Qinghui's black hair was scattered, and he pressed him tightly, raising his little chin, full of arrogance.

I usually don't want to fight with her, but I learned to sneak attack.

Sheng Junshu didn't plan to care about what the children were thinking for the time being.

The hand was unconsciously raised, supporting the other party's small waist.

The softness of one hand made the man who had just woken up in the morning feel a little big.

His dark eyes were even more heavy, staring at Qinghui's little fair face and not knowing what he was thinking.

Not realizing how dangerous his movements were, the little girl who held down his wrist blinked, and the two of them rolled under the bed, and the