Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Mu Nanzhi was so happy that her little head was stunned, drilled and drilled in Lu Zhishan's arms, and finally buried her face in the man's neck. Why are you so good? "

"Because I am also very good to my cousin." Lu Zhishan turned his face to kiss the soft hair of the child.

"Where am I?" Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he straightened his waist and looked earnestly at Lu Zhishan. "Cousin, please tell me, where am I?"

She really wants to know, where is she? Is there anything that my cousin likes so much? If she knew, she would have to keep it in the future.

Lu Zhishan raised his eyebrows, raised his forehead against Mu Nanzhi's forehead, and smiled lowly: "Because I want to accompany my cousin to do the twelfth style tonight."

Mu Nan's face blushed, and he pushed Lu Zhishan's head away, beating the man's fierce chest fiercely: "I'll say it! Don't allow you to think about that **** album all day! I'll just Go and burn that picture book! See how you can do anything wrong in the future! "

"It's late, but I still remember it in my heart," Lu Zhishan grabbed the child's pink boxing and kept kissing, "It's a total of thirty-two styles."

There was a twitch in the corner of Mu Nanzhi's mouth: "..."

What should I do?

I really want to kill such a bad man with a slap!

Lu Zhishan stopped teasing her and locked Mu Nanzhi in her arms again. Two people were lying on the rocking chair. Lu Zhishan was standing on his feet for a while, and the rocking chair was shaking as well. Both of them Some laziness must be autumn, and it was a little cold in the evening. Lu Zhishan took a cashmere blanket and covered them. Mu Nanzhi nestled comfortably in the man's arms, and the breath was the smell of the man. .

Love is such a wonderful thing. Before I tried it, I just felt that the smell on the man smelled good, but now, Mu Nanzhi feels that the smell on the man is simply confusing and really charming. She ca n’t smell enough. Her heart and lungs were full of the breath of a man, and she was drunk. She even wanted to peel off the front of the man, drill her head into it, and smell it against the man's chest.

"Cousin, how did you spend the Mid-Autumn Festival when you were in the South?" Mu Nanzhi lay on the man's chest, while listening to the man's strong heartbeat, he asked Lu Zhishan gently.

"Naturally, I went with the soldiers," Lu Zhishan gently rubbed his child's back with his eyes far away, and seemed to return to the **** battlefield of that year. Thinking about one's hometown from time to time will affect morale, but Mid-Autumn Festival is a big day, so every year in the army is celebrated, all the way is a thousand miles together, but in the end people are thousands of miles away, even their own lives and deaths You can't see it through, you can't be too deserted. "

Mu Nanzhi didn't make any noise, quietly listening to the man telling her that she wanted to hear the story of the man, and she wanted to hear it since she was a child.

"Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the barracks will kill cattle and sheep, so that the soldiers will have a good time. The army's killing cattle and sheep is not the same as the Xijiao hunting ground." Laugh, "It can kill dozens or hundreds of cattle and sheep at a time. Half of them are used to cook soup, half of them are coated with sauce and grilled on fire. Siam has a kind of condiment called cumin, which is most suitable for roasting sheep. Then, add the pepper from the South Xinjiang, the taste is really good, no matter how good the chef's craftsmanship can not make that taste. "

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