry for no reason!" When the momentum was found to be wrong, Fang's mother immediately stepped forward to stop it, but it was a pity that she finished one step.

The fly swatter had landed on Lin Zikui's ass.

"Ah! Yi Ai."

"Lao Fang, Lao Fang, what are you doing!"

Speaking of Lin Zikui, Dad Fang didn’t know how much he was angry, so let’s talk about it this time. Her baby daughter was depressed and depressed a few days ago, and tears hung in the corners of her eyes many times, just deep. She endured it deeply. He, a father who had been a father for so many years, hadn't had the heart to make his daughter feel wronged. Today he also wanted to have a good talk with Lin Zikui, but when he saw people, the fire couldn't be covered.

"Dad! Dad! You broke her, my daughter was born and you can raise her for me!"

See the right time, no more, today must use the killer.

Suddenly the world stopped, everyone kept stiff movements.

"Wait, Yi Ai, what did you say?" After one sentence, the whole family fell into a very quiet atmosphere. It was Fang's mother who responded first. There is unstoppable surprise and joy on his face.

"Daughter, you, you are pregnant!" Father Fang eased his anger, shook off the fly swatter, and asked his daughter anxiously.

"Yes, I'm pregnant, just two weeks ago. I was afraid that I was unsuccessful, so I didn't dare to tell you. It wasn't until Dr. Liu called me today that I was really sure!"