The Tempestuous Consort – Wilfully Pampered by the Beastly Highness

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"Simian!" Sima Bai growled.

A Bao narrowed his short neck, looked up at Feng Tianlan, and continued to sue, "My dear, my dad is fierce, hit him."

What he was afraid of, he was the one covered by his mother.

Listening to the words of the two, Feng Tianlan probably understood a little, raised his eyebrows slightly, and deliberately calmed down, "Did you two just brush me off?"

How could she be reluctant to get angry with them at the rare time of gathering, but it's just fun to make fun of it.

"My dear ~"

"Lady ~"

When Abao and Simobai heard that her tone was wrong, they immediately persuaded and looked at her immediately.

"Let's talk, who's this idea?" Feng Tianlan continued calmly.

"It's Abao."

"It's dad."

The father and son identified each other in unison.

"Huh?" Feng Tianlan raised her eyebrows, glanced at the big one and the small one, which is fine. At this moment, the father and the son are not holding each other, but exposing each other.

Sima Bai and Abao glanced at each other, and then Abao held Feng Tianlan's arm and begged milkily, "Mother, Abao has something to say."

"Say." Feng Tianlan felt only a light body, and Si Mobai had already lifted the wheelchair and her with his spiritual power and pushed into the room.

The door was closed together, and the cold wind was shut out, much quieter in an instant.

"Dad asked Abao to hold his mother's thigh to sell cute and miserable."

Sima Bai shook the corners of his mouth. "You're a dad, okay, stinky boy, wait and wait."

Abao decided to sell it a little more thoroughly. "Then Dad hugs his mother and kisses the other thigh and continues to sell miserably."

Feng Tianlan just thought about it, one big and one small, each holding her thigh, crying and selling miserable pictures, and felt that her brain was a little painful. What about her husband who was as terrible as Shura?

"Daddy has to wait and see, you stinky boy." Si Mobai directly raised Abao.

Abao didn't even struggle, he blinked, "That dad is a stinky old man."

"Little bunny!"

"Old rabbit!" Abao retaliated, and saw Sima Bai taking him to the bath room, and suddenly, he gave out his hand toward the poor Feng Tianlan, "Abao wants his mother to wash in vain."

"Your mother is inconvenient, are you tired of your mother?" Si Mobai hugged him and raised his eyebrow slightly. It seemed that you were willing, and Lao Tzu pulled your attitude.

A Bao looked at Feng Tianlan in a wheelchair and ripped off his lips. "A Bao feels sorry for his mother, so let's make it difficult for the old rabbit to serve once."

"Papapa!"

"Wow ... Daddy is a badass, my mother is helping me."

Feng Tianlan looked at this scene, but smiled helplessly, A Bao is really a little live treasure, really a noisy.

But such a noisy day is really happy.

Feng Tianlan pushed the wheelchair by herself and reached the dressing table. Looking at herself in the mirror, Yirong's face was very ordinary. Even the skin was dark yellow. Only those eyes were bright because of happiness.

She couldn't help but reached out and touched her face. What kind of face was under Yirong's face, only she knew at this time.

But no matter what, she never dared to see Mo Bai's face, and even more afraid to see A Bao, the happier the day, the less dared.

I always feel that this happiness is the bubble.

"Dad, don't touch Abao's bird, shame!"

"Know your shame and want your mother to wash you for nothing? What's so good about your little bird?"