Chapter 733

At this time, the door of the bathroom "Hula" was pulled from the inside, followed by the man came out of the bathroom.

He had just taken a bath, his lower body was only wrapped in a bath towel, and the drops of water from his chest rolled down his skin. I can't say how provocative it is.

Song Qingcheng only took a look, then hastily drew his eyes back. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, I grabbed the bullet pants from the ground and hid them under my clothes.

"I'll get you a clean suit." Song Qingcheng's heart is like Banbi deer, eager to go.

The next moment, the wrist was clasped by the man, his arm a little hard, he caught her. Song Qingcheng's whole body was like soft cotton. He gently pulled it and fell into his arms.

Ji Zhengting buttoned her back and forced her to kiss her. Song Qingcheng pushed him when he was kissing him, "don't make trouble. Elders are waiting for us to go down to dinner."

Ji Zhengting did not kiss down, just glanced at the clothes in her hand, "what are you holding in your hand?"

"Clothes, yours." Song Qingcheng raises his clothes. He doesn't know his clothes in a second, does he?

"Under the clothes."

“……” This man knows it and asks it.

"Still in the aftertaste?"

"No!" Song Qingcheng's face has turned red quietly.

Mr. Ji hooked his lips and whispered in her ear, "let Mrs. Ji continue to enjoy tonight."

"It's just that you enjoy yourself..." Song Qingcheng complained. His face flushed.

Mr. Ji has no shame, "it's really enjoyable. It's mainly Mrs. Ji's technical improvement, which is very commendable. "

"That's what Mr. Ji, the old driver, teaches." Song Qingcheng simply imitated his cheekiness once.

"Children can be taught."

"Well," said Song Qingmei.

They didn't linger upstairs for a long time. Song Qingcheng found a clean suit for him to put on and went downstairs together.

It seems that they are waiting for them. There is only a steaming rich breakfast on the table, and no one has served yet.

"Grandma, Dad's down more than Mommy. We can have dinner." Xiaobaozi has been greedy for a long time.

"It's coming, it's coming for dinner." Yelled the stepmother.

Being yelled by the stepmother, a large family soon appeared at the dinner table and sat down. Song's mother was the last one to come out of the kitchen. When she saw something wrong with the steamed dumplings, she asked, "Why are there two less steamed dumplings?"

At the dinner table, everyone was stunned. After looking at the dumplings, there were two missing. Xiaobaozi is guilty of being a thief. He will only concentrate on porridge, but he will not forget to say, "Wow, porridge is good."

Is this a diversion?

Then, everyone's eyes fell on xiaobaozi. Xiaobaozi almost buried his face in the bowl. It's a pity that the bowl is too small. No, it should be because the face of the steamed stuffed bun is too big.

In particular, after living here to the stepmother, xiaobaozi's face is round at least.

After half a bowl of porridge, he dared to look up, but found that everyone's eyes were still staring at him.

Er

Don't you just steal two steamed dumplings and stare at yourself like this?

With porridge soup hanging on both sides of the bun's mouth, he was uncomfortable to be seen all over again. His big eyes turned and a bright light flashed across his eyes. "Daddy, it's you who ate steamed dumplings, right? I just saw you eat. "

Small steamed stuffed bun face is not red, breathless will blame his song Dad than. I can't help it. Except song Dabi, he really can't find a suitable person to bully.

As soon as Mr. Ji picked up his chopsticks and stretched them out, he heard a small steamed bun before he caught it

How innocent is he? Steamed dumplings is clearly placed in front of the small bun, smelly boy dare to take it for granted that he stole it!

Is he Nezha?

Three heads and six arms?

Song Qingcheng also sympathizes with Mr. Ji. At the beginning of the day, he suffered several losses from his son. Only this son can win Mr. Ji, who is proud and coquettish. Others don't have such courage.

To show sympathy for Mr. Ji, song Qingcheng gives Mr. Ji a shrimp dumpling.

Xiaobaozi sees that things have been successfully fooled, and by the way, he becomes just like nobody else, and starts the mode of eating and drinking.

"Come here." After a while, Mr. Ji opened his mouth to xiaobaozi.

Xiaobaozi immediately vigilant, think song Dad than to revenge. He shook his head. Don't go there.

"Grandma and grandma are too crowded to eat. Come here and sit down." Mr. Ji spoke calmly.

Xiaobaozi looks at songdabi again and again, and makes sure songdabi doesn't want to beat others. Then he slowly slides down from the chair, carrying his children's bowl, and walks over and stares at songdabi.

If song's father dares to fight, he will flee at the speed of Scud.

However, xiaobaozi found that he really thought too much. How can song's father care about him when he is so big? What's more, he is still song's father than his son. Of course, father song is reluctant to beat himself.Thinking about this, xiaobaozi sat down in the position beside song's father.

Mr. Ji conveniently put a shrimp dumpling into his son's bowl. Xiaobaozi was a little flattered and looked at Song Dabi. Without being beaten, xiaobaozi was already very surprised. He even waited for song Dabi to give him something delicious.

Sure enough, my son's face is bigger than the sky!

Xiaobaozi stuffed shrimp dumplings into his mouth, however, the next moment

"Cough..." Xiaobaozi coughed suddenly, and her face turned red instantly.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? " Ji Mu and song Mu nervously put down their chopsticks and looked over.

"What's the matter, baby?" Song Qingcheng is close to the child. She holds the child and asks the child nervously.

Little baozi's tears, runny nose and saliva flowed out one by one. His red little tongue stretched out, just like the little dog, and his mouth was still vaguely shouting, "spicy Spicy... "

"Wipe it for him." Song's mother has come over and handed the paper towel.

Song Qingcheng took it over and wiped it for the child. This meeting, the stepmother has poured the juice over, "quick, quick, drink some juice slowly."

Song Qingcheng took over again and gave the child a drink.

Xiaobaozi took a sip, but it didn't ease, and then gululu took two big sips. Song Qingcheng looked at the child like this, very distressed, "how, better?"

Xiaobaozi rushed into mommy's arms and cried out, "Mommy, I will never sit with dad song again. Wuwu..."

“……” Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the shrimp dumplings Mr. Ji had given his children. When the child cries like this, Mr. Ji is indifferent. He is still eating slowly

This is absolutely not normal.

"What did you just give the child?" Song Qingcheng asked him.