Pastel Colours

Do such a low-level thing. "Mr. He picked up Songran, stabilized his waist, and stepped forward again, "You continue to guess, when you guessed it right, I will let you go. "

So Songran guessed all night and called all night, her throat became dumb and her tears ran away.

He swears that he will never paint yellow storm strips again in his life.

[Fanwai·Fourth] Day887 (Mr. S opened another mooncake shop in a flash)

On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the year, Songran decided to bake mooncakes lively at home.

Mr. He said it was difficult to understand. He applied to change family activities for two reasons: First, he is more accustomed to eating moon cakes bought from outside; second, he prefers the Soviet-style salt and pepper flavor to Cantonese-style moon cakes.

Soviet pepper and salt?

Songran ridiculed, denounced it as a cult that is even more anti-human than salty soy milk and sweet bean curd. He ruthlessly rejected Mr. He's application and replied: Individuals in the family should respect the opinions of the mainstream (that is, Bubu and Songran) , Should also improve the taste of choosing moon cakes.

Mr. He was quite depressed.

On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mr. He and Bobo finished brushing their teeth and washing their faces, and sat face to face at the table waiting for breakfast.

Songran tied a small napkin to Bobo, brought a bowl of spinach and pig liver porridge, half a sliced ​​soft-boiled egg, and put the small spoon in the child's hands, then slowly swayed into the kitchen for a long time, and brought out one The small dish was placed in front of Mr. He.

Inside was a Soviet-style pretzel mooncake, which was bitten off.

"This kind of loose pastry, bite off a table of scum, what's so delicious!"

Songran wiped the corners of her lips in disgust, licked the meringue left on her fingertips, turned to go back to the kitchen, and He Zhiyuan grabbed his apron: "My porridge."

"Mr. He doesn't have porridge today." Songran shook his apron neatly and shook He Zhiyuan's hand off, "Huh, with a pair of pretzel mooncakes, my porridge will not be insulted."

Then he hummed a little tune out of tune and served himself porridge.

Seeing this, Bubu hurriedly stretched out his arm and handed a spoon: "Here, eat quickly!"

Mr. He was even more depressed after eating his son's food.

At 9:30 in the morning, the family finished their breakfast and began to make preparations in front of the door.

Today, I will go to the Botanical Garden to enjoy sweet-scented osmanthus, and then go to the supermarket to purchase the ingredients for DIY moon cakes. Boob was happy like a husky, and happily rushed back to the room to change his clothes.

Songran added dry food to the two cats, and stood in front of the sink to wash.

After He Zhiyuan changed his shirt, he came out and embraced him affectionately from behind. He walked in with his apron tether with both hands, and fumbled restlessly around his waist: "Oh, I think you have a bit of a temper recently... …pregnant?"

Songran hit him hard with an elbow: "You are pregnant!"

He Zhiyuan then smiled and asked, "Why do you have to bake mooncakes yourself? Mooncakes are obviously everywhere in supermarkets."

"G movies are all over the place, why didn't you let me let go of your lofty enlightenment?" Songran held a steel ball in his hand and brushed the plate vigorously. "This is a parent-child activity!"

"Oh, parent-child activities, I really can't see how open we are..."

He Zhiyuan deliberately misinterpreted his meaning and repeated it quite profoundly. He touched his hands more and more down, almost approaching the crotch.

Songran was embarrassed, and slapped it across the apron: "I mean baking mooncakes, not eating wontons!"

He Zhiyuan smirked when he heard the words.

Song Ran blushed faintly: "Um...you will be more reserved in the future, don't always say you want to eat wontons in front of Bobu, he is still young and still doesn't understand, what if you understand? You... ...Too shameless!"

"It makes sense." He Zhiyuan nodded in agreement. "In the future, we will talk about baking mooncakes."

"Enough of you!"

Song Ran angrily stepped on his foot.

The large white silkworm cocoon flashed by a row of blue lights passing by the kitchen door, just to capture this scene, and issued a beep, adding a thousand points to Songran.

