Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 327 002: Big Brother and Little Flower (get along)
The child who was several months old naturally couldn't answer Feng Dongshi's question, he seemed to have finally realized how naive his behavior of questioning her was, and he couldn't help feeling even more annoyed.

kids or something...

Sure enough, the most troublesome.

But do you want to kill her now?

Feng Dongshi shook his head in his heart.

no way!

In fact, he vaguely guessed that Feng Xun deliberately asked the maid to throw the child to him, and he wanted to make his assassination mission more difficult this time.

Since the other party has launched a "challenge", how can he not accept it!

So he will try his best to endure the idea of ​​killing this little devil, and not only can't kill her, but he also has to raise her up, so that everyone will be surprised by how fat and white she is.

but--

Turning his eyes to the child on the bed, Feng Dongshi couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.

Apart from being white and fat, this brat has no other advantages.

It doesn't look good at all, it looks like a monkey.

Walking to the bed, Feng Dongshi looked down at her, then suddenly picked her up and walked into the bathroom.

He gritted his teeth so he didn't strangle the stinky boy to death.

After washing and rinsing, when he finally finished his busy work and was about to lie down on the bed to rest, the child became a "monster" again.

Probably because she was hungry, she started howling again without shedding a single tear, which made Feng Dongshi's heart tremble, as if resonating.

"Little devil, you are very noisy." He stretched out his hand and pulled her twice.

In response to him, the baby cried louder.

He stood up "huo" and stared at her with a dark face, as if trying to scare her hunger away.

The two stared at each other for a while, Feng Dongshi remained silent, the baby kept crying, and in the end he was the first to lose.

Although Fengdong didn't have any experience in breastfeeding children before this, but fortunately he has a brain and knows how to read the instructions on the milk powder cans, and prepare the milk according to the instructions above, and see the baby holding the bottle and drinking It was very fragrant, and an emotion called "pride" unexpectedly rose in his heart inexplicably.

He couldn't help scoffing in his heart, "Oh! Isn't it just raising a child, it's so simple!"

Two hours later—

Young Master Feng roared inwardly: Raising children is not easy at all!
Probably because of this experience, later Feng Dongshi gradually understood that raising a life is far more troublesome than ending a life.

Because the former requires a lot of effort.

For example, after bringing this little ghost with him, he never had a peaceful night's sleep again.

Hungry for a while, thirsty for a while, thirsty for a while...

The situation is repeated and the twists and turns continue.

This kind of life lasted for about half a month, and Feng Dongshi's patience was exhausted.

After being woken up again in his sleep, he didn't resign himself to get up to check her diaper or make milk for her as usual.

He put on his headphones, turned up the volume to the maximum, and chose to ignore it.

The singing came to his ears, but he didn't listen carefully to what was written in the lyrics. Instead, he tried to listen to the movement next to him while the interlude was playing.

No sound? !

He pulled off the earphones with a "swish" and turned his head to look.

The child didn't know whether he was fainted from hunger or from crying, but somehow he stopped crying, his eyelids were slightly closed, and his breathing was shallow.

There were still tears on her face, and she looked pitiful.

Perhaps because of watching her for a long time, Feng Dongshi now finds her much more pleasing to the eye than before.

He poked her cheek with his fingers, but the cry he expected didn't sound, she just moaned softly.

Staring at her quietly for a while, Feng Dongshi was defeated again.

Adjust water temperature, prepare milk, feed milk...

A wave of skillful operation makes people feel distressed.

Feng Dongshi didn't take what happened that night to heart. It's normal for people to have mood swings. Don't women have a bad mood for a few days every month, so his reaction is fine.

However, he finally understood what it was like for a woman to suffer from postpartum depression.

It's not that they are weak, everyone is depressed.

Unexpectedly, he wasn't depressed, but the little brat was playing new tricks.

The little doll has a cold.

He had a high fever, his cheeks were red, and his body was burning like a small stove.

When Feng Dongshi left the arena and began to study other things, he was most interested in medicine, because he wanted to find a "cleanest" method of killing people, and he needed a sufficient understanding of the human body.

It's just that he didn't expect that the knowledge he engraved in his mind was not applied where he wanted to apply it at first, and even ran counter to the change from killing people to saving people.

And it was the child he hated the most to be saved.

"Alas..." This was the first time he had breathed a sigh of relief in the past ten years of his life.

Wiping the child's body with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol, Feng Dongshi thought, in terms of their current environment, the only treatment he could provide her was that.

If she died in a weak state, then it would probably be her fate.

turn out--

A small bottle of alcohol and two antipyretic patches successfully repelled the illness.

Probably because of this illness, the child was much quieter. In order to recover her strength, she only ate and slept all day long.

Even so, Feng Dongshi still felt that the flesh on her face seemed to be a little less.

Thinking that the child should bask in the sun more, so taking advantage of the sunny day, he carried her out of the wooden house with rare kindness.

The house they live in looks like it is made of wood from the outside, but if you are inside, you will find that all materials are bulletproof, including the glass embedded in the windows.

There is a large open space around the house, and there is a sign in the distance with a big skull drawn in chalk.

The sign here stands for "Danger Zone," which usually refers to minefields that people won't set foot in if they see them.

Feng Dongshi did not put up this sign to scare people. There were indeed explosives and landmines around the house.

The wooden house is in the middle, and it is outside the range of the explosion in terms of distance.

