Vicious Male Match Raising Cubs Online

The little cub who hadn't seen each other for a few weeks made a circle again, and looked more like glutinous rice dumplings than when we met last time.

Tan Qing skillfully lifted Tan Chi Chi from the carpet, took them into her arms and squeezed them, and said in surprise: "Wow, my cub! Even studying has failed to make you thin!"

He Mingyu: "..."

The older generation of raising children is basically a petting pet model.

Although He Qi has always been strict with He Mingyu, he can't hold his face to the only young grandson. In addition, Liao Xian can't wait to hold it in his hand when talking about it, and he can't tolerate the old man in the family saying that his grandson is not good. .

therefore.

After living in grandparents' house for a few weeks, Tanji has become the little overlord at the top of the family's food chain.

However, even the bully in the palm of his hand has to learn.

No matter it is the official He family or the scholar Liao family.

Learning must start from the doll.

You can buy and buy, you can get used to it.

But it is absolutely impossible not to study.

The young ones were seduced by the toffee milk powder baby milk cake and the imported lollipops and the meaty broth of chicken, duck, fish, cow, sheep and rabbit.

I had to face the brutal early childhood card while being raised in vain and fat.

In short, it can be said to be very pitiful.

Told Xiaonen's voice and buried her little head on Tan Qing's shoulder. Not only was she crying, but her body trembled and trembled. It looked really miserable.

Probably the little fat pup cried too much.

He Qi, who had been sitting at the back of the tea table, was somewhat embarrassed. He raised his head and looked at Tan Qing and He Mingyu.

He Mingyu took the opportunity to put a few supplements he was holding on Table Mountain: "Dad, I was discharged from the hospital this morning, and I brought Tanqing over to see you and mom."

He Qi was a soldier, even if he was over sixty years old, his sitting posture at home was pretty straight.

It was just that the look in He Mingyu's eyes was a little unnatural, and he picked up the tea on the table and drank two mouthfuls before saying, "I have been discharged from the hospital?"

He Mingyu gave a hum, and turned around to take his son from Tan Qing: "Qing Qing, say hello to Dad."

As a 100% big monster, Tan Qing actually didn't like He Qi's military origin and aspiration toward the country.

Coupled with the seriousness of He Qi in front of him, he looked over with piercing eyes--

Tan Qing subconsciously moved to He Mingyu's side, grabbed his hand, and pursed his lips: "Uncle He, give you Maotai, I wish you health and longevity, and live together with your aunt, every day."

After speaking, he raised his face obediently, tugged He Mingyu's fingers, and said boastfully, "Is that right?"

He Mingyu smiled, holding Tanji with one hand, and tightening Tan Qing with one hand: "Yes, that's good."

He Qi, whose wife is not by his side: "..."

Although I have passed the age of knowing what dog food is, it still feels weird.

There is a feeling of being shown.

He Qi frowned with two sword eyebrows, his strict gaze scanned Tan Qing from beginning to end like a scanner, and he asked word by word: "How old are you?"

Tan Qing was successfully asked to stop, jumping repeatedly between honest and unfaithful answers, and tentatively said: "...eight thousand..."

He Mingyu squeezed Tan Qing's waist: "Dad, he was 18 years old when I met him."

Tan Qing was squeezed and shook, and blinked, some innocent glances were sitting on He Mingyu's arm, chatting while chewing on her own hooves.

The little boy happily rushed to Tanqing to reveal a few small deciduous teeth, waved his little arm, and said clearly: "Baba!"

Tan Qing took the opportunity to squeeze Tan Chi's little feet, then smiled and said to He Qi: "But I'm already 20 this year!"

He Qi glanced sharply at Tan Qing again, and slowly said, "I am going to be a star in the future? Are there any other careers I want to do."

This question is easier to answer.

Tan Qing only hesitated for a while, then said seriously: "Well...When I earn enough money from the exercise, I will go to contract all the fried chicken shops."

He Qi: "..."

