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He looked at the baby in the cradle,

The baby also looks at him,

Looking at a life related to your own flesh and blood, it feels really unique.

The baby's arms are like lotus root, fat, pink and tender,

He swallowed his saliva and gently picked up the baby,

Gently biting his arm, the baby's fragrance stimulated his taste buds...

It seemed that the bite was too heavy, and the baby cried uneasily,

He licked his lips regretfully and put the baby back in the cradle.

Feeing that there was someone behind him, he suddenly turned around,

The pale wife is staring at him,

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, my bad habits have been changed."

Looking at his wife's still vigilant eyes, he walked out of the baby room and smiled at his eldest son and two daughters in the living room.

"Your mother is overly nervous, and my bad habits have really changed."

The son slapped him in the face with his only left arm and left.

Two daughters sat on the sofa with hatred in their eyes.

They don't have legs.