Ma’am, Your Little Dragon Cub is Four and a Half Years Old

  Chapter 737 The Secret of Longchi 2

  Bo Fengyin Xiaolong stared at the words of reason on the wall, distinguished each word, and read out: "I, Si Mingjing, love Mo Yinhe the most, and I want mandarin ducks to play in the water forever."

  Mo Yinhe, who was standing outside the Longchi and wandering around, heard his son's cool and cute words, suddenly came back to his senses, looked at his beautiful wife in the Longchi, and blinked his deep eyes.

  That look, full of affection, secretly flirting.

  Si Mingjing blushed, and explained: "I didn't say it, it was the writing on the wall."

Mo Yinhe raised his eyebrows, and didn't pay attention to Si Mingjing's explanation. He jumped off the Longchi with a tall body, walked towards the wall of the Longchi, stared at the writing on the wall, and asked his son cunningly: "Read it again!" .”

  Bo Fengyin and Xiaolong Cub repeated it again: "I, Si Mingjing, love Mo Yinhe the most, and I want mandarin ducks to play in the water, forever."

  The corner of Mo Yinhe's evil mouth was stained with a trace of uncontrollable laughter, and he tilted his head and said to his wife, "Baby, so you want to play with me here?"

  The two children were here, Si Mingjing kicked him, coughed lightly: "Be serious, I told you it wasn't me!"

   "That's hard to say."

  Mo Yinhe rubbed his chin with great interest, and said meaningfully: "Maybe it was you from ten thousand years ago, who confessed to me ten thousand years ago, Ming Jing, I heard it."

  He laughed heartily and was more than a little pleased.

   These are the most beautiful words of love, engraved on the indelible stone wall, experienced vicissitudes, and fell into his heart.

   Blossoms bloom everywhere in his heart, so brilliant.

  Si Mingjing's phoenix eyes were so frivolous that he thought it was possible.

   "Is this temple the place where the two of us eloped?"

  Si Mingjing was shy, embarrassed, but also felt good. If that was the case, it seemed that there was something interesting about it.

  Bo Fengyin little dragon cub shook his witty little head and said, "Hoho, I know, Dad, the handsome man on the mural must be you, and my mother is the little dragon **** the mural."

  Mo Yinhe stretched out his long arms, and embraced Si Mingjing who was lost in thought.

  He lowered his head and pinched her round chin, with a touch of interest in his fingertips, his teasing voice was magnetic and numb: "Baby, we are back to our lair, why don't we play with each other now?"

  Si Mingjing laughed so hard that he knocked down his hand: "I don't want to."

  She escaped from his arms, lest a man's instinct explode.

  But just one step away, his body was dragged into Mo Yinhe's arms again. Mo Yinhe was in a happy mood at the moment, how could he not want to do something, he couldn't care less about the two children by his side, so he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

  Red lips, seductive red lips.

  Mo Yinhe tasted it lightly, put his forehead against hers, and smiled lowly.

  Si Mingjing felt uncomfortable when he laughed, and raised his eyes slightly, trying to break the ambiguity.

  Suddenly...

  Mo Yinhe held her face in both hands, and sealed her lips again.

  This time it is not just a taste, but an in-depth exploration.

  Bo Fengyin and Ye Nianbai, the two little dragon cubs, turned their backs, don't look at evil~~~

   Later, Si Mingjing and Mo Yinhe sat by the Longchi, watching the two children playing in the Longchi.

  Obviously still the same Longchi, but at this moment in the hearts of Si Mingjing and Mo Yinhe, it has a different meaning.

   It seems to be sublimated in an instant.

  In addition, the son can make up stories, and the stories made up before also have new meanings.

  The two sat side by side by the Longchi, reminiscing about the content of Xiaofengyin's reading of the murals and telling stories before, which automatically fills their brains into the hearts of the two, giving birth to silent warmth and sweetness.

   Or, this is where the two of them are.

It is said that life is just like the first meeting, but they survived thousands of years, their hearts are still as tight as when they first met, and they got married and had children, and they have a happy family, so they don't have to elope anymore. in the cave.

  The more Si Mingjing thought about it, the more beautiful he felt. He leaned his head on Mo Yinhe's shoulder, and his two white legs fell into the pool water.

  Mo Yinhe stretched out an arm and put it on her shoulder, pulling her into his arms.

  Si Mingjing said: "What a pity."

   "What a pity?"

   "I have kept so many Dragon Spit Beads, and I have cherished a lot of memories. How come there is no end of the first meeting. Now I can only rely on the murals and imagine out of thin air."

  Si Mingjing wants to know more details, but unfortunately there are too few details, all relying on brain power.

Mo Yinhe laughed three times, and he said: "What's the matter, the imagination is the most beautiful, let Fengyin make up a paragraph for you every day, it is guaranteed to be a soul-stirring romantic love story, our son is talented in this aspect, We can tap his potential.”

  Si Mingjing also laughed, and said, "If the eldest brother knows that we have developed his potential in this area, he will definitely be surprised and despise us."

   "Just don't let him know, one more skill, one more job."

  Si Mingjing laughed so hard that he buried his head in his arms, wondering if his son still needs more jobs?

   But it can be used as a hobby.

   Isn’t vest popular now?

   Dig hard, open a small vest in the future, and become a gold medal screenwriter.

  The two imagined the future of their children and couldn't stop laughing.

  Two hours later, after Xiaobai had finished soaking, they left Longchi, but did not leave the temple.

  Thinking that this temple might be the home of the two of them tens of thousands of years ago, they stayed to discuss with the designer how to redecorate this place into a warm home. The current temple is too solemn and serious.

   It wasn’t when the two built this place ten thousand years ago, how did they make it so sacred?

   A day will pass quickly.

  Back to Prince Bo's Mansion, Ye Siyuan called and said that it was snowing in Ye City.

  Si Mingjing was very excited.

  She had long been looking forward to the snow in the Night City, walking in the snow.

   "Sister-in-law, when will you and my brother come back? And when will the children come back?"

  The family suddenly lost a few children, and it was deserted, a little unaccustomed.

  Grandma would ask four or five times a day, when will the children come back?

  Originally, grandma would study food every day. After the children were out of school, she would call several children to her to eat all kinds of pastries she made.

  Grandpa also felt that there was something missing in the days. He could have sent the children to the study every day, watched the children practice brush calligraphy, or asked the children to play chess.

   Although the young nephews are very young, they are not ambiguous at all when playing chess.

  Especially Ye Jingzhe, the one who plays Go is called 666, every time grandpa calls with old friends, he has to brag about his little great-grandson.

Si Mingjing wanted to go back to see the snow scene, she said: "I'll be back in two days, you call the prince first, and ask the prince to send the children in the white whoring city back to Yecheng, and your brother and I will rush back later. .”

  (end of this chapter)