She didn't know how to answer the questions asked by her son.

She can't say that a man's sperm is like a tadpole.

Look at her son asked speechless, cold side snicker.

She didn't stare at him angrily, "what are you laughing at?"

"Yes! What are you laughing at? I'm talking to Mommy. Don't make a noise

Leng Yicheng stares at him domineering, and learns his momentum by 70% or 80%.

The summer solstice is funny to take care of his son's clothes.

"Hit you, you just lied to me!"

Leng Yicheng reaches over and slaps lengtian again. His little hand is on the quilt and he doesn't feel it at all.

The cold day narrowed the MI Feng Mou, thought that should be under father Wei.

"Leng Yicheng, are you bold?"

Leng Yicheng looks at him and looks at him in the cold weather. He has a tight face and strong eyes. He's not sure whether he's playing with him or coming for real.

He rushed back to the summer solstice and held mummy's neck tightly.

"Mommy

The summer solstice conveniently embraces the son's small body.

The fragrance of milk on his son makes his heart soften.

On a cold day, the blue tendon on his forehead jumps down. This boy, if he says it's a little heavy, knows how to find Mommy.

Seeing their mother and son holding together, the corner of the cold boss's mouth dropped down.

"Leng Yicheng, what are you doing here if you don't study hard?"

"I'm done!"

Leng Yicheng blinked his eyes. His voice was soft and waxy.

"Let him play for a while!"

Summer solstice loves her son. She has a headache when she arranges so much content for her son in cold weather.

"Play with things and lose heart!"

He snorted in the cold.

Summer solstice

What the hell!

"You didn't play when you were a child? Study should combine work with rest. Can you let him learn so much? "

She said yes.

The cold day glanced at her, "do you think I know how to play just like you? Playing with mud

Summer solstice blushes unceasingly, is very angry.

"Who didn't play with mud when he was a child?"

"Me

"Me

The father and the son spoke in unison.

Summer solstice

"Mommy, I haven't played with mud. How can I play with mud?"

Looking at her curiously, Leng Yicheng is very interesting.

Summer solstice smoked the corner of the mouth, how does she know how to play ah, children on the ground, do not love to play with mud?

Children can play anything, but also a person to play happy.

"Just play with the mud that Aunt Ziqi gave you!"

She explained to her son a little stiffly.

Cold days, the eyes look at her, see you nonsense.

She didn't glare at him.

"You haven't played, you can pinch people!" She didn't believe it.

"That's my talent!" Cold weather arrogantly picked next sword eyebrow.

She sighed, who believed.

"Mommy, I don't play with mud, but I play with sand, OK?"

Leng Yicheng pulls down the collar of the summer solstice and turns her attention back to herself. Her dark eyes stare at the summer solstice, bright as stars.

"Count She laughed and suddenly remembered the sand pile in the garden. "Is the sand there for you to play with?"

"Yes! Daddy let people down Leng Yicheng suddenly thought that she hadn't played for a long time. She took her hand and asked her, "Mommy, let's play with the sand!"

Summer solstice proud to see a cold day, see, son play sand, or you longitudinal.

"Baby, let's play with the sand!"

She got up with her son in her arms and left the cold weather on the bed.

Looking at their back when they went out in the cold.

Go home, this mother and son always leave him, too much!

He's wounded, sick!

"I'm going down!"

When they came to the door, he called out.

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