Wolf Mo is noncommittal, Baozi has ink wolf blood in his bones, even if he doesn't teach anything, he will know what to do.

And he is not even more worried about Wheat, although she is a girl, but the nature of the ink wolf makes her not willing to be ordinary.

In the evening, after serving these children to eat, Jiang Qing took some specially left barbecue and raw food, and went to the grotto with ash to give it food. Anyway, now Diandian is not a lone beast, there is still a little fox in his belly, and nutrition is inadequate.

After feeding, Jiang Qing returned to the living room and saw that Wolf Mo was busy cleaning up the table.

"The water on the stove is hot, you can bathe the wheat!" Wolf Mo said.

Jiang Qing put down the pottery bowl and went to the bedroom to get them clothes. After washing just now, she took the time to wash it quickly, there were many people in the family, and she had to hurry up to take a bath, thinking about whether she should build a bathroom. Suddenly, Jiang Qing remembered that there seemed to be a lot of rooms under the grotto, and it would be very good to renovate one or two rooms to make bathrooms.

Take the clothes and put them away, and go to the bathroom with the bun and wheat to take a shower. At this time, Wolf Mo poured hot water, and after Jiang Qing carried them in, he helped bathe the wheat, while Jiang Qing hugged the buns.

Both of them love water and are very happy every time they take a bath. Holding a fleshy fist, biting it to his mouth, babbling words that he didn't understand, making a fuss.

Jiang Qing pinched the face of the bun and said with a smile: "I really like to take a bath, do you want to live in the pool with Angela?" Carefully put the bun in the basin, the wheat was excited as soon as he entered the water, and soon the wolf ink was wet all over, Mai was close to the sturdy body, outlining a perfect sexy physique, Jiang Qing was stunned, glanced at the messy wheat, and scolded: "Wheat, be quiet, otherwise I won't give you a bath in the future......"

Hearing this, Maizi looked up at Jiang Qing, although he didn't know what Jiang Qing said, but he stared at Jiang Qing's face. It seems to understand that something is wrong! babbling and apologizing, quietly letting Wolf Mo bathe her.

After bathing them, Jiang Qing wrapped them in a futon and slowly dressed them in obscene clothes. After putting it on, he stared at the wolf ink and said, "It's all wet, you also go to take a bath." Don't cut off the firewood on the stove, warm hot water for your parents......"

"Hmm!" Wolf Mo nodded, and took off his wheat-soaked clothes, revealing his strong chest.

Jiang Qing hugged the babies wrapped in the futon, walked slowly to the bedroom, and sent Angela to the grotto pool to sleep, and then took Wolf Rui and Paz to the attic, and roared not to be outdone and followed the three of them to the attic, at this time, you can still hear Wolf Rui's voice.

There was time to stare left and right, Jiang Qing was very relieved that she did not go up to the attic to disturb a few small private spaces. Dress the babies and put them on the shaker, soothe them to sleep, and hum a lullaby softly.

In the shaker, the two of them listened to Jiang Qing's soft music with half-squinted eyes. At this moment, the two of them had similar expressions and enjoyed Jiang Qing's lullaby every night before going to bed, although they couldn't understand it, they thought it was very good!

Wolf Mo bared his chest, and there was a little moisture on it, and he stepped into the bedroom and went to the attic. Staring at Wolf Mo's face, Wolf Rui stopped very peacefully, obediently let the empty cuddle and sleep with Path, and roared into the rattan basket next to the bed, in which there were reeds and animal skins, which were very soft.

Deterring a few little ones from falling asleep quietly, Wolf Mo returned to the bedroom and quietly listened to the unknown ballad in Jiang Qing's mouth. It's very unfamiliar, it is said to be a lullaby from Jiang Qing's hometown, it is very good, although I don't understand the meaning, I can feel the tenderness in the ballad.