In the afternoon, they returned from the supermarket with a full load. The silver-grey Infiniti drove into the canopy parking space. Songran jumped out of the co-pilot and lifted Bobo out of the child seat. He Zhiyuan went around to the back and took out two big bags from the trunk. food. Songran accepted a bag tacitly, took out a box of moon cake molds from it and handed it to Bubu.

Everyone in a family of three had something to take and happily went upstairs to make moon cakes.

He Zhiyuan is on the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, but there are still some tasks to be handled by SwordArc headquarters, so he applied for a 20-minute non-disturbance working time. Songran approved, and led Bubu to guard the kitchen, mixing noodles, mixing oil, melting sugar, and preparing for mooncakes. The two lazy cats had nothing to do and curled up into Tai Chi gossip under the sun.

"Oh, it's stuck, it's stuck!"

In the kitchen, Bubu stretched out his small hand towards Songran, spread his five fingers, and hung a few sticky noodles between them.

Songran rinsed him off, wiped off the flour on his cheeks, took out a pair of thin plastic gloves to put on him, and then asked him to go back to knead the dough again.

Bubu regarded kneading the dough as a game, kneading it, pinching out a rabbit ear, then kneading it, and pinching out a rabbit ear. Five minutes later, the dough became a hedgehog.

Songran couldn't help asking: "Bobo, what is this?"

"Rabbit moon cakes!" Bubu replied, "A lot of rabbits, a big nest, but only the ears are exposed!"

Songran was amused by his childish language, and did not correct it. As he squeezed, he stood on the edge of the Liuli table and adjusted the lotus paste filling. After adjusting for a while, he glanced at the cooking clock and said to Boob, "Go tell Dad, there are five minutes left for work."

"Oh!" Bubu ran out, then ran back. "Dad said ‘um’!"

Ok?

Then it will time out.

Songran is well aware of the black history of Mr. Workaholic. As long as this person answers "Yes", it means that he hasn't heard it at all. So the halving hand moved five bars forward, he put down the mixing spoon, and walked to the living room—Mr. He was still working on the notebook intently, completely unaware of the passage of time.

"Zhiyuan, your time is up." Songran urged him across the coffee table, "Bubu waited in a hurry."

"Coming soon."

He Zhiyuan didn't raise his head, his right hand continued to crackle on the keyboard, and his left hand showed him four fingers-it only took four minutes.

Songran directly walked around the coffee table, bent down, held his hand, and pressed his fingers back one by one.

"No, not even one minute." He was determined. "If you say twenty minutes, it will be twenty minutes. If you drag on, you will clean up the kitchen tonight. The mooncakes made by Bobu will not be eaten for you, and you are not allowed to go to bed. Sleep, and no small wontons to eat."

He was wearing a red chipmunk apron when he said this. He Zhiyuan looked up and saw that, his whole body was hot, and the fascinating thoughts in his mind instantly came alive, and he couldn't hold it back. He immediately clasped Songran's wrists into his arms. Tugged, turned his body sideways, and pressed the person on the sofa.

Song Ran was taken aback.

There were still flour and egg liquid on his hands, and he didn't dare to stain He Zhiyuan's expensive shirt, so he barely touched it with his elbow, and was kissed on his wrist. He hurriedly retracted his hands and stared at He Zhiyuan nervously: "What are you doing? Bubu is still in the kitchen."

"I ask a question and you will be free after answering it." He Zhiyuan has never liked making things difficult. "I always feel that you have been particularly arrogant and lawless lately. You are doing everything against me. What's the matter, you have dynamite?"

Songran blinked and smiled: "I did it on purpose."

He Zhiyuan: "Why?"

"Anyway, no matter how good you are during the day, and you can't avoid being tossed by you at night, it's better to be arrogant." Songran replied openly and frankly, "You are arrogant at night, I have to be arrogant during the day."

When Mr. He heard this, his self-esteem was severely hit: "Toss? My skills are so bad?"

"It's not that the technique is bad..." Songran's ears turned red suddenly and whispered: "How do you say that your technique is good...I, I also have dignity, I don't want to be fainted by the **** every night, you Just take it easy, okay?"

