Leng Yicheng's eyes turned around, pulled the doll down again, and lay down directly, with his hands and feet in big characters, and said proudly: "I slept in Mommy's bed, not yours!" ”

The corners of Leng Tian's mouth twitched.

Stinky boy!

He turned sideways, looked at the little guy who was peeking at him, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his little face again, "You just leave me such a little space?" What if I fall? ”

"You're not a child!" Leng Yicheng pursed his lips and snorted.

Cold:

Xia Zhi took his clothes and came out, saw that the father and son were arguing, hooked the corners of their mouths, and hurried to take a bath.

When she came out, Leng Yicheng was about to fall asleep.

She leaned over and gathered all the dolls on the bed into the chair to the side.

"Mommy"

The soft and glutinous voice makes people's hearts soften instantly.

She leaned over and touched her son's little face, and said softly, "Get up and pee and go to sleep again, okay?" ”

"Are you sleeping here?"

Leng Yicheng tried to open his eyelids and looked at her expectantly.

Xia Zhi smiled and nodded in response: "Hmm! ”

Leng Yicheng smiled, reached out to hug her neck, Xia Zhi picked up his son easily, and turned to go to the bathroom.

Leng Tian glanced at their mother and son, and raised his eyebrows, this woman didn't even look at him when she came out?

Xia Zhi came back with his son in his arms and smiled at someone's complaining eyes, "Let him sleep here tonight!" ”

"You've decided, and you're still asking me!"

Someone's sour.

She laughed, lay down with her son in her arms, and gently stroked his palm on his back, coaxing him to sleep.

"You forgot what you promised me?"

Leng Tian reached out and straddled her son and pinched her face.

The faces of the mother and son are fleshy, and people can't help but itch and want to pinch them.

Xia Zhi suddenly remembered that he rubbed his body, and said with a smile: "Wait for the baby to fall asleep first, and I'll give it to you in a while!" ”

Leng Ye sighed heavily.

"What are you sighing for?"

She looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Leng Tianfeng's eyes slanted, and he glanced at her deeply, but his voice was unconsciously lowered, "Now, in your heart, I am the last in line!" ”

"You've always been the last one!" She laughed.

A cold gaze glared at her, she smiled, looked away, and glanced at her sleeping son, her heart was extremely soft.

After making sure that Leng Yicheng would not wake up, she quietly got up, pulled the quilt to cover her son, and then turned to his side.

Suddenly remembering the gift from May, she turned and walked away.

"Where are you going?"

The cold weather was ready, but when she saw her walk away again, she wrinkled her brows depressedly.

"I'll see what Satsuki sent me!"

Xia Zhi picked up the gift box, opened it curiously, and was stunned when he saw that it seemed to be clothes.

As soon as she pulled it out and saw what it was, her face burned hot.

Xiaoyue, a perverted girl, actually gave her erotic pajamas.

Looking at the pile of small clothes like rags, which couldn't cover anything at all, the corners of her mouth twitched fiercely, and her cheeks were hot.

"What did you give?"

The voice of the cold day came, and she hurriedly stuffed the blushing pile of fabrics back into the box, and then hid it in the innermost drawer of the cabinet.

"Didn't send anything!"

Leng Tian raised her eyebrows, what was she panicking about?

Xia Zhi was in the cloakroom, patted his hot cheeks a few times, precipitated the agitated mood, and then walked out.

Facing the scorching and probing gaze of the cold sky, his face burned again.