The winter in the south is long and cold. Xiaoyun dragged her tired body and stayed quietly in the toilet. Her stomach was already very big and she had been pregnant for more than nine months. She often dreamed that she had a bloody monster, a monster that looked exactly like her father.
Whenever Song Min was awakened by her frightened sound, she always turned over and muttered impatiently: What are you afraid of? You are not the one who wants to give birth to your father's child.
Xiaoyun looked at the back left to her by Song Min, and felt confused. What followed in the darkness was deep fear and regret.
At this time, Song Min and the old landlord were happily in the house, and Xiaoyun could only wait in the bathroom.
She kicked her feet unwillingly, and her body trembled with the stimulation of the cold air, and she sneezes suddenly. Unexpectedly, after sneezing, her right eyelid began to jump restlessly
Her heart suddenly became nervous
Xiaoyun's premonition was correct. At night, she started to have a stomachache and her amniotic fluid broke quickly. Song Min, who had experience, quickly called an ambulance.
Before entering the delivery room, Xiaoyun's small hand was still tightly holding Song Min and refused to let go.
Her face was bloodless, her body was cold and hot, and she didn't know if it was cold sweat or hot sweat on her back. Her clothes were sticky on her back. Until the door of the operating room, Song Min had to take off her red hands and stare at Xiaoyun into the cold operating room.
***
Xiaoyun gave birth to a thin daughter, very ugly, even more ugly than the newborn Chen Muyang
Song Mincao glanced at the newborn a few times, and couldn't help but worry about how much burden this unpleasant burden would bring to her in the future.
But Xiaoyun is different. She looked at her daughter carefully like a treasure. It was much better than the monsters that appeared in her dreams. She was so small and so cute.
Xiaoyun looked and stared at it. Before he knew it, his eyes were filled with mist. The tears that could not be held in his pocket instantly slid onto the pillow with disinfectant in the maternal and child health hospital.
She raised her eyes and looked at Song Min standing with her arms around her, and smiled shyly: Look, my daughter
Song Min vaguely, nodded, Yes, your daughter
I want to call this child "butterfly" and... She paused, Sister Min, I'll raise it with you, okay?
She stood there stiffly, Xiaoyun's hoarse and powerless voice was like a blue spring, moistening the smell of disinfectant water around her.
After a while, she sighed and curled her lips helplessly: It's annoying to raise children, let's talk about it, what kind of incest and wild breeds can I raise with you, a little girl.
Song Min's calm and alienated expression pierced Xiao Yun's innocent and beautiful reverie. She immediately moved her sight away and buried it in the pillow. She felt that her heart felt like she had been scratched with a few scars, which hurt.
The two of them had their own thoughts. After Xiaoyun was discharged from the hospital, there was another girl in the house where there were only two women. Butterfly's crying always brought Song Min back to the past that he didn't want to recall, and a scattered depression surged in his chest.
Xiaoyun always took care of Butterfly with fear, for fear that Song Min would drive them out if she was unhappy.
After a few months, she didn't have enough money because the butterfly had reached the month when she could eat rice. After hesitating, she still begged Song Min to help her pay some money with a shy face.
Xiaoyun's clothes, who had just finished feeding her daughter, slid loosely on her arms, and her bigger breasts were tilted and she was pressing her breasts with two balls of milk stains on her chest.
Song Min stared at her chest thoughtfully, suddenly stretched her waist, leaned against the sofa, and looked at the ceiling with a smile: I don’t have money, and I won’t help you raise incest bastards, but I will tell you a method, you are still giving birth to milk now, do you understand?
Xiaoyun frowned in confusion and shook her head in confusion
Can be sold as a pussy
No, that's for the butterfly! She covered her chest and suddenly her eyebrows were angrily raised, just like an angry hedgehog
How much do you think she can drink?
Song Min patted her butt and stood up, laughing: If you don't take this opportunity to make more money, how long do you think your butterfly can live? What's more, I'll help you find someone, money, you don't want to, then leave early, your daughter has been so annoying. I've had enough of these months. If I didn't see you, I wouldn't be too lazy to let you live.
Xiaoyun's face immediately changed color. She felt her heart was so depressed that her shoulders suddenly shook violently, and her eyes were bursting into tears.