Mr. He received the supreme compliment and was in a good mood. He reached out and patted his upturned butt, and said with a smile: "Okay, I promise not to let you dizzy tonight."

Under Songran's supervision, Mr. He temporarily suspended his work and joined the mooncake team as the main DPS, which caused the dungeon to advance at a rapid rate and quickly conquered a series of levels such as kneading, filling, wrapping, pressing, and baking.

After a long 30-minute wait, Mr. He personally took out a plate of lotus seed egg yolk moon cakes from the oven, a total of six, oily, fragrant, golden yellow, which made the index finger move.

Bobo drooled down three thousand feet, and Songran quickly pulled a paper towel to him.

The homemade mooncakes are really different from the glamorous **** outside. They tasted fresh and soft. Songran deliberately picked up some crushed cinnamon in the botanical garden in the morning and sprinkled it into the egg yolk filling, biting off his lips and teeth to leave the fragrance. Bubu was busy all afternoon. He was so hungry that he gnawed a mouthful of egg yolk, patted his belly and burped wildly. Every time he hit one, he laughed loudly, fearing that he would choke his throat and just give The water has been poured down.

That night, Bubu was obviously over-excited. After eating the mooncakes, he kept acting like a baby to He Zhiyuan, asking him to accompany him in a paper-moulded car, and pushing around the house quickly after the ride. Later, when He Zhiyuan went to the study to deal with the work, he grabbed the funny cat stick, while provoking a fight with the cloth bag and cloth bag, while squatting on the side to watch the battle, whoever fell into the wind would cheer.

At ten o'clock, Songran put away the toys scattered on the floor, took the cloth to take a bath, and finally washed, dried, hugged to bed, and was entangled in telling two fairy tales. When he finished his mission and returned to the bedroom, Mr. He had already bathed, and he was wearing a silk nightgown. He leaned on the head of the bed and flipped through the magazine. When he came in, the corners of his lips happily twitched upwards.

Seeing He Zhiyuan's hot eyes, Songran knew that he had to sell wontons again tonight, and immediately tightened his butt-seven days a week, every day, every day, Oiran is not as dedicated to his job as he does.

There is no way, who made him like He Zhiyuan more than anyone else, and he likes it so much that he can't even say his refusal.

Thinking of Jun chrysanthemum itchy, see Jun chrysanthemum bloom, talk about morals.

So ashamed, Songran pointed to the bathroom and asked, "Today, um, what...what does it taste like?"

He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Rose."

"it is good."

Songran's cheeks flushed, took the cat in the bath towel and went into the bathroom, flushed over and over again to wash away the remaining oily smoke smell, and when it was clean, he took out a bottle of rose oil and a few small tools from the closet, very seriously Lubricate and expand myself. Half an hour later he opened the door and came out. He Zhiyuan was gone, and there was a bright red apron on the big bed.

Attached note: Come to the kitchen.

Isn't it?

Naked...naked apron play? ! So perverted?

Songran collapsed onto the bed, grabbed his apron and wailed for a while-the **** clothes were fine, but this, this is the home style he has worn for months! There is also a cute chipmunk painted on it. It needs to be more serious and serious, and it needs to be used for fun and play tonight. It is awkward.

He looked left and right. After tangling for a long time, he didn't have the face to wear it. Later, he thought that He Zhiyuan was still outside. After waiting for a long time, he might weaken. He had to make up his mind and put it on with a look of death.

Songran went into battle in a vacuum. The skin of the whole body was bare, and the twill of the apron was not soft. Just rubbing the **** would harden the nipples. The eroticism swelled into two small red beans, and the crotch was obviously bulged and not even at all. .

He opened the door, barefoot, clutching the roots of his legs, and slipped out like a thief.

The living room, dining room and kitchen are all dark, without a light on.

In order to allow him to retain a sense of security hiding in the dark, He Zhiyuan thoughtfully turned off all lighting equipment, even the small Q that runs 24 hours a day, cut off the power, and aggrieved the floor wall in the corner of the living room.