He Qi has lived for more than sixty years. It may be the first time he has seen this ideal. He was silent for a long time before asking: "This idea...Have you discussed with He Mingyu?"

Tan Qing's eyes flickered: "I haven't discussed it yet...but the night before I went to film, he gave me a chicken farm! He is really super good!"

He Qi: "..."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Qi's face was dark, obviously not very good-looking, and he said: "You are still so young. Ideals shouldn't be limited to eating and drinking. Since you don't want to be a star in the future, then..."

He Mingyu: "Dad."

After He Qi spoke, he saw the **** scab after He Mingyu took the gauze on his head, and he swallowed the words that came to his mouth abruptly.

He Mingyu patted Tanqing on the shoulder softly, and said softly: "First, take your son back to the living room, and wait until I come to find you."

Tan Qing said obediently, reached out to He Mingyu, and took the chubby boy back.

After dancing and dancing for a long time, he finally returned to the arms of the little dad as he wished, and he hummed happily.

Then the white lotus-like round arms hugged Tan Qing's neck, found a comfortable position, and happily inhaled the smell of Dad after he was well nested.

Ba Ba smells so good!

The little fat cub happily formed a small circle in Baba's arms. After relaxing, he wanted to let out the little tail that had been suffocated for a while for a while.

However, he hadn't waited for the talk to reveal his tail.

Tan Qing seemed to have known the thoughts of the little fat boy in his arms.

And decisively stretched out his hand, took a pocket on Tanjiji's buttocks, then turned the cub over, and carried it on his shoulders like a hemp bag. The very strong man turned his head and left.

Talking: "Woo Wang..."

He Qi: "..."

He Mingyu: "..."

Tan Qing put the little boy's **** in one hand, turned around and hummed two steps.

Feeling that something was wrong again, he stopped and thought about it for a moment.

Yes, forgot one step.

Tan Qing carried her little sack again and walked back.

Standing still in front of He Qi.

He Qi was taken aback by Tan Qing's sudden movements: "You--"

The voice hasn't fallen yet.

He saw Tan Qing bend over ninety degrees and bowed to He Qi.

Then came the second one.

Then the third.

The figure is flexible, the angle is precise, and the waist strength is top.

Even the chubby chatter on his shoulders didn't affect Tan Qing's movements in the slightest.

After the jug is over.

Tan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and the old General Chaohe Qi assured him sincerely: "I just forgot it!"

"Uncle He, I swear to you! After you get married, you will treat your son well, take him to drink spicy food, give him money, and help him solve unhappy things! When he is old, he will be guarded to support him. Send it to the end! I will definitely not dislike him!"

He Qi: "..."

He Mingyu: "..."

After expressing his determination, Tan Qing felt that what she said was coherent and great, so she nodded in relief, and finally gave He Mingyu an encouraging look: "Then I will go in and wait for you."

He Mingyu didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, so he rubbed Tanqing's hair: "There are shaved fruits in the house, but don't eat too many mangoes. Be obedient."

Tan Qing obediently carried the little boy in.

Only He Qi and He Mingyu in the tea room looked at each other.

The same serious and calm father and son looked at each other for a moment--

He Qi pondered over and over again the few words that Tanqing had just left. The more he pondered, the more he felt wrong, and his son's gaze became more subtle.

Shock.

Doubt.

...Not angry?

He Mingyu was horrified by his father, and couldn't help saying: "Dad..."

The standard bronze complexion that He Qi had trained on the drying field faintly revealed a little abnormal red in the long hesitation.

He seemed to hesitate, and his eyes looked a little bit more regretful when he looked at He Mingyu.

After a long while.

He Qi said: "Ming Yu... You have been a proud child for me and your mother since you were young. The last time your dad beat you, shouldn't you?"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu was stunned by He Qi's words: "Dad, what did you say?"

He Qi Banzheng's face was full of vicissitudes: "You tell your dad, you and Tan Qing's child... are you the one below?"

