Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey

In the morning, Xi Muyan was still asleep, and was awakened by the strangeness of the belly.

She didn't move, she was too lazy to take care of him. This man has been very naive in the past two years. He started to estrus early in the morning, and this man has a quirk. When he gets you, the more you resist, the more he is.

More times, she used to be accustomed to letting him play, and he was still unaware.

The meditative thoughts of Xi Muyan, the man knows well.

This man has been professionally trained to distinguish between a person's breathing rate and a person's facial expressions whether it is a real sleep or a fake sleep, and even knows the psychology of this person at the moment.

So when the moment is clear, the man knows.

I am afraid that Xi Muyan is still quite a corpse at this moment, but the bad idea in his heart is already planned.

In the woman's flat and tender belly, I stayed in love for a while, and the fiery big hand began to slide down slowly, and even more and more excessive trends.

Xi Muyan finally couldn't help it, and the small hand held the man's big hand and glared at him with his big eyes in the morning.

"Rolling, neuropathy, hurry up and roll me down!"

The man hooked his lips and took back the big hand that was shackled. He scorned on the lips of the woman's sweet fragrance, and the faint smile was on his eyebrows.

Although this smile is not good in the eyes of Xi Muyan.

"Don't you continue to sleep?"

sleep?

Sleep your sister!

Xi Muyan turned over and lay on his back, facing away from the south, saying that he did not want to talk to him.

In the south, Mo was slamming her little shoulders, turning her hard-fitting face to him, and then the iron arm tightly held her face and let her move.

"Are you sick? What crazy in the morning?"

The man raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, I am sick, and there is no disease that you will die."

Xi Muyan turned a blind eye and was too lazy to talk to him.

"I didn't wait for me to sleep last night. I didn't wake up when I was thinking, just come back?"

When Xi Muyan pushed him away, he would get up, "Don't come!"

South Lin Mo will not let go of this opportunity, and quickly hold her down, can not help but start to get up and down his hands, the lips are full of laughter.

"You can't be."

"Southern..." Xi Muyan's eyes were filled with anger, an angry Mo word had not been exported, and the loudspeaker installed on the wall rang.

"Dad...oh...."

The smile on the face of the south is not stiff, and the movement in the quilt is so hard.

Before he came back, the cry of the little princess rang again. "Hey... Dad!"

The man opened the quilt and rushed out.

"Come back and put on the clothes!" Xi Muyan quickly got up and threw his pajamas over.

As soon as I entered the little princess's bedroom, I saw the pink princess, the little guy in the diaper, the small face buried in the quilt, and licking the little **** crying.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the little guy turned his head and glanced at him, seeing his favorite dad came, and suddenly slammed his throat.

"Ah, oh, Dad!"

In the south, Mo three steps in two steps, and when he reached out, he picked up his daughter.

The little guy seemed to see the savior, holding his neck, and suddenly he started to cry.

"Dad, hey!"

When a man saw her daughter tears, she felt distressed. She kissed her soft and soft face and hugged her gently in the room. "What happened? Baby? Don't cry, don't cry, isn't it a dream?"

The little guy snorted and slobted, smeared in the neck of the man, and then squatted, as if to wipe it even more evenly.

The man is helpless, this little thing is just the same as the mousse.

When I remembered my childhood, every time I followed a few of them, I took a short leg and walked away. It was not very good, my brother’s brother called.

When he was held by Mu Qiao, he was always in a good position. He was held by him, and he began to arrogant.

This little thing, not only looks like Xi Muyan, but even this ghost machine is exactly the same.

After a while, the little guy was calmed down. He touched the child's long hair and smiled. "Is it a good deal with your mommy? Isn't it so tossing me? It’s hard to pass your brother, you are a little Are the spirits coming toss me again?"

The little guy pinched the man's cheek, self-entertainment, and the sound of joy in his mouth, completely disappeared from the sad look.

"Is the baby hungry?"

The little guy’s attention was removed from his face, his watery eyes were looking at his eyes, the chubby hand patted his stomach, and his mouth was vaguely saying, “Hungry, hungry!”

"Well, Dad is going to give you milk."

Said, pick up the child's small blanket and put it on her, turned and went out.

Yan Qian is eating breakfast.

The 12-year-old little guy is not only a tall captain, but even his little face has grown a lot.

When I was a child, I was still like the South. Now, it seems that I am slowly getting out of the shadow of the South.

The white face of the white pheasant began to appear angular, the European double eyelids, the tall nose, the thinned paper lips, and a delicate little face appeared.

Seeing the South Lin Mo holding his sister downstairs, Yan Qiang swearing, faint greeting, "squatting, early."

"Early, big baby."

Yan Qian is a faint nod, then reaches out to his sister, "Sister?"

The little guy was stunned twice in the south, Mo Huaili, and reached out to the fat short arms and clap his hands toward his brother. "Brother, hug!"

Nan Lin is a daughter slave. She didn't want to leave her daughter for a second. Although she was not very willing, the little guy in her arms was so embarrassed that she had to hand it to Qian Qian, and she did not forget to explain it. "Be careful."

Yan Qian glanced at him, slightly hooking his lips, not talking.

The man with his hands on his hips, looking at the hungry, unpleasant frowning that stood up to his neck.

When I was young, I was cute and bursting, my personality was cheerful, soft and soft, and the more I grew up, the more temper my temper was. It was not cute at all.

But the man has forgotten, and this indifferent temper of Qian Qian is exactly the same as he was at the beginning. It is completely carved out of a mold.

My sister was in her arms, and she showed a smirk on her face. The little hand went to touch her brother's face, snoring and grinning, and then pouted a small mouth to kiss.

The small mouth with a saliva, a slap, watery.

"Brother, kiss, kiss!"

Yan Qian did not even give up on the face, let the little guy kiss two.

Then one hand held the sister in his arms, the other hand picked up the napkin and wiped the saliva on his face.

"Do you want to eat this?" Qian Qian pointed to the omelette on the plate.

"no, do not want!"

"Do you want bacon?"

"Yes!"

Wen Yan, Xiao Qian smiled, dyed with a smile in the scorpion with a pet, cut a small piece of bacon, has not been sent to the sister's mouth, the man's voice came from the kitchen.

"Yu Qian, my sister just woke up, the stomach is still fragile, and she is not allowed to give her something to greasy."