Chapter 491

Early in the morning, Xi Muyan was still asleep and was awakened by something strange from his belly.

She didn't move and didn't bother to talk to him. This man has been very childish in the past two years. He began to be in heat early in the morning. Moreover, this man has a quirk. When he makes you, the more you resist, the more energetic he is.

Many times, she was used to it and let him make fun of her as if she hadn't felt it yet.

Xi Muyan's careful thinking is well known to men.

The man is professionally trained to tell whether he is sleeping or not from his breathing rate and facial expression, and even know his psychology at the moment.

So when Xi Muyan woke up, the man knew.

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

On a woman's flat, smooth and tender belly, she lingered for a moment, and the hot big hand began to slide slowly, even more and more excessive.

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

"Roll, roll, psycho, roll down quickly!"

The man hooked his lips, took back his big hand, pecked on the woman's fragrant pink lips, and waved a faint smile between his eyebrows.

Although this smile is malicious in Xi Muyan's eyes.

"Don't you continue to sleep?"

Sleep?

Sleep with your sister!

Xi Muyan turned over and lay on his side with his back to nanlinmo, saying he didn't want to talk to him.

Nanlin Mo suddenly broke her small shoulder and turned her over to him. Then the iron arm tightly hugged Xi Muyan and made her unable to move.

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

The man raised his eyebrows. "Yes, I'm sick. I'll die without you."

Xi Muyan rolled his eyes and didn't bother to talk to him.

"I went to bed without waiting for me last night. Come here before I wake up?"

Xi Muyan pushed him away and was about to get up, "don't come!"

Nanlin Mo won't miss this opportunity. He hurriedly pressed her down and began to attack her. The ruffian at the corners of his lips was full of laughter.

"I can't help you."

"Nanlin..." Xi Muyan's eyes were angry. Before an angry Mo word was exported, the loudspeaker installed on the wall rang.

"Dad... Woo..."

Nanlinmo's smile on his face was stiff, and the movement in the quilt was so rigid.

Before he came back, the little princess's cry rang again, "Wuwu... Dad!"

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

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

As soon as I entered the little princess's bedroom, I saw the little guy in diapers on the pink princess, his little face buried in the quilt, puckering his little ass and crying.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the little guy turned his head and saw his favorite father coming. He immediately howled at the top of his voice.

"Ah, woo, Dad!"

Nanlin Mo ran over three steps and two steps, stretched out his hand and picked up his daughter.

The little guy seemed to see the Savior, hugged his neck and cried harder.

"Dad, woo woo!"

As soon as the man saw his daughter shed tears, he felt distressed, kissed her sweet and soft little face, held her gently and walked in the room, "what's the matter, baby? Don't cry, don't cry, isn't it a dream? "

The little guy had a runny nose, tears and saliva. He rubbed it on the man's neck, and then rubbed it again, as if he wanted to wipe it more evenly.

The man is helpless. This little thing is just like Mu Yan.

Yao remembers that when Mu Yan was a child, he followed them with short legs every time. He didn't walk very quickly. His brother shouted.

When he was held by Muqiao, he always behaved well. When he was held by him, he began to be presumptuous. Any saliva and snot had to rub him.

This little thing is as like as two peas.

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 mommy that the three niangs are bothering me like this? After I finally passed your brother's pass, you little clever ghost came to trouble me again? "

The little guy pinched the man's face, entertained himself, and made a happy voice. He didn't see the sad look just now.

"Baby, are you hungry?"

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

"OK, Dad, go and make milk for you."

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

Jing Qian is having breakfast.

Twelve year old boy, not only his height, but also his small face.

When I was a child, I was like nanlinmo. Now, I seem to be slowly getting rid of nanlinmo's shadow.

The small white face began to appear angular, European style large double eyelids, tall nose bridge, thin lips like paper, and the outline of a delicate small face began to appear.

Seeing Nanlin Mo holding his sister downstairs, Jing Qian lifted his eyes and said hello faintly, "Daddy, good morning."

"Good morning, big baby."

Jing Qian nodded faintly again, then stretched out his hand to his sister, "sister?"

The little guy happily jumped in Mo's arms in the south, stretched out his fat little arm and clapped his hand at his brother, "brother, hug!"

Nanlinmo is a daughter slave. He doesn't want to leave his daughter for a second. Although he doesn't want to leave his daughter, the little guy in his arms jumps so much that he has to hand it to Jing Qian and doesn't forget to explain, "be careful."

Jing Qian glanced at him, slightly hooked his lips and didn't speak.

The man put his hands on his hips and looked at Jing Qian, who stood up and had reached his neck, frowning unhappily.

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

But the man forgot that Jing Qian's indifferent temperament was completely carved out of the same mold as his first touch.

When her sister was in her arms, Jing Qian showed a smile on her face. She touched her brother's face with her little hand, grinned foolishly, and then tooted her little mouth to kiss.

That little mouth with saliva, a toot up, watery.

"Brother, kiss, kiss!"

Jing Qian put his face together and let the little guy kiss.

Then he held his sister in his arms with one hand, picked up his napkin with the other hand and wiped the saliva on his face.

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

"No, no!"

"Do you want bacon?"

"Yes!"

At the smell of the speech, Jing Qian smiled, spoiled his smiling eyes and cut a small piece of bacon, which had not been sent to his sister's mouth. A man's voice came from the kitchen.

"Jing Qian, my sister just woke up. Her intestines and stomach are still fragile. Don't give her greasy food."