"Could it be that you gave birth to that child...it's not right, your dad has read the physical examination report of your elementary, middle, and high school..."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu froze for a moment, and helped He Qi sit back on the chair with a headache: "Dad, there is nothing, don't think about it."

He Qi was not persuaded by He Mingyu at all. He drank a sip of tea and shook his head for a long time, and shook his head: "Mingyu, although Dad is old, he is not old-fashioned. Dad in the army also knows what's going on with your men... …"

He Qi sighed deeply and put his hands heavily on the tea case: "If you weren't pressed by that child, how could that child guarantee me like marrying a wife! Alas..."

He Mingyu: "..."

There is reason and evidence.

He Mingyu didn't know how to refute for a while.

Just at this moment when the atmosphere is strange and embarrassing.

Sister Zhong walked hurriedly from the living room in her apron, and said to He Qi: "Sir, Mr. He San suddenly came to visit... Now he is at the door."

He Qi's face was even worse when he was in a bad mood. "He Hui? What is he doing."

Sister Zhong wiped the water stains on her hands: "I don't know... Sir, would you like to invite him in?"

"Please come in."

Probably seeing He Qi hesitate, He Mingyu spoke for him: "Since the old man's funeral, it has indeed been a long time since he had dealt with the third uncle. Dad, you have never had much communication with the third uncle. He should have come to me. of."

He is in politics and has three sons, only He Qi does not love business and career.

He was enlisted as a soldier when he was young, and he has been a soldier all the way to a general.

The official business and the business are easy to get involved in the relationship, but He Qi's temperament is straight and twisted, and he never seeks any benefits for the commercial road of the He family.

After going back and forth, I gradually lost contact with the eldest brother and the third younger brother who often worked by the old man's side.

Until He Mingyu took over the entire He family from the old man, it was equivalent to directly choking He Dahe Hesan's throat.

He Qi's eldest brother, He Ming, has always been a doctrine of the mean and rarely participates in battles.

Only the youngest third, He Hui, whose original chic and generous life and rights were replaced by a younger generation, naturally couldn't swallow this breath.

therefore.

From the moment He Mingyu took the position of the chief executive officer of the He family, He Hui and He Mingyu took notes on their accounts.

He Qibi knew who his third brother was, and he really didn't want to have any contact with him.

But as soon as he looked up--

I saw that I might be the son underneath...

He Qi was in a complicated mood. He patted He Mingyu on the shoulder distressedly. Suddenly, he had the illusion that there was a girl with a yellow flower in his family: "Forget it, I will go and have a look with you. Don't let him bully."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu had to follow He Qi out with the same heavy heart.

Tan Qingzheng and Tan Jiji are sitting on the mahogany couch in the large living room, playing with blocks very seriously.

Head to head.

Take one piece for the big one and one piece for the small one.

The small one is not as good as the big one.

Accidentally, the little Tata that had just been erected fell down.

Tan Qing propped his chin, disgustingly brought a big white rabbit next to Tanji, peeled off the sugar paper and threw it into his mouth: "Stupid boy! You broke it again!"

Tan Jiji gathered the small building blocks in a little sadness, and then cautiously placed another piece on the table. After moving seriously for a long time, he raised his head: "Bah?"

Tan Qing was very cooperative and took a piece, and successfully put it on the boy's piece.

Before letting go, he saw He Mingyu and He Qi walking in from the garden.

Tan Qing jumped from the redwood cave, ran to He Mingyu, and shook the time on his phone at him: "Lin Yu just told me that the plane has been confirmed. Ask when we will leave?"

He Mingyu motioned to Sister Zhong to open the door, and hugged Tanqing again: "The third uncle is here, and I will leave after sending him."

Tan Qing nodded thoughtfully: "Is that the bad guy who wants to **** you?"

He Mingyu helped Tanqing stroke her hair: "Don't add personal pronouns directly in the future, do you know?"

Tan Qing's super sincere face: "Oh. Would you like me to help? I can do it and kill him."

He Mingyu: "...No, you and your son will go to the building blocks to wait for me. I'll deal with it soon, let's set off. Good."