Feng Dongshi moved a small bench and sat at the door of the wooden house, holding a baby in his arms. Occasionally, some villagers who passed by looked here from a distance, but they were afraid to approach the sign, so they could only wonder in their hearts. How long can a foreigner live.

He ignored other people's gazes, and swayed his body slightly back and forth, making the little girl drowsy.

The hugging posture is not so standard, so after a while Feng Dongshi felt a warm current from his legs.

He froze in place for an instant.

Looking down at the dark stain on his trousers, his fists were "creaking".

actually...

Pee on him!
"What's the matter with you? Aren't you wearing diapers?"

The little girl didn't respond to his question just like the previous time, but just blinked at him innocently, as if saying "It's leaking".

After taking a few deep breaths, Feng Dongshi managed to suppress the urge to throw her directly on the ground.

He could only comfort himself by saying that luckily it was urine...

*
One night when he was resting, Feng Dongshi was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard a muffled "dong".

He almost subconsciously reached out and touched the side, and sure enough, he touched the air with one hand.

Then came the little girl's voice of "Aw".

"Ah—" He sighed deeply and lowly, and stretched out his hand to pick him up from the ground.

The little guy should have fallen head first, and his forehead was red.

She cried hoarsely, the strange thing is that Feng Dongshi didn't find it annoying this time.

"Okay, okay, stop howling." He rubbed her head lightly, and suddenly found that he had talked a lot recently, and he would never say such nonsense in the past.

He always likes to be quiet, doesn't like to be disturbed, and doesn't like to communicate with others, but in this cabin, facing a child who can only cry except for crying, he inexplicably has the desire to talk.

Maybe there is no need to talk, just like now, he talks and she listens.

On the second night, before going to bed, Feng Dong experienced the experience of covering the end of the bed and the side where the little girl lay with pillows, blocking her like a small fence.

He thought that he should not fall again tonight.

In the end, it didn't fall, and the little girl moved to the head of the bed somehow, and the top of her head hit the head of the bed.

Unsurprisingly, there was another cry.

On the third night, after the little girl fell asleep in Feng Dongshi's arms, he didn't put her back on the bed like before, but laid her down and put her on his body.

He was really afraid of her, and worried that she would knock her head out of her head if she knocked like this a few times.

One advantage of this sleeping position is that when the little girl moves, Feng Dongshi can feel it and wake up immediately.

Of course, there are also disadvantages.

That is, he can't turn over casually.

I don't know if holding her in my arms to sleep makes her feel safe or what's going on, but the number of times the little girl wakes up at night is significantly reduced.

Although occasionally he would be woken up by a gust of warm damp when he was in Fengdong, but his state of mind has been very peaceful recently.

At least he didn't get it on his face, he was already very content.

This kind of life lasted for two or three months. During this period, he has been taking time to collect information here and formulate a set of detailed "end nest" plans.

This task is very troublesome.

Not only is the target person himself very powerful, but more because Feng Dongshi's own actions are limited.

With all his plans, he only had four hours to act.

Because according to the routine of the little girl's work and rest time that he summed up during this period, she usually wakes up every four hours at night, and this is still the case when she is sleeping in his arms.

If she was allowed to sleep in bed by herself, it would probably be less than four hours.

So, he has to race against time.

At this time, Feng Dongshi hadn't realized that this naughty little kid he hated at first had been included in his own life unconsciously.

He started paying attention to everything about her.

Before taking any action and implementing his plan, he would consider arranging her well, lest she be cold and hungry.

Worried that the brat would wake up without his arms, Feng Dongshi deliberately tore down a quilt, took out all the cotton inside, and stuffed it into his sportswear.

He taped the neckline, cuffs, and trouser legs of the clothes with tape. After stuffing them with cotton, the skirt and waistband of the trousers were also sealed tightly.

He put the little girl on top, and it looked no different from being hugged by someone, and he couldn't help praising his wit in his heart.

Just can't take a closer look.

If you look closely...

Kind of creepy.

After making preparations, Feng Dongshi went out with the sniper rifle on his back.

Although there are explosives and landmines around the wooden house, they are all set by him, so it is easy to avoid them.

When walking through the night, Feng Dongshi for the first time did not have any anticipation because he was about to kill someone.

My mind is a little messy and I can't concentrate like I usually do.

Fortunately, it didn't delay him from completing the task.

After killing someone this time, Feng Dongshi didn't simply clean up the other party as before. He couldn't see that the problem of the messy dead body was changed unexpectedly.

After killing the other party, he hurried back to the wooden house, as if he heard the sound of a baby crying all the way back.

suddenly!

There was an explosion and a mess of gunfire not far away.

In such places, riots occur from time to time, and fires are even more common.

Feng Dongshi didn't pay attention to it at first, but when he moved forward, he heard the voice as if it was coming from the wooden house, and his heart tightened suddenly.

Looking at the flames soaring into the sky over there, he panicked for no reason.

Hurrying back to the wooden house, he found a group of mercenaries standing outside the minefield and shooting wildly at the wooden house.

He watched, cardiac arrest.

From the time he entered Feng's house, Feng Dongshi rarely killed people who were not planned, because there was almost no time to deal with the follow-up when killing impromptu, that was not his usual style of doing things.

But this time, he made an exception, for the sake of a stinky, dirty kid.

(End of this chapter)