Songran realized the cherished love, and immediately turned back, not scolding He Zhiyuan for being abnormal.

He touched the wall and walked forward step by step, quietly passing the child's door, and quietly passing through the hallway of the living room. As he walked, his cheeks became hotter and hotter-the lace of this apron was very long, and it was tight. Hanging down most of it, as soon as he walked around, the tail swayed, and kept pushing his sensitive waist and gluteal groove.

The itch is dead, it must be cut off tomorrow!

He blushed and swore.

When Songran arrived in the kitchen, He Zhiyuan was waiting for him by the liu desk.

S City is a city that never sleeps. Thousands of bright neon lights turn into a flowing Milky Way, which is repeatedly refracted in the midnight sky, shrouded in large expanses of magnificent dark red. Mottled lights floated outside the window, half-bright and half-dark, showing the **** silhouette of a man.

He has broad shoulders, a strong chest, and eight clear-line abdominal muscles. At this moment, he is temptingly zooming with the sound of calm breathing. He lowered his head, his eyes and expression hidden deep in the shadows, Songran couldn't see clearly, but the fierce and violent shape of the sexual organs outlined by the cotton underwear made Songran feel a huge pressure and a strong thirst.

How afraid of pain is, just as much craving for love.

This man... is always the whirlpool of his **** center.

Songran has been reluctant to admit that no matter how bold and bold he is during the day, when he meets naked at night, his small heart will force him to turn into a gravel and bow his head to surrender to his god.

How can he describe his dependence on He Zhiyuan?

About as long as He Zhiyuan gave an order, he would take the initiative to walk over, like a coquettish kitten, worshiping the legs with his cheeks and lips, then raising his head, obsessively and piously, begging him to come down. Affectionate.

He Zhiyuan is better than the sky to a bird with broken wings.

Songran looked at the tall man in front of him, his breathing became disordered, his lower abdomen was hot, and his sexuality was about to explode, so that he realized that He Zhiyuan had already attacked him after being pressed against the door by his hands for three seconds.

So urgent.

Anxious and reassuring, willing to condone all animal desires that stem from love.

Songran closed his eyes obediently and stood against the door. He felt He Zhiyuan’s hot sniffle approaching from behind, rushing towards his earlobe, holding it with his teeth, licking passionately for a moment, and then lingering to the back of the neck, along The fragile spine kissed all the way.

One inch, one inch lower.

He Zhiyuan kissed fiercely. When his lips and teeth touched the skin, he always made a clear moist sound. When the kiss reached his waist, he suddenly knelt on one knee behind Song Ran.

"You... don't..."

Songran imagined that incredible picture, almost unable to breathe.

The autumn night is still ahead, and the summer is hot behind. The heat wave was surging and swept in. He began to sweat a lot, and his full **** rubbed **** the rough cloth. It hurt, but a drop of pubic fluid overflowed.

The sensitive zone behind it has always been Song Ran's dead spot, like a splash of fresh blood, it instantly awakens the beast that feeds on **** in the body. He trembled so badly, his teeth clenched harder and tighter, his body tried hard to move to the door, pressed against a few cold tiles, but couldn't lower his burning body temperature.

The man stayed on the waist for a while, then licked up along the spine, very slow, comparable to torture.

Songran can't stand it anymore: "Don't, don't lick, you are like this...ah... it's better to go directly..."

"Do you think I don't want to go directly?!" He Zhiyuan tightened his waist abruptly, attached it to his ear, and took a bite. "If you come one step later, I will change to **** play."

rape?

Songran's eyes deepened, and his five fingers gradually clenched in secret.

In the next second, he suddenly exerted force and hit his elbow backwards, forcing the unprepared He Zhiyuan to fall back half a step. At the same time, the loach broke free from his arms, and in a blink of an eye, he pressed his neck against the guest, pushing him against him. On the refrigerator.

He Zhiyuan: "... Song Ran?"

"do not move."

