Chapter 505

Early in the morning, Xi Muyan is still in his sleep, and he is awakened by the strange news from his belly.

She didn't move and didn't bother to pay attention to him. This man has been very childish in the past two years, and he began to have oestrus early in the morning. Moreover, this man has a quirk. The more you resist when he makes you, the more aggressive he will be.

Many times, she was used to it, let him play tricks, as if it had not been conscious.

Xi Muyan's careful thinking, the man knows.

This man has been trained to distinguish between true sleep and fake sleep by his breathing rate and facial expression, and even know his psychology at the moment.

So when Xi Muyan wakes up, the man knows.

Even though Xi Muyan is still dead at the moment, his bad idea has been planned.

In a woman's smooth and tender abdomen lingered for a moment, that hot hand, began to slide slowly, even more and more excessive trend.

Xi Muyan finally couldn't help it. He held the man's big hand and glared at him with his big hazy eyes in the morning.

"Get out of here, psycho. Get out of here!"

The man hooked his lips and took back the big hand he had caught. He pecked at the fragrant pink lips of the woman, and there was a faint smile between his eyebrows.

Although this smile in Xi Mu Yan's eyes is not good.

"No more sleep?"

Sleep?

Sleep with your sister!

Xi Muyan turns to lie on his side with his back to Mo in the south, saying that he doesn't want to talk to him.

South facing Mo suddenly broke her small shoulder, turned her hard to face him, and then the iron arm tightly hugged Xi Muyan, so that she couldn't move.

"Are you sick? What's wrong with the morning? "

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "yes, I am sick. Without you, I will die."

Xi Muyan rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to him.

"I didn't wait for me to sleep last night. Come back quickly before I wake up?"

Xi Muyan pushed him away and was about to get up, "no!"

South facing Mo will not let go of this opportunity, hastily hold her down, can't help but say up and down, the ruffian smile of the corner of the lip is full of.

"I can't help you."

"To the South..." Xi Muyan with anger in the corner of his eyes, an angry Mo word has not yet been exported, the sound amplifier installed on the wall rings.

"Dad Sobbing "

in the south, Mo's smile on his face was stiff, and the action in the quilt was so hard.

Before he could turn around, the cry of the little princess began to ring again Dad

The man opened the quilt and rushed out in a hurry.

"Come back, come back, put on your clothes!" Xi Muyan quickly sat up and threw his pajamas.

As soon as I entered the little princess's bedroom, I saw a little guy in diapers on the pink princess Chuang. Her face was buried in the quilt and she was crying with her little ass pouting.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the little guy turned his head and took a look. Seeing his favorite father coming, he immediately howled with his voice.

"Ah, ah, Hoo hoo, Dad!"

South facing Mo three steps for two steps to run over, a hand, the daughter picked up.

The little guy seemed to see the Savior, holding his neck, crying more vigorously.

"Dad, woo Hoo Hoo!"

When the man saw his daughter's tears, he was heartbroken. He kissed her fragrant and soft face, held her gently in the room and said, "what's the matter, baby? If you don't cry or don't cry, isn't it a dream? "

Little guy snivel tears saliva, random wipe in the man's neck, and then rub a rub, as if to wipe more evenly.

Man helpless, this little thing, it is just like Moyan.

Yao remembers that when Mu Yan was a child, he always followed them with short legs and didn't walk very quickly. His brother called.

When he was held by Muqiao, he was always polite. When he held him, he began to be presumptuous. He would rub his body with any saliva and snot.

, as like as two peas, he is not only like this, but even the same ghosts.

After a while, he calmed the little guy down. He touched the child's long hair and said with a smile, "have you discussed with your mother that the three of you are so upset with me? Finally, after your brother's pass, you clever little devil came to trouble me again? "

The little guy pinched the man's face, amused himself, and made a joyful voice in his mouth. He did not see the sad look just now.

"Is baby hungry?"

The little guy's attention was removed from his face, and his big, watery eyes looked into his eyes. The little fat hand patted his stomach and said vaguely, "hungry, hungry!"

"OK, Dad, go and milk you."

Then he picked up the child's blanket and put it on her. Then he turned and walked out.

Jing Qian is having breakfast.

That's more than twelve years old. It's a long face.When I was a child, I still like Mo in the south. Now, it seems that I am slowly breaking away from Mo's shadow.

White small face began to appear edges and corners, European style big double eyelids, high and straight nose bridge, thin as paper lips, a delicate small face outline appeared.

See south facing Mo holding sister downstairs, Jing Qian lift eyes, light greeting, "Daddy, early."

"Good morning, big baby."

Jing Qian is a light nod, and then reach out to the younger sister, "sister?"

The little guy happily hopped in the south of Mo's arms. He reached out his fat little arm and clapped his hands toward his brother, "brother, hold!"

Nanlin Mo is a daughter slave. She doesn't want to leave her daughter for a second. Although she is not very willing to leave her daughter, the little guy in her arms is so fierce that she has to pass it to Jing Qian. She does not forget to explain, "be careful."

Jing Qian glanced at him, slightly hook lips, did not speak.

The man's hands akimbo, looking at the Jing Qian who stood up to his neck, frowned displeasantly.

When I was a child, I was very cute. I was cheerful, soft and cute. The older I grew up, the colder my temper was. I'm not cute at all.

But the man forgot, Jing Qian now this indifferent temperament, and he when the first touch, is completely carved out of a mold.

Sister in the arms, Jing Qian's face showed a smile, small hands to touch the face of his brother, grinning silly, and then doodle small mouth to kiss.

That still has the saliva small mouth son, a Du rises, watery.

"Brother, kiss, kiss!"

Jing Qian didn't dislike the slightest to gather on the face, let the little guy kiss two.

Then one hand will sister in the arms, the other hand picked up the napkin, wipe the saliva on the face.

"Do you want this?" Jing Qian pointed to the fried eggs on the plate.

"No, no!"

"Do you want bacon?"

"Yes!"

Smell speech, Jing Qian smile, dyed smile in the eyes with doting, cut a small piece of bacon, has not been sent to the sister's mouth, the kitchen came from the man's voice.

"Jingqian, my sister just woke up and her stomach is still fragile. You are not allowed to eat greasy food for her."