Chapter 990

"No, I'm going to look at the painting of Mommy song here."

"I don't care if your daddy wakes up."

Baozi thought about it. It seems a bit uneconomic to be beaten. And early in the morning to be beaten, too shameless, "well, draw a good father than if you don't wake up, remember to call me to see oh."

"No problem." But if you do, Mr. Ji will wake up 100 percent.

Xiaobaozi looked at Song Dabi on the eye bed, and the fundus of his eyes was shining. "Mommy, please help me take a picture with my father." Xiaobaozi went to song Dabi's side.

Song Qingcheng thinks it can be. Absolutely the most classic in the future.

After taking a good picture, xiaobaozi obediently left the room. The rest of Mrs. Ji began to worry. She promised the steamed stuffed buns there, but there was no way to start

But now there is still a chance to start. If Mr. Ji wakes up later, there will be no chance at all. No, there are still opportunities. It's just a little risky.

Let's give it up. It may be less dangerous to start now.

Mrs. Ji took a deep breath, holding the ink cartridge in one hand and lifting the quilt on Mr. Ji's body in the other. When he lifted his belly, his hand was obviously half a beat slower.

Further down

I feel blushing when I think about it.

But in order not to let his son down, he had to give up.

When she lifted the quilt, she did not dare to look directly at the past. But slowly, little by little move past, only one eye, then take a breath, eyes quickly stagger.

Well Start with the stomach.

The tortoise is a little hard to draw. It took five minutes to draw, and it seemed that some shape came out.

But Mr. Ji is very cooperative today, and he doesn't know.

I don't know. When Mrs. Ji works hard on one side, Mr. Ji has opened his eyes to appreciate Mrs. Ji's clumsy and clumsy painters.

When it comes to the turtle's head, Mrs. Ji is in trouble again. It's really hard to write when I haven't done it for several times.

Mr. Ji's brain hole is so good that he thought of painting his son like that.

I can't help it. She's just treating people in her own way.

In this way, song Qingcheng wrote directly.

It's just

Why does Mr. Ji's pen spring up as soon as it falls down?

Do you want to react so much?

Sorry!

Song Qingcheng is hard to finish painting. It's over. I let out a long breath.

It's just embarrassing Mr. Ji. He's so uptight that he may attack at any time.

Take a picture quickly and leave it to baozi later. Of course, Mrs. Ji will never take pictures of her husband's big Ding Ding. That part is only suitable for her to see.

OK, it's done.

She put the ink cartridge away and put it back on the bedside table. But heard a sentence, "finished?"

Song Qingcheng's body was stiff, and her breath stagnated. The vision a little bit of move to Mr. Ji, see people's hands pillow head, so good at leisure looking at her.

Song Qingcheng gasped and quickly pulled the quilt to cover him. It is clear that he was naked naked, but she is more sensitive than her naked body.

Who can tell her when Mr. Ji woke up?

Song Qingcheng looks at him secretly again. It seems that he just woke up.

Did he wake up long ago?

…… Shame!

"Good morning, Mr. Ji." Song Qingcheng said hello to him with a flattering face.

"Mrs. Ji is still energetic."

"Well The main reason is that Mr. Ji served him well last night. " Song Qingcheng has a face. I can only coax Mr. Ji to be happy. I hope Mr. Ji can be merciful.

"So, Mrs. Ji wants to accuse Mr. Ji of neglecting Mrs. Ji for so many days?" Last night, the service was in place. Was Mrs. Ji very dissatisfied that she had not served for more than half a month?

"No, absolutely not." Song Qingcheng quickly denied, "I mean, farewell wins the wedding."

"Is Mrs. Ji sure it's" xiaobie " It is clear that every night holding her to sleep, but can not eat, torture!

"I'm just making an analogy." This person, how so true.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Wash what?"

Mr. Ji fixed her eye color and gradually began to get hot. He didn't speak, but just held her hand and sent it down. Action answers everything.

Song Qingcheng took a breath and felt a time bomb in her palm.

But

You can only carry on your own back what you have done.

……

In the bathroom, the sound of the water is constant.

"Mr. Ji, can't you do it yourself?"

"Yes."

"Hey, I'm not asking you to do it to me...""Then move your mouth."

“…… Not with you. "

"Mrs. Ji can also fight back. She will like it very much."

“……”

……

When Mrs. Ji showed the photo to xiaobaozi, xiaobaozi looked left and right, but she felt that something was wrong.

"Mommy song, where is the tortoise's head?" Small steamed stuffed bun is finally a clue to a flaw, the original is a small turtle without a head.

"Well If you have a brain, you can imagine it freely. " She didn't dare to take pictures. Because Mr. Ji's reaction there is super fierce. Even if he was seen by baozi, he didn't shrink his head like him.

"Hum, Mommy song lied to me again." Xiaobaozi gave him his mobile phone and expressed dissatisfaction.

Song Qingcheng will be small steamed stuffed bun pull over serious explanation, "Song trouble students, the boy's private parts can't be casually shown."

"Then why can Mommy song watch it?"

"Because Mommy song is daddy song's wife." It's too simple.

"But I'm song Dabi's son."

"That's not the same."

"What's the difference?"

Song Qingcheng was asked by his son speechless, fixed his eyes. After seeing for a moment, he said: "you will know when you marry a wife in the future."

"I don't want a wife. You can't have so many little sisters with a wife. "

Song qingchengqi's mouth is straight. Just at this time, Mr. Ji slowly came down from the upstairs. Song Qingcheng caught Mr. Ji and told him, "Mr. Ji, your son said not to marry a wife, just a lot of little sisters."

Mr. Ji looked at the steamed stuffed bun and said, "yes, just make sure I have a grandson."

“…… Mr. Ji, is that all you want? " Mrs. Ji thought Mr. Ji would teach a good lesson to the steamed stuffed bun. Who knows, Mr. Ji's request is so low.

"Of course, we also have small bags." Mr. Ji holds his wife in his arms and fondly touches the little bag in his wife's stomach.

Xiaobaozi was deeply aware that he was going out of favor, and he was very sad. Taking advantage of song's father's absence, he moved to song's mother and hooked her little finger. "Song's mother, I was just joking with you. I will marry many wives in the future. "

“……” Are you sure it's not the little sister?