General Leng's superb wife

The sky is very blue and cloudless. The weeping willows beside the road dance gently in the wind.

At the gate of the garden community, a fashionably dressed woman looked happily at her son who was following behind her. She opened her hands and pouted "Mom, Mom" ​​as she staggered towards her. She was very cute.

"Sister Chen, we're going to pick up our son!" A slim and handsome woman wearing a loose T-shirt walked out pushing a stroller.

"Yeah." He glanced down at the baby in the car. He was looking at her with his big eyes blinking. He sucked his pinky little hands hard with his little mouth. He was very enthusiastic and looked very cute. "Your Muxue."

, getting cuter and cuter!”

A pair of small hands were placed on the car, and a small head was slowly poked out. The little boy finally came over!

He lay down beside the car and watched quietly. Suddenly, the little boy raised his legs and leaned into the car. The stroller shook a few times in protest.

"Ziming"

Ignoring his mother's cry, he put his mouth in front of the little girl. Under the surprised gaze of the little girl, he generously sucked her little hand. What's delicious? He also wants to taste it!

"Haha, this kid!"

"Ziming is really cute! Haha"

Besides being soft, it’s also not delicious! The little boy raised his head and looked at the girl giggling at him, his eyes suddenly lit up as if he had discovered a new world. Could it be that it’s delicious here?!

The head is slightly forward, and the mouth is pressed against the smiling mouth. Well, this tastes pretty good!

Reluctantly being picked up, the little boy smacked his lips and glanced hatefully at his mother who was still carrying him. The little girl in the car cried loudly, wiping her mouth vigorously with her hands, and there was still something on her lips.

His saliva remained.

That year, Su Muxue was one year old and Yang Ziming was three years old. After that, every time he saw Muxue, he would kiss her and then smile at her sillyly, but she would always glare at him and talk to Muxue.

The first thing I said to him was "get out", which he enunciated clearly and pronounced correctly.

On the green field in front of the community, several children were packing away toys and "pots and pans." A chubby little boy slowly approached Muxue, who was sitting on the grass and packing things attentively.

"Muxue, did you have fun today?"

"happy"

"Next time we play house, I will be the father and you will be the mother, okay?"

"good"

"As promised, you are not allowed to pretend to be husband and wife with others!"

"good"

"This grass ring is for you, do you like it?" The little boy shyly handed over a grass ring. The spikes of dogtail grass were still dangling, but it did not affect the overall exquisiteness.

“So beautiful, I like it”

"Do you want more and more beautiful ones in the future?"

"think"

"When you grow up, you can be my wife, okay?"

"not good"

"Why?"

"Because you have a runny nose"

The little boy looked helpless. He had caught a cold recently, okay? That year, Su Muxue was four years old and Yang Ziming was six years old. Since then, Yang Ziming has paid special attention to his health and exercised regularly. He rarely catches a cold. Even if he does,

He also managed not to have a runny nose in front of Muxue.

One day when I was in elementary school, on the way home, some hideous-looking gangsters blocked Muxue in an alley, asked her for pocket money, and touched Muxue's face with their dirty hands.

Muxue felt nauseous and stubbornly turned her head to avoid the dirty hand. She held on to the corners of her clothes with both hands without saying a word.

"Oh, she has quite a personality! Search her body for me! The little girl has thin skin and tender flesh, and she is quite pretty." The red-haired boss who was close to Su Muxue sneered at the person next to him.

He gave me a wink.

Several young minions in fancy clothes whistling slowly approached, with lewd smiles on their faces.

"Let her go!" Yang Ziming appeared at the entrance of the alley, staring at the gangster with a serious face. He ran over in a few steps and pulled Mu Xue behind him.

"Haha, you are just a little brat, but you still want to be a hero and save the beauty? Brothers, come on."

That day, Yang Ziming was beaten with a bruised nose, a swollen face, and a broken arm. When the patrol police on the road arrived, Yang Ziming's mouth was bleeding, and he gently wiped the tears on Mu Xue's face, smiled and said it was okay, but his hand slipped gently and he fainted.

On the ground.

That year, Su Muxue was ten years old and Yang Ziming was twelve years old. For the next month, Yang Ziming spent the next month in the hospital, wearing a plaster and wrapped like a mummy. Every time Muxue went to see him, he would always be attracted by him.

The look was funny, Yang Ziming pretended to be angry and said, "Do you have a conscience? I saved you. How can you thank me? Or just pledge yourself to me!", "That's a nice thought!"

Don't forget to give him two punches, completely ignoring his grin.