He smiled slyly, raised his head and kissed He Zhiyuan's lips, then knelt down in the stunned eyes of the other party, took off the cotton underwear, let the scarlet and thick **** hit his face and opened his mouth. Live, lick the wet cylinder skillfully, and hold it deep in the mouth.

"Uh……"

The unexpected pleasure came both turbulent and gentle. He Zhiyuan gradually relaxed, gasped in contentment, stretched out his hand, stroked Songran's hair and cheeks in the dark, and asked hoarsely: "What's the matter? Suddenly thought. Get up and make this for me."

Songran shook his head, did not speak, but instead held the **** deeper.

He tightened his mouth, rolled the stem with a soft tongue, and tried repeatedly. Occasionally, the stem penetrated too deeply, so he swallowed deliberately, letting his throat squeeze the sensitive tender meat at the top. At this time, He Zhiyuan would take a breath of cold air, and then the taste buds would taste a more fishy male breath.

Song Ran heard this **** out of control voice almost intoxicated.

After a while, he spit out most of the wet **** tools, sucked on the top indiscriminately, and smiled: "It's **** that goes against your will. I'm like this. How can you **** me?"

He Zhiyuan was too shocked to speak, but in the next second, Songran did something more shocking-he patted the ice button on the refrigerator door hard, and waited for the ice outlet to smash out a bunch of pieces. Bing grabbed a handful of it and stuffed it into his mouth, quickly covering the **** tools on his lips.

"Fuck!"

He Zhiyuan couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

The ice cube is a physical stimulus, and Songran's boldness is a psychological stimulus. The two stimuli go into battle together, and He Zhiyuan's calmness is like being thrown into an ice crusher, and it is smashed into pieces.

For about two minutes, his breathing was no longer stable, his chin lifted, the back of his head pressed against the refrigerator door, and he panted heavily while rubbing Songran's hair, trying his best to restrain the desire to push his waist down into his throat. .

"Deeper...deeper...well, very good..."

After a while, Songran heard a rapid breath from above his head, and just wanted to hold it deeper, but was pushed away by an out of control force.

He sat down on the ground embarrassedly and saw a large pool of **** splashing out in front of him, soiling the red apron in front of him.

He Zhiyuan shot a lot this time, and spots of turbid liquid fell on his apron. Song Ran looked down for a while, then looked up at him, his face flushed, and the corners of his eyes were stained with clear water.

"Zhiyuan, me, can I..."

He sat on the ground, hesitantly separated his legs, put his hands under the apron, held the long-awaited **** tool, and began to play with himself eagerly, sometimes overflowing with an unbearable moan or two.

Even if he doesn't touch, as long as he can see this man in his eyes, he can **** without regret.

He Zhiyuan was going to be mad by him like this, bent over to stand up, dragged him into the restaurant, pressed firmly in front of the three-meter-high French window, and masturbated for him himself.

They live on the twelfth floor and have a wide field of vision. They can see the full moon when they look up.

On the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the light is bright and bright, like a layer of milk pouring down.

Songran's facial features are particularly clear by the moonlight, including the red ears, the bitten lips, the nose tip that seeps with sweat, and the **** eyes. Even in such a moment when he was completely captured by desire, he will always be as clean as a big boy.

He Zhiyuan stared at his affectionate lover, turned his face, and printed a series of broken kisses on his sweaty cheeks.

Songran, you probably don't believe it, and I also have love that is not inferior to you.

I love the haze you have carried in the past, the light you will bathe in the future, love every inch where you have walked, and love the time you breathe every second.

I will be by your side every reunion day in the future.

Songran, did you hear that?

He separated the two damp buttocks, put his fingers in the hole from the pink hole, stirred it for a while, and then withdrew, stabilized his **** that was blooming again, and inserted it deeply.

"what!"

The young man in his arms couldn't bear it, groaned, and subconsciously tightened his body, but quickly adjusted his breathing based on his past experience, tried to relax his hips, and wanted to accept him.

He Zhiyuan then slowly stiffened his waist and sent it in. Every time he sent a little, he would be bitten by passionate intestines.

