Can’t Stop You Stirring My Heart

Level 1212

In the screen

Zhan Qing put the war book on the bed, and the war book rolled around immediately.

At this time, the Zhanshu looked more than a year old, and at that time there was still a little fleshy.

As soon as the little **** was pushed up, Zhan Qing patted it, and Zhan Shu looked back at him and smiled.

He thought his father was playing with him, and then he crawled around in circles.

The crawling movement was still very fast, and Zhan Qing picked up the underwear on the bed and put on it.

She quietly watched Zhan Qing's movement of putting on his underwear, with a smile in his eyes.

It's just an act of wearing, all revealing calm and domineering.

When bending over, the back and the waist line are stretched out, which is particularly attractive.

Quietly couldn't help biting his lip, feeling myself rippling.

Zhan Qing took the baby on the table and stroked the oil, patted it on the bed, Zhan Shu stopped crawling immediately, and lay down obediently.

Zhan Qing squeezed his **** again. Through the screen, he could feel it quietly, and it must feel good in his hand.

When sleeping with her arms around Zhan Shu, she also likes to pinch his little ass, that feels particularly happy.

Secretly watched Zhan Qing pour the touch oil into the palm of his hand, then rubbed his hands together, acting skillfully.

When I saw this, my eyes turned red quietly...

He hugged the pillow in his arms, and exhaled quietly, his heart was boring.

I don't know why, I was still immersed in the little **** of Zhan Shu a second ago, feeling very pleasant in the hand.

At this time, because of Jiu Shu's skillful actions, I felt distressed.

Such a skillful movement requires many times of careful attention to achieve such skill.

He quietly watched Jiu Shu give Zhan Shu massage, time after time, he would do such movements every day.

From Zhan Shu's birth to the present, to when Zhan Shu was more than three years old, it should be done every day.

Not all dads can take care of their children every day, and they are so careful.

Before, I said that Uncle Jiu was an irresponsible father, but now it's ridiculous to think about it.

Uncle Jiu is the best father in the world...

In fact, the picture on the screen is not very clear, but when I quietly saw Jiu Shu, my eyes were lonely and painful.

She thought, Jiu Shu must be thinking of her at this time.

What do you think she is doing right now? Or maybe, fantasizing about talking to myself, telling her that he is giving the child a massage, the child is very good and obedient...

The tears fell silently, sliding down the quiet cheeks to the neck.

The dull pain in her heart, that kind of pain made her forget to breathe, and she couldn't find an outlet for catharsis.

When Jiu Shu finished massaging Zhan Shu, he was already asleep.

Looking at Jiu Shu quietly, he adjusted his sleeping position and covered his quilt, and kissed his little face before getting out of bed.

Looking at Uncle Jiu quietly, he stood by the bed for a while, motionless, his face blank.

That kind of dazedness seems to be not knowing what to do.

He blinked his eyes quietly, and the tears fell more fiercely.

Eyelashes wet, red eyes, looking distressed.

Quietly wanted to call out "Uncle Nine", but found that he couldn't open his mouth.

The domineering and bad Jiu Shu stood there blankly at this time, like a lost child.

Quietly stretched out his hand to touch Jiu Shu's face on the screen, just a little bit.

This touching action seems to touch not the screen, but the real Jiu Shu.

"Uncle Jiu, don't be like this...don't be like this!" quietly touching the screen, choked up.

She wanted Uncle Jiu to stop standing like this and move, even if it was.