Don't cry for me, you are not mine, isn't it okay for me to let you move in? Song Min poked her shoulder and walked over to the room without any concern
Halfway through, he was suddenly hit on his back. Song Min staggered to hold the door frame and turned back in disbelief, but saw Xiaoyun standing behind him with his fist angrily clenched.
You're sick
You're sick, you're still taking drugs
You were fucked by your father and got a big belly. You gave birth to an ugly incest species.
You don't care about your son, you're just a bitch, unresponsible, and unworthy of being a mother
The fight between women is nothing more than pulling their hair and clothes. After slapping Song Min, Xiaoyun returned his hand abnormally. His wide almond eyes seemed to be on fire, no longer as timid as before.
Later, during the beating, two women with messy hair fell on the bed with red faces. Song Min, who had the initiative, sat on Xiaoyun, panted and slapped her heavily.
When the elbow joint touched Xiaoyun's breasts, she could only smell a few intermittent tears and whine, and then she began to think about it, grabbing her breasts and slapping them wildly.
Xiaoyun stared at her legs and poked her mons pubis with her knees. Song Min suffered pain and fell straight to the side.
She saw Xiaoyun sitting on her lap and continuing to wrestle with her. As she was fighting, Song Min slowly felt tired and bored, allowing the little girl to grit her teeth and pull her hair
She thought to herself, why would she and those who are closer to each other become the same as the enemy in the end?
Before she could find the answer, the little girl on her body hugged her neck and choked gently. A hot air gradually evaporated from her neck. The milk beads that had been seeping milk were pressing hard against her breasts. Her bare thighs could still feel the girl's fat and tender flower lover rubbing against her as if nothing had happened.
Xiaoyun sucked her red nose, and her swollen almond eyes were like walnuts, making people laugh and feel pain when they saw it.
Xiaoyun rubbed Song Min's chin with her wet tears, looking stubborn. In fact, when she met Song Min's calm and calm gaze, she heard the sound of butterflies spitting bubbles again.
Xiaoyun turned her head and saw a glimpse of the red rash on the butterfly's neck and the weak crying sound, as if a knife was cutting her heart.
Her heavy breasts were being grabbed and played with by her daughter. Butterfly's little nails made her breasts hurt slightly. Xiaoyun frowned and gently held her daughter's little hands. She smiled at Butterfly. She thought, she had sold them, so what's the big deal?
Whenever Song Min was awakened by her frightened sound, she always turned over and muttered impatiently: What are you afraid of? You are not the one who wants to give birth to your father's child.
Xiaoyun looked at the back left to her by Song Min, and felt confused. What followed in the darkness was deep fear and regret.
At this time, Song Min and the old landlord were happily in the house, and Xiaoyun could only wait in the bathroom.
She kicked her feet unwillingly, and her body trembled with the stimulation of the cold air, and she sneezes suddenly. Unexpectedly, after sneezing, her right eyelid began to jump restlessly
Her heart suddenly became nervous
Xiaoyun's premonition was correct. At night, she started to have a stomachache and her amniotic fluid broke quickly. Song Min, who had experience, quickly called an ambulance.
Before entering the delivery room, Xiaoyun's small hand was still tightly holding Song Min and refused to let go.
Her face was bloodless, her body was cold and hot, and she didn't know if it was cold sweat or hot sweat on her back. Her clothes were sticky on her back. Until the door of the operating room, Song Min had to take off her red hands and stare at Xiaoyun into the cold operating room.
***
Xiaoyun gave birth to a thin daughter, very ugly, even more ugly than the newborn Chen Muyang
Song Mincao glanced at the newborn a few times, and couldn't help but worry about how much burden this unpleasant burden would bring to her in the future.
But Xiaoyun is different. She looked at her daughter carefully like a treasure. It was much better than the monsters that appeared in her dreams. She was so small and so cute.
Xiaoyun looked and stared at it. Before he knew it, his eyes were filled with mist. The tears that could not be held in his pocket instantly slid onto the pillow with disinfectant in the maternal and child health hospital.
She raised her eyes and looked at Song Min standing with her arms around her, and smiled shyly: Look, my daughter
Song Min vaguely, nodded, Yes, your daughter
I want to call this child "butterfly" and... She paused, Sister Min, I'll raise it with you, okay?
She stood there stiffly, Xiaoyun's hoarse and powerless voice was like a blue spring, moistening the smell of disinfectant water around her.