Songran's front vibrated like a hot iron pillar, but his back was roughly pried open, but it looked like a wet and hot nest. He Zhiyuan gradually sent the whole root to the end, twitching tentatively twice. Seeing that it was in good condition, he no longer continued to restrain himself, holding Songran's waist and moving fiercely, fiercely hitting sensitive points.

In fact, he didn't intend to be too cruel, but in Songran's body, he would often lose control.

Sexual desire was originally an evil poppy, but to him, it was like a large sea of ​​poppies in full bloom, gorgeous and rich. There was a way forward in the sea of ​​flowers, but there was no way back.

In He Zhiyuan's continuous attack, the air was filled with a strong breath of estrus, mixed with the mint fragrance of shower gel. As Songran twisted and struggled, the floor-to-ceiling window glass was smeared with a layer of messy sweat, and it gradually appeared dirty.

The turbulent sweat was endless, dripping down one after another, soaking the floor near their feet.

The climax of the two loves came faster and more intense than expected. Songran couldn't bear it, turned her head eagerly, and got entangled in He Zhiyuan's lips, and couldn't bear to let go of her breathing. In the last few collisions, he happily hits the center, and the refreshing pleasure climbed the peak, turned into essence and poured out, dripping on the glass and the floor.

In the process, I did not know when the laces were torn apart, and the soaked red apron quietly fell off from Song Ran, enshrining this mature body soaked in eroticism under the moonlight.

It's like that...I want to cherish.

This time, He Zhiyuan kept his promise and didn't faint Songran, so after the affair, they stood in front of the French windows hugging each other, looking at the perfect moon in the night sky.

"I just... I heard you say that you love me." Songran's consciousness was still a little confused, and he gasped slightly, "Did you say it?"

He Zhiyuan nodded: "I said."

Songran asked: "When?"

"When you want to hear it." He Zhiyuan smiled gently, "Whenever you want to hear this sentence, I will say it exactly."

Liar!

Songran muttered in his heart, but the corners of his mouth bent unconsciously, and he muttered to himself: I want to hear it now, especially want to hear it, you say it, you say it.

Then, he was held tighter by He Zhiyuan.

"I love you." The man leaned close to his ear and said in a familiar and **** voice, "Songran, I love you."

[Fanwai·Fifth] The Birth of DayX Mini Boob (Birth)

Bubu is very happy recently. He shows off in the kindergarten all day long, saying that he is about to have a small attendant, and even handing out lollipops to other children to show his joy.

Lily of the valley was the first to choose lollipops.

She carefully picked an orange flavor, and asked while peeling the sugar paper: "Where is your little servant?"

Bubu said, "In the belly of my brother!"

Lily of the valley gave a long "Oh", bit the lollipop and said, "Then it will be a long time before you see him."

"It's okay!" Bubb said happily. "A few months will pass quickly. When he comes out, I will teach him to walk, run, and catch cats so that he can be a qualified little attendant."

"Wait a minute." Suzuran interrupted him with a small palm and asked in confusion, "Is your brother an Omega too?"

"No."

Boob shook his head vigorously.

Lily of the valley: "Then why can he get pregnant?"

Boob thought for a while, tilted his head and spread his hands: "Maybe some mysterious force is doing things."

Lily of the valley: "..."

Due to some mysterious force, Song Xiaoran became pregnant somehow, and Mr. He was very happy.

Song Xiaoran himself expressed that he was not happy at all, clutching his swollen belly and acting as a demon at home, never going back to the image of a little warm man at home.

Mr. He called to consult Zhan Yuwen, and the other party calmly replied: "During pregnancy, hormonal disorders, emotional sensitivity, and demonism are normal. Your family is still a man. You have made people's stomachs bigger, so you can't tolerate them? Ten Months, squeak it, relax."

Mr. He was convinced, and began to do everything possible to pet his wife.

On this day, Song Xiaoran sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding his chest and abdomen, pulling the T-shirt hem and trying to pull it down, covering his slightly bulging belly. One second, two seconds, three seconds... He couldn't hold back his strength, his stomach bulged out in a big circle, and the T-shirt slid up immediately, hanging loosely on top of his stomach.

