Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He Huan felt wrong. Firstly, he was afraid to trouble Kang Qiao, and secondly because Kang Qiao had never been a father. She was afraid that she would not take care of him. She wanted to say something, but Qin Mo had already dragged her back to herself. s room.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Qin Mo hit the door and kissed her severely. She turned her head away a little angry and desperately: "Qin Mo, you have to be shameless, what do you make Kang Qiao think? "

Qin Mo still pressed against her, with a smile in his voice: "We are a man and a woman alone, what do you think he thinks?"

He Huan glared at him, "I am very tired tonight."

"I want." He said straightforwardly.

He Huan was speechless and his face was hot, "You only had it last night."

Qin Mo stretched out his fingers and gently stroked her cheek, with a low and hoarse voice: "Last night was last night's share, and today's has not passed yet."

He Huan bit his lip: "We are not a husband and wife, we have no obligation."

"But I am your boyfriend now, am I?" His voice was hoarse, "Isn't it right to do it once?"

Having said that, I have already carried her to the bed regardless of her wishes. I came in the sofa and bathroom last night, so I was not very happy and satisfied. But just pressing her like this tonight makes people feel that the pores are all Excited.

This night, Qin Mo also came from his temperament. He could toss himself as he wanted to. He Huan cried afterwards. He coaxed her with tears while kissing her, but he was still unwilling to let go of her...

He Huan bit his shoulder and put his arms around his neck, feeling aggrieved.

But he was really reluctant to let it go, and kissed her: "Just bear it again."

He would not be able to see this departure for about a week. If he had been used to patience for a long time before, he couldn't bear it now.

In life, how many five years can he wait? He doesn't want to wait anymore...

Just as Qin Mo took it unceremoniously, in Kang Qiao's room over there, one big and one small stared.

Yi Huan sits on the sofa and counts her little fingers: "I want to take a bath at night. I want a pink bathtub with roses sprinkled on it. I also need to give me a scrub bath. Don’t use too much force. The baby wants to be fragrant !"

Grabbing his little finger again: "Also, the baby must drink milk and listen to the story before going to bed. It is best to have music."

Kang Qiao stared at her cute little face with big palms, and asked suspiciously: "Could you be a wagyu!"

Listening to music, taking a bath, red wine (milk), telling stories, what is the treatment of not being Wagyu?

But how can the Yihuan kid know what the adults think, and naively asked: "Uncle Kang Qiao, do you want me to eat wagyu?"

Kang Qiao was a little speechless: "I really want to stew you."

Little Yi Huan stared at him, his eyes slowly filled with moisture, and then cried wowly: "Uncle is too bad."

To eat the baby!

When Yi Huan cried so much, Kang Qiao was funny but his heart was warm. It turned out that the child was so cute.

He hugged Yihuan and kissed, the fragrance was soft and soft like a little bun.

Yi Huan forgot to cry, touching her tender fingers on Kang Qiao's face, and said softly, "Uncle, you are so beautiful."

As a man, Kang Qiao was very happy, although he was praised by such a little milk baby.

He paused, then coughed slightly: "Dad is good-looking, or uncle is good-looking?"