Is this a mermaid?

No one spoke around, a waiter retreated quietly, and after a while Werther came over in a hurry.

Werther looked at Yake, who shook his head slightly, pushed away the chair and turned to leave, patting Werther's shoulder lightly as he walked.

Werther stood by.

Mingo cried very sadly, his shoulders shook violently, and he could still hear the sound of being out of breath.

Heartbreaking.

Walking over gently, Werther carefully hugged Mingo, "What's the matter?"

Mingo shook his head, too emotionally out of control to open his eyes to look at Werther.

Mingo didn't speak, Werther could only hug Mingo quietly, waiting for Mingo to vent the emotions deposited in his heart.

Mingo put his head on Werther's shoulder, and soon Werther's clothes were wet.

Werther wrapped one arm around Mingo's waist, and patted Mingo on the back with the other.

"Mingo."

Werther yelled in a low voice.

Mingo put his head on Werther's shoulder and shook his head, slowly but firmly refusing, he really didn't want to talk now, he didn't know what to say.

Mingo felt a resentment hovering in his heart, why him why him!

He even questioned that everyone he met after traveling to this world was arranged by the consciousness of the universe—just to make him better contribute the mermaid genes.

This is fate, and the arrangement of cosmic consciousness is the arrangement of fate.

Mingo hated this fate, hated everyone who played various roles in this fate.

In the past, Mingo recalled, did he restrain his emotions at that time, and would not cross without conflicting with Yake?

No, no matter what he does, he will pass through.

This is fate, an inescapable fate.

Mingo cried for a long time, and the spreading tears even wet Werther's clothes to the point of being overwhelmed, dripping drop by drop along the soaked cuffs.

Werther was also very quiet, accompanying Mingo and waiting for Mingo.

After a long, long time, Mingo's crying subsided, and his whole body choked uncontrollably in Werther's arms.

"why?"

Crying for too long broke his throat, and Mingo's voice was so low that he couldn't recognize it.

Witte didn't speak.

"Hehe." Mingo laughed nervously, "Yes, what right do I have to ask this question? There is no reason, how can fate allow me to question it?"

As Mingo thought, the memory seemed to fly far away, and one picture after another kept replaying in his mind.

That was the scene of him living happily with his parents in the palace.

He still remembered his mother's gentle smile, and his father's helpless frown, but now, when he thought of them having died for many years—with such deep regret, Mingo could only feel a breakdown.

The moment he fell into the pool was the farewell, the ridiculous thing is that he still had expectations, the ridiculous thing is that he is still looking for the way home—I really don’t want to know if one day he goes back and finds that everything is nothing What kind of emotions do people have.

Thousands of years have passed, but he doesn't know it at all.

Mingo blankly thought about many things.

Very confused, very helpless.

Werther softened his voice and stroked Mingo's hair.

Witte said: "Mingo, no matter what happens to Mei, we can face it together."

There is a beautiful blond mermaid in my memory. At that time, he was still young, so small that he could be hugged by that beautiful woman in his arms.

"Okay, baby, don't cry, there is also the queen mother."

The gentle voice of the beautiful mermaid still seemed to be ringing in my ears, overlapping with Werther's words.

It's just that these similar words were spoken by different people.

There is no chance.

Mingo's finally stabilized mood collapsed again.

Werther was at a loss.

"dad?"

Mingo raised his head in a daze, and three innocent smiling faces appeared in front of Mingo's eyes.

The boss's ability has improved again, and he can drop the second and third at the same time and fly around in the air.

They don't know why their father is crying, but they are very curious. They haven't seen their father cry yet.

Three identical smiling faces looked at Mingo at the same time.

Mingo was dumbfounded, his dull brain was working slowly.

This is his child.

A child born after being conceived for a full year and hatched for a month.

"Baby." Mingo stretched out his hand, holding the three babies in his arms.

Leaning in Werther's arms, with the three babies rubbing against his face, Mingo slowly felt a trace of warmth.

Fortunately, when he knew the truth that could not be easily accepted, he already had his own small family.

He has a lover, three triplets, and an egg of unknown number in his belly.

Five hearts beat together.

Boom, boom, boom.

Mingo repeatedly heard the gears of fate turning slowly.

Fate does not stop for a moment, when it changes the trajectory of your life—or it was originally arranged in this way, it will always give you some compensation when you lose it.

Mingo slowly calmed down his breathing, and hugged the three children tightly.

It was these three soft little steamed buns that made Mingo feel warm in his heart knowing that he was tricked by fate and fell into the ice cave.