"..."

Song Xiaoran stared at her bare belly, getting more and more angry, patted the sofa and shouted: "He Zhiyuan!"

The study room opened in response, and Mr. He came out from inside, hurried to the sofa and knelt down on one knee, and asked him with concern: "What's wrong, is it uncomfortable?"

Song Xiaoran pointed to his stomach: "Look at it, the abdominal muscles are gone! You are all responsible for it!"

Mr. He was helpless: "This..."

Song Xiaoran had a good figure before pregnancy. He was 1.78 meters tall and trained with four pack abs with Mr. He. The shape is beautiful, and he squeezed it smugly when he was fine. After pregnancy, the abdominal muscles gradually relax. Four pieces become two pieces, and two pieces become one piece. The remaining piece is not very strong. With a finger poke, it is soft and swaying. Sitting and walking are like holding a round steamed bun. Years of fitness results were ruined, and I was very depressed.

Mr. He remembered that Zhan Yuwen had said that the pregnant husband should follow the pet, so he reached out and touched the dumpling, and comforted Song Xiaoran: "Imagine that these abdominal muscles did not disappear, but ran into the stomach. Here, I became a little baby...How about it, is it better?"

Songran exploded his hair on the spot and cut him fiercely: "It's light to say! You have eight pack abs, why don't you come and play with twins?"

Mr. He: "..."

I have to admit that the appearance of Song Xiaoran holding his belly is really irritating, making people want to bully him even more.

Mr. He licked his lips and smiled, and raised his gun somewhere.

Song Xiaoran hadn't complained enough, but suddenly he was thrown onto the sofa by Mr. He, and the other party leaned over to kiss him, unbuttoning his shirt and belt while kissing. Song Xiaoran was caught off guard, swearing in his mouth, and at first there were a few hard sentences. Later, Mr. He took off his pants, grabbed the "handle" and licked a few mouthfuls, then opened his legs hummingly.

Once the position is lost, cursing is like flirting and struggling like seducing. Soon, the pliable little white waist was twisted and his bones disappeared.

Mr. He smiled and said: "You said, I will shoot another shot now, will you be pregnant with twins?"

Song Xiaoran raised her crimson neck, swallowed constantly, and yelled aggrievedly: "Go away, get out of you... uh... ah..."

Mr. He was not angry either, he carried his gun and wandered through the enemy's line, killing and attacking, making the sofa a small boat in the storm.

When Song Xiaoran was seven months pregnant, her small belly turned into a big belly, and her abdominal muscles were gone forever. Mr. He comforted him for a long time, and promised to accompany him to practice back immediately after giving birth, and the little warm boy at home has officially returned.

Young people in the third trimester have a gentler personality than before.

He likes to lean on the bedside and tell Bobu stories. The unborn baby listens through his belly. Sometimes he is happy to listen to it. He twists his body happily, and Bobu is surprised. He also likes to wear little yellow duck pajamas and cloth with parent-child clothes. Bubu is short, short-handed and short-footed, and he is like a duck. Songran was tall and didn't look a lot like before, but now his belly is supporting his clothes, and his body looks chubby, but it looks like a duck.

In order to take care of Song Xiaoran, Mr. He obliged to take on all the housework.

He is not very good at Chinese food, so he must read the recipe. Every night when he was in charge of cooking, he looked back and saw two cute creatures, one big and one small, standing at the door waiting for food. He felt that the greatest happiness of his life could be this.

Song Xiaoran didn't stop working after getting pregnant and accepted the paper as usual. Mr. He was afraid that he would be tired, so he strictly supervised him every day, and the accumulated working hours should not exceed four hours. Once when Song Xiaoran felt tired halfway through the painting, she rubbed her waist and raised her head to see Mr. He standing at the door.

He asked: "What's wrong?"

Mr. He hooked his hand: "Come to the room and rub your waist."

After Song Xiaoran found out that he was pregnant, Mr. He specially found someone to learn massage techniques, skillfully, and provided one-hour service every night. Song Xiaoran just had a sore back, followed him back to the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, picked up a soft pillow and lay on the edge of the bed, tucked away the house clothes, revealing a white waist.

