My Children Are Fierce and Adorable!

Chapter 141 Guan Chibei is trapped in the house

Guan Chibei watched quietly, waiting for the little eldest to finish drinking the milk, and then it was the turn of the eldest eldest.

The little boss is the biggest, and it's not bullying him. In many cases, except for the little 3rd who is the first, Ye Lulu is always with him and the little 2nd, whoever feeds them first.

The room was filled with the smell of mother and child milk, which made ordinary people's skin reddened. But Guan Chibei was fine, he stood there with a stiff face, and finally let out a sigh of relief after the three babies had finished their milk.

Holding the little boss down, Guan Chibei also knew how to burp a few babies.

After breastfeeding was done, Ye Lulu still didn't have a belly pocket in his clothes... What should I do?

Putting on Ye Lulu's stomach, Guan Chi Bei really couldn't do it.

His dark eyes quickly glanced at Ye Lulu, his eyes touched the thin blanket on the kang, he lifted his palm, dragged directly over the thin blanket, and wrapped Ye Lulu's open jacket.

Guan Chibei also paused.

Then, Guan Chibei kindly turned around, bent down and stretched out his long arms, hugged Ye Luluo, moved it to the center of the kang, put it away properly, and then stood up straight.

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

Steady!

The mother and son were finally settled.

Forget about Guan Chibei's body, his mind was really affected to a certain extent, and he was a little tired. After taking a look at the mother and son again, he turned around and prepared to go out to calm down.

As a result, as soon as the door was opened, a "crashing" rainstorm almost rushed into the house.

Guan Chibei could only close the door one second later.

"……"Fine.

Little Boss, the rain of cleansing after the Thunder of Heavenly Punishment you summoned is quite heavy.

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

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But when Brother Wei fell into the forest, he really didn't feel better. The two sides of the mountain road happened to be relatively steep mountain forests. Brother Wei rolled down the slope "gululu" all the way, and it stopped after rolling down a long steep slope.

He also hit a large rock with his entire body, and was scratched by many sharp branches, awl-shaped stones, and vines along the way, and his body was covered in scars.

The bloodstains were red and swollen, and the clothes had been hooked and hung on the body in pieces, which could not cover up those scars, and the mottled and swollen scars were all over.

This is already miserable.

The moment Brother Wei slammed into the boulder,

He also vomited blood.

The problem is, as calculated.

Just after he stopped rolling down, there was a "boom" of winter thunder in the sky, oh huh, the rain was pouring down, sooner or later.

Brother Wei had nowhere to hide, and was immediately doused.

Don't forget, his clothes were all torn, and he suffered injuries of varying severity. It is still autumn and winter. Heavy rain and extremely cold air permeate the fields. The temperature on the steep slopes is even lower. Cold and sticky.

Brother Wei is called a miserable and miserable person, and what is even more amazing is that he was suddenly wet in the heavy rain, and instinctively wanted to find a place to hide from the rain, stood up staggeringly, slipped under his feet, and turned his head again. Bumped back on the boulder.

Brother Wei: "..."

This time, I was directly knocked out.

So you can see that in the pouring rain, next to the big stone, Brother Wei was lying upright, even if the whole body was injured, he was constantly drenched in the heavy rain.

That's right, the rain of cleansing.

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

The entire Yuancheng and the people in the mountain villages were talking about how terrible this sudden heavy rain was.

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

To tell you the truth, it's cool to write such ambiguous plots, I've been tormented

Because I always think about the scale, I always write whether I can write, but I don't want to be dry...

It's just torture = not good