Now, he is also the father of the child.

Mingo thought.

Werther felt that there was no movement in his arms for a long time, so he carefully looked down.

Mingo had already fallen asleep.

His face was still stained with tears, even a drop of tear hung on his eyelashes, his snow-white face had a bright blush, and his lips had a glaring color.

Werther sighed, and gently picked up Mingo horizontally, and carefully worried that the baby in Mingo's arms would not fall to the ground.

Put Mingo gently on the bed, change Mingo into dry and clean pajamas, and cover the quilt carefully.

Werther carefully exited the room with the three children in his arms.

The boss still ignorantly stretched out his hand to Mingo, wanting to lie in his father's arms and sleep.

"Don't make trouble." Werther lowered his voice and said, "Dad is very tired, let him have a rest."

Taking the three children to another room, Werther took off his soaked clothes.

Throwing the wet clothes on the ground, Werther didn't change quickly, and lay on the big bed.

The three children crawled on the big bed with their buttocks twisted, and the third child was particularly aggressive rolling on Werther's body.

Thinking of Mingo crying like that, but he didn't know anything, Werther felt his heart was cramping.

In the end what happened?

Werther couldn't help dialing Yake's communication and asked Mingo why he was so sad.

When he knew the answer, Werther was silent for a long time.

"Mingo has a really good relationship with his family. He is the only child in their family who grows up lovingly. He really can't accept this." Yake said with a sigh, "Mingo Unlike me, I am in my 30s or [-]s, he is only [-] or [-] years old, and I was more clingy to my parents than he was at that age."

"I will comfort him." Werther said solemnly, "I can't let him go back, but I can give him a warmer home."

Yake nodded, and said with an idea: "Take the child, the child is the bond of a family, and it can soften Mingo's heart more than you.

Werther pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yake knew that Werther was a little uncomfortable: "Even if you two love each other, how can love be compared with family affection? I'm not talking about the importance in Mingo's heart. Love and family affection are different in life, but they are both It is a very important relationship. Mingo lost his family affection. This cannot be made up with love. Only with family affection-seeing these three babies, he will know where his roots are. The tree that lost his parents, But he also left his seed in the new world."

"I understand." Witt nodded.

After hanging up the phone, Werther looked at his three children seriously.

"Do you want to sleep now?" Werther asked seriously.

The three babies tilted their heads to look at him in various ways.

Werther couldn't help but frown when he thought about the three little guys getting up. He would definitely not be able to fall asleep if he asked them to sleep now, but just put the three little guys on Mingo's bed like this. With such vigorous jumping, Mingo would be woken up by them in two or three strokes.

Werther looked at the three babies, narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled—the feeling of malice was simply too obvious.

Xiao Er looked at his father, shook twice, obediently put himself on the bed, lay down, and obediently closed his eyes.

The other two babies, who were completely unaware of the danger, were still jumping around lively, and soon, Werther's means of dealing with them came.

Babies in this era are extremely precious, and adults are eager to feed them with any delicious food. As a result, children today agree to be overweight.

Although a fat baby looks really cute, it is not good for the baby to have excessive fat reserves in the body, so the baby weight loss device was born.

The so-called baby weight loss machine is a small treadmill, which is a closed and upright circular treadmill. After entering it, you will be forced to run even if you don’t want to run—or you will have to wait to be brought to it again and again. up in the air and then down again.

Werther locked the boss in, and intimately used the ability jammer to interfere with the boss's ability to float into the air.

Werther shut Xiaosan in, and put half of the treadmill in the water—the water level was just enough to support Xiaosan to stand upright.

The run begins.

Xiao Er couldn't stand it anymore, he closed his peeping eyes, and covered his closed eyelids with his chubby hands, completely blocking out all the light.

In less than 10 minutes, the two children were directly climbed off by the thunder.

Xiao Xiaosan even opened her mouth to cry.

Werther quickly fished them out, and now the babies no longer have the energy to play around, they are as tired as puppies, even if he is not tired, he is still disguising himself, so that his father will not see him with excess energy He also threw himself in.

Satisfied, Werther returned to the room with the three obviously lethargic babies in his arms.

Putting the three babies into Mingo's arms, he carefully fell asleep again.

Looking closely at Mingo's frown even in his sleep.

Werther sighed inaudibly.

Watching the three babies quietly closing their eyes following Mingo's example.

Werther's heart moved slightly, what is there to worry about with these three little guys?

just mingo

Werther's eyes were deep. He had no way to express his opinion on this matter. All he could do was to use practical actions to express that he could bring Mingo a complete small family.