Mr. He pressed and asked, "Is it particularly easy to get sore these days?"

"The belly is big, it's normal." Song Xiaoran hummed comfortably, "Go down a little bit, and stay in the middle."

"it is good."

Mr. He moved his position according to his words, and continued: "I had a meeting in the study just now. I took a ball and stuffed it in front of my stomach. It is the kind of inflatable ball that Bubu loves to play in the bathtub. I want to experience how you feel... sitting After a long time, it is indeed easy to get backache."

Song Xiaoran was happy: "Do you practice all of this?"

"How do you know that you are uncomfortable?" Mr. He pressed down his spine all the way, squeezing every tight loin along the way, "I've ordered a chair for you, airlifted it over, and it will arrive in three days."

Song Xiaoran turned his head: "What chair?"

"The ergonomic chair specially designed for the little pregnant woman is oddly shaped and very comfortable to sit on." Mr. He introduced, "This chair was still on the drawing a few weeks ago. I walked through the back door and took it off for you in advance. "

Song Xiaoran got up, hugged his Mr. He, pursed his lips, and printed a soft sweet kiss.

"Thank you, you are the best."

With the ergonomic chair, Song Xiao's pregnancy is much more comfortable. Of course, the convenience he enjoys is more than this. In recent years, Mr. He has been in charge of the home robot branch of SwordArc and has a good knowledge of the black technology in the industry. He often comes back to serve Song Xiaoran with some novel things and serves him comfortably.

The mini **** is so long and long, it grows to nine months, approaching the due date.

Song Xiaoran had no experience. He thought he was going to give birth when his stomach hurts. He ran to the hospital several times in a panic, and made Mr. He dumbfounded.

Mr. He said: "The doctor told me that I should go to the hospital when the pain is rhythmic, forget it?"

Song Xiaoran couldn't make it through, and asked angrily, "What is "rhythmic"? Legend of Phoenix or Tianjin Allegro?"

Mr. He hugged him and said with a smile: "Anyway, if you just have a pain like you, you will definitely not be born."

"You can laugh at me as much as you want, bad dad with no conscience." Song Xiaoran pushed him away, holding his stomach alone and sulking, "It wasn't you who were born. Of course you are calmer in the world. Humph."

"Okay, I was wrong." Mr. He coaxed him, "I admit my mistake, can I?"

"No." Song Xiaoran refused to forgive, "not sincere at all."

Mr. He had to ask: "Then how can you forgive me?"

Song Xiaoran pointed to his stomach: "You let it come to Thomas' full spin, I immediately forgive you."

"..."

Faced with the unreasonable troubles of the young pregnant man, even if the emotional intelligence is as high as Mr. He, he cannot handle it properly. He was about to argue a few words when he saw Song Xiaoran suddenly covering his stomach, tightening his brows, and bending down in pain.

"I forgive you! Forgive you!" Song Xiaoran changed his words in a second, begging tragically for mercy, "You let it stop, hurry up!"

Mr. He: "I..."

What can I do?

Three hours later, the bedroom.

Song Xiaoran lay weakly in Mr. He's arms, sweating profusely, and said with a trembling voice: "I, I seem to...find a feeling..."

Mr. He asked: "How does it feel?"

"Festival...rhythm..." Song Xiaoran described incoherently, "It's the kind of rhythm that the doctor said before, especially strong, wanting to have a baby..."

"Then you still dragged your life and refused to go to the hospital?!"

Mr. He almost jumped up.

Song Xiaoran looked ashamed and angry: "I was not sure just now! In case of oolong again, where should I put my face?"

"Then how are you sure now?" Mr. He's face was pale, "It's painful?"

"It's not...yes, it's the ass..." Song Xiaoran squeezed, buried his face in his neck, and said softly like a mosquito, "My **** is wet..."

"..."

Mr. He sat quietly for five seconds, reached out his hand to touch his ass, picked up the phone, and straightened