No. 1882 9 Say 1 Together

"Isn't there a nanny?" As a female president who is usually very good at handling company affairs, she is always extra patient when facing her lover. She is not as cold as the rumors say, but her temperament is still there. When she turns her face to the side, her figure is very beautiful.

Mr. Bo did not move his hand away, as if he knew that she was uncomfortable, but his breath still touched her snow-white neck: "The nanny's cooking is not delicious."

As expected, the back trembled: "I'll make you some porridge."

"I don't want to drink porridge now..." Maybe the hint was too obvious, because his slender fingers were already on her suit buttons, with a smile, his voice was a little heavy: "Jiu is not here today."

I can't resist such temptation.

Even if someone said that the one in that family would not be as simple as he looked.

But I still can't resist it.

And he is like a little puppy in front of her, always taking her comfort as the criterion.

Only in this kind of thing will he show his ruthless side.

When I realized that I was picked up and pressed against the drifting platform, the temperature in the room was already very high, and everything seemed to be inexpressible.

There was only the pulsating heartbeat beside her ears.

And the feeling that she could no longer control.

She didn't even have time to ask him where he went today.

She was completely drawn into the entanglement by him.

Maybe the two of them didn't know each other through dating.

So, even now.

She still couldn't let go sometimes.

But the younger one didn't allow her to let go.

He always tried his best to make her calm down.

The sound of buttons falling on the ground was very loud.

This always makes people feel ashamed.

When the numbness came, I felt that the man was too mature.

How could he be a little puppy.

Maybe it was because the first time they met, the impression was too deep.

She picked him up and took him home.

She raised him at home.

It seemed that he became her property naturally.

It took only three days from knowing each other to getting married.

She never asked him if he was willing.

Now my daughter is four and a half years old, it seems a bit inappropriate to raise such a question again.

But why is the man in front of me getting younger and younger?

On the contrary, she was already three years older than him, and was about to get old.

I don’t know why, but he seemed to be unable to see it.

Is it because young people have greater needs?

Thinking of this, his thoughts inevitably drifted.

He was dissatisfied with her inattention, leaned over, and bit her collarbone: "Mrs. Bo, is it because the temptation outside is too great that you can't even concentrate on going home?"

Shouldn't she ask him this question?

He is still studying for a master's degree.

She saw how hot those junior girls in the university were when she drove to pick him up last time.

Those people didn't seem to mind that he had her son Jiu on his head.

They said that men with children are more attractive.

Some people also said that he couldn't have children at his age.

He really didn't look like a father.

She still remembered that the big and small were sitting on the steps of the university, looking at her with the same expression, with a look of pity, as if she would be an unforgivable villain if she stood them up again.

Eighty percent of Jiu's personality was inherited from him.

She also knew that those hot girls in college thought she was his sister when they saw her picking him up.

But she never told him this.

After all, young graduate students are more likable.

It's just that he seems to be very busy recently...

Looking at the face in front of him that was obviously not in good condition, Mr. Bo narrowed his eyes and his hand was obviously heavier.

She still wanted to struggle: "No, clothes..."

"There are still many such suits at home."

When the air was really hot.

The snow was still falling outside.

In the darkness, only each other's body temperature was constantly rising.

She was tossed by him and her whole body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

He pushed her long hair away from her face and let her hands wrap around his neck, her eyes as deep as the night outside.

To be honest, when will his wife stop thinking about age?

He is younger than her, and it's not his wish.

But in her eyes, he seems to never grow up.

After a low laugh, Mr. Bo picked up the exhausted beauty horizontally and returned to his little milk dog image.

The weather outside didn't clear up until the next day.

When the sun shines down.

Everything seems full of vitality.

European-style courtyards are always trimmed very beautifully.

There must be lawns and trees, and there are also white fences around.

On one side of the wall, there are green plants climbing up and shaking with the sun, creating fragmented silhouettes.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand to block it, but still felt it was dazzling, which made him subconsciously turn his eyes away.

Unexpectedly, what came into view was a white and tender sleeping face.

When a certain little tiger fell asleep, it seemed like a little angel.

The eyelashes were very black and long, each one was distinct, and when they fell, they could even fall on the face, and the cheeks were chubby.

Her mouth was slightly open, holding her thumb, moving it, very naughty.

Not only that, one of her hands was on her waist, as if she was protecting him.

Qin Mo took a deep breath.

Did this little tiger think she was taller than him, so she hugged him in this way?

After calming down their expressions, they originally wanted to lift off the blankets on the two of them and get out of bed.

Just as she moved her fingers, she heard her cry: "Momo."

She didn't wake up, and the indifferent cry came out unintentionally.

Maybe it was something I dreamed about.

But such a fierce little voice still made Qin Mo feel soft-hearted that he shouldn't have.

Instead of asking anyone to get up, he stretched out his hand and placed it on her forehead.

The two people were close to each other.

This way you can touch it by raising your hand.

As for Qin Mo, he has never been so close to anyone of his age.

After testing the other person's temperature, he turned his face away.

I don't know why I fell asleep in this position last night.

No matter what, let this little tiger know.

It’s also pity for our Young Master Qin.

Before meeting a certain tiger cub.

Young Master Qin never knew what black history was.

But now, when I think about the height difference between them, when I think about him being picked up from the bathtub by a little tiger yesterday, when I think about being regarded as a girl by the other party because of her appearance.

Qin Mo couldn't help but squint his eyes. When he got up, he felt his throat was a little uncomfortable. He loosened the collar of his pajamas and planned to wash up.

But before he could take a step forward, a voice sounded from behind him. The man seemed to have not yet woken up, and his voice was still milky and milky: "Momo, why are you awake? Do you want to pee? I I also want to go, let’s go together.”

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