"Well" song city nodded his head.
The bedroom is quiet at night. She feels that the lights are particularly charming tonight. Watching Yu Tingchuan feels that what happened these days is like a dream of a cursory tour. She said, "Yaya invited joie to visit Yu Rao in winter vacation when she left today."
Think of that guy, kid, big cousin Yu Tingchuan is also laughing, and then think of that girl who looks like Song Qingcheng, and his eyebrows are gentle. "joie really needs to make more friends at this age."
Song Qingcheng said, "Children should be able to sit up in the summer vacation."
At that time, the baby will also pronounce monotonous syllables like’ mumbling’.
Yu Tingchuan pinched her little hand, and the man’s palm was rough. Instead of feeling uncomfortable, Song Qingcheng provoked her heartstrings to the thick place. Even if there were no words, the couple started kissing like a cross-necked mandarin duck, but it didn’t take long to kiss the children running in the corridor outside.
Then the master bedroom door was knocked at.
Yutingchuan got up and opened the door.
Joie looked up at her father’s eyes as if dotted with stars. His arms were his younger brother. When he woke up, he didn’t cry. His brother held his mouth open and occasionally ate his little hand.
Song Qingcheng has come to see the two brothers joie squatting in front of him. "Why don’t you sleep?"
Joie, look at dad. Look at aun. Her face is a little red.
"Want to sleep together?" Song Qingcheng asked
Joie smiled quickly.
Song city looked back at the man behind YuTingChuan eyes like nai and spoil but didn’t put the two little guys back to occupy the bed by them.
Joie put her brother in the middle of the bed and bowed her head and kissed his brother on the face.
Joie has been lying beside her father in front of the light.
Song Qingcheng lay on her side, Yunbao’s children were still bared their teeth. joie hugged her brother and looked at Yu Tingchuan. She turned to pull the lamp and turned on her mouth. In the dark, she felt Yu Tingchuan lying back in bed, and then her right hand was clasped with her fingers.
Even if two children are separated from each other, you can still feel the intimacy of the entanglement.
Before going to sleep, the whole Song Dynasty saw the poem in the evening-
It’s windy and rainy, and chickens crow
Seeing that Jun Yun Hu is not yi?
Feng Yu Xiao Ji Ming jiao
Seeing that Jun Yun is confused?
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The wind and rain are like gray crows.
Don’t you like seeing Jun Yunhu?
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It’s not suitable for me to finish the finale in one breath, but I still bite my teeth and do it. It’s also the most suitable place to end. Like the fairy chasing the text, there are many people who don’t give up. My friends and I said that xiaoxiang, a little crippled with a code word like me, would be spoiled sooner or later by readers who read my article and gave me a monthly ticket for props … So today, in addition to thanking you, I have to say sorry for xiaoxiang’s writing for more than a year, whether it’s good or not. Let’s leave it all here in a thousand words. There may
[After seeing everyone’s message carefully, I tentatively updated it every other day, let me rest for two days, and update it from 1 pm on March 13th, which is also an explanation for you fairies]
make
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Chen Shaochong’s wife, please keep a low profile
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Please keep a low profile when you are young and spoil your wife.
Zhe Lin si yuan