Chapter 1101

At this time, the little mosquito suddenly said, "Mom, it doesn't matter. You sleep with dad tonight."

Then his eyes and Wen Qing on the young face of a sweet greasy smile.

"I'll sleep with you tonight." He winked at Wen Qing, "where do I live? Where do you live? You said it yourself. Won't you go back?"

“……”

He coldly squeezed out two words, "No."

He told a lie, crying also want to round back.

Small mosquito complacent smile, to Zheng Meijia a while wink, milk voice actually heard a bit ambiguous.

"Mom, have a good evening with dad tonight!"

Wen Qing's face sank suddenly.

It's too easy for a single man and a few women to sleep in the same bed.

Of course he won't, but where can he refuse?

He came here just to find out what happened to Zheng Meijia and Huo Xiang.

If she doesn't mean that to Huo Xiang, he'll be the third party!

If they really love each other

Wen Qing's fingers curled slightly and refused to accept this hypothesis.

Late at night, the little mosquito dragged Wen Qing to the second bed, and then waved to Zheng Meijia with a smile.

"Mom, dad is waiting for you in bed. Go on!"

“……”

She must have thought too much. Her son would never be so dirty.

However, seeing Wen Qing's dark face, she felt a little dark and happy. She said good night and went back to her room.

Wen Qing watched the door closed, and immediately felt like a hundred claws scratching her heart. She wanted to beat the little rabbit who was holding his pants!

"Come on, sleep!"

Wen Qing took him to bed and covered him rudely.

"I'll count to one, two, three, and you'll go to sleep right away!"

"One, two, three, OK, you're asleep."

Little mosquito

Is his father retarded?

Little mosquito know his mind, hum hum, open dark eyes, dissatisfied with the way, "before going to bed, my mother will tell me a story, do not listen to the story, I can't sleep."

Wen Qing gritted her teeth, patiently lying beside him, "what do you want to hear?"

"Ali Baba and the forty thieves!"

“……”

What the hell is this?

After pondering for a moment, he decided to make one up now, not to lose face in front of a little boy.

"Once upon a time, there was a man named Ali Baba who knew forty thieves..."

Little mosquito

This man is really When he's easy to fool?

Little mosquito didn't tear him down, but he had to see what else he could make up.

Wen Qing continued to talk nonsense, "the first one is Chris, the second one is Claire, the third one is Crick, and the fourth one is..."

“……”

Small mosquito listen to drowsy, several times want to interrupt, but Wen Qing did not give him a chance.

He told a story that he didn't want to hear in his whole life in a flat, stereotyped and boring tone.

The little mosquito yawned and began to fight. When he heard the 38th name, he couldn't bear it and fell asleep.

Wen Qing looked at his sleeping face and raised his lips with satisfaction.

"Still want to fight me?"

The way is one foot high, the devil is one foot high.

Tuck in the quilt for the child, smell qinglisuo get out of bed, open the window and look to the right.

The master bedroom next door was dark with no light.

Did you fall asleep together?