"Sounds good!" Wolf Mo stepped forward, hugged Jiang Qing's waist, buried his head in her neck, and said in a hoarse voice: "How about singing a song for me?" "I don't know why, Wolf Mo suddenly wanted to hear Jiang Qing sing, in the tribe, only the sacrifice knows how to sing, and the others know the most about singing the ballad of the sacrifice to the sky, and the others don't know much.

Jiang Qing was slightly stunned, relaxed and leaned on the wolf ink.

The two stood by the window, quietly feeling the night breeze blowing in front of them, slightly cool, with big hands clasping small hands, closely leaning on each other.

"I'm not very good at singing, and although my voice is okay, when I sing, I can't complete all five notes. This lullaby was taught by the dean's grandmother when I was a child, and after she died, I worked for... It took me a long time to learn, but in fact, I still sing in general, and at most I fool the buns and wheat! Jiang Qing said embarrassedly, from childhood to adulthood, she really didn't know how to sing.

At the mention of wolf ink, she was a little overwhelmed.

"It's okay, I don't care......" Wolf Mo said magnanimously, what he cared about was Jiang Qing pausing just now, who did she learn this lullaby for? Thinking about it, the arm that imprisoned Jiang Qing's waist and abdomen didn't feel tight. The warm breath was close to Jiang Qing's ear, opened his mouth and gently gnawed on Jiang Qing's white earlobe, and said warmly: "I really want to listen to it, can you sing a song for me?" ”

Jiang Qing was dumbfounded, staring at the wolf ink who was coquettish to her, and her little face was flushed. Zhi Wu couldn't hold back a word for a while, but Wolf Mo didn't plan to stop, he had to move in an inch, his big hand probed into Jiang Qing's dirty clothes, and his fingertips rubbed against the smooth skin, which was very comfortable.

Jiang Qing squeezed Wolf Mo's messy hand and said softly: "Then you can't dislike my ugly singing......"

"As long as you sing well!" Wolf Mo muttered.

Jiang Qing coughed lightly twice, slightly opened her red lips and said:

Sit back to back on the carpet

Listen to music and talk about wishes

You want me to be more and more gentle

I want you to be on my mind

……

The most romantic thing I can think of

It's about growing old with you

Collect bits and pieces of laughter along the way

Stay until later, sit in a rocking chair and talk slowly

……

The most romantic thing I can think of

It's about growing old with you

Until we are old and can't go anywhere

You still regard me as a treasure in the palm of your hand

The soft and graceful voice sounded gently in the quiet night, with a little tenderness and sweetness. Set off the shyness rising on Jiang Qing's cheeks, it was amazingly beautiful, so that Wolf Mo was stunned!

Reaching out and caressing Jiang Qing's beautiful cheeks, feeling the delicate and silky touch, he couldn't help but bow his head and hold those two soft lips, gently grinding and sucking, tasting the beauty in Jiang Qing's mouth.

"I won't live up to you!" Wolf Mo said slowly.

Sonorous and powerful, Han Jun's face is full of tenderness, and his deep and restrained black eyes are dotted with dazzling stars all over the sky at the moment, each of which represents the hot heart of wolf ink.

Jiang Qing stepped on her feet, climbed on Wolf Mo's neck, and slowly responded to Wolf Mo's giving. The two were close to each other, silently feeling each other's violently beating heartbeats, as if they had lost their rhythm.

"I'm still waiting for your promise." Jiang Qing smiled skillfully, and her eyes were as watery as pure love, not stained with half a trace of dust and impurities. As pure as a baby, it exudes a deep sense of trust.

"Hmm!" Wolf Mo gasped and hugged Jiang Qing tightly into his arms.

Note: There is a girl who left a message under the text saying that Xiangcheng is broken, Xiangcheng wants to ask, are you really chasing every day? Orange text has been on the shelves for three months, with an average of 300,000 ...... per month How many authors are more than 10,000 a day? Isn't it better for me to be more than 8,000, let alone break off? Just get off the bus and get home to pack up the codeword... I think I'm quite hard, and I owe the big bloodletting girl that one more to get up early tomorrow to make up for it.