After a while, she sighed and curled her lips helplessly: It's annoying to raise children, let's talk about it, what kind of incest and wild breeds can I raise with you, a little girl.
Song Min's calm and alienated expression pierced Xiao Yun's innocent and beautiful reverie. She immediately moved her sight away and buried it in the pillow. She felt that her heart felt like she had been scratched with a few scars, which hurt.
The two of them had their own thoughts. After Xiaoyun was discharged from the hospital, there was another girl in the house where there were only two women. Butterfly's crying always brought Song Min back to the past that he didn't want to recall, and a scattered depression surged in his chest.
Xiaoyun always took care of Butterfly with fear, for fear that Song Min would drive them out if she was unhappy.
After a few months, she didn't have enough money because the butterfly had reached the month when she could eat rice. After hesitating, she still begged Song Min to help her pay some money with a shy face.
Xiaoyun's clothes, who had just finished feeding her daughter, slid loosely on her arms, and her bigger breasts were tilted and she was pressing her breasts with two balls of milk stains on her chest.
Song Min stared at her chest thoughtfully, suddenly stretched her waist, leaned against the sofa, and looked at the ceiling with a smile: I don’t have money, and I won’t help you raise incest bastards, but I will tell you a method, you are still giving birth to milk now, do you understand?
Xiaoyun frowned in confusion and shook her head in confusion
Can be sold as a pussy
No, that's for the butterfly! She covered her chest and suddenly her eyebrows were angrily raised, just like an angry hedgehog
How much do you think she can drink?
Song Min patted her butt and stood up, laughing: If you don't take this opportunity to make more money, how long do you think your butterfly can live? What's more, I'll help you find someone, money, you don't want to, then leave early, your daughter has been so annoying. I've had enough of these months. If I didn't see you, I wouldn't be too lazy to let you live.
Xiaoyun's face immediately changed color. She felt her heart was so depressed that her shoulders suddenly shook violently, and her eyes were bursting into tears.
Don't cry for me, you are not mine, isn't it okay for me to let you move in? Song Min poked her shoulder and walked over to the room without any concern
Halfway through, he was suddenly hit on his back. Song Min staggered to hold the door frame and turned back in disbelief, but saw Xiaoyun standing behind him with his fist angrily clenched.
You're sick
You're sick, you're still taking drugs
You were fucked by your father and got a big belly. You gave birth to an ugly incest species.
You don't care about your son, you're just a bitch, unresponsible, and unworthy of being a mother
The fight between women is nothing more than pulling their hair and clothes. After slapping Song Min, Xiaoyun returned his hand abnormally. His wide almond eyes seemed to be on fire, no longer as timid as before.
Later, during the beating, two women with messy hair fell on the bed with red faces. Song Min, who had the initiative, sat on Xiaoyun, panted and slapped her heavily.
When the elbow joint touched Xiaoyun's breasts, she could only smell a few intermittent tears and whine, and then she began to think about it, grabbing her breasts and slapping them wildly.
Xiaoyun stared at her legs and poked her mons pubis with her knees. Song Min suffered pain and fell straight to the side.
She saw Xiaoyun sitting on her lap and continuing to wrestle with her. As she was fighting, Song Min slowly felt tired and bored, allowing the little girl to grit her teeth and pull her hair
She thought to herself, why would she and those who are closer to each other become the same as the enemy in the end?
Before she could find the answer, the little girl on her body hugged her neck and choked gently. A hot air gradually evaporated from her neck. The milk beads that had been seeping milk were pressing hard against her breasts. Her bare thighs could still feel the girl's fat and tender flower lover rubbing against her as if nothing had happened.
Xiaoyun sucked her red nose, and her swollen almond eyes were like walnuts, making people laugh and feel pain when they saw it.
Xiaoyun rubbed Song Min's chin with her wet tears, looking stubborn. In fact, when she met Song Min's calm and calm gaze, she heard the sound of butterflies spitting bubbles again.
Xiaoyun turned her head and saw a glimpse of the red rash on the butterfly's neck and the weak crying sound, as if a knife was cutting her heart.
Her heavy breasts were being grabbed and played with by her daughter. Butterfly's little nails made her breasts hurt slightly. Xiaoyun frowned and gently held her daughter's little hands. She smiled at Butterfly. She thought, she had sold them, so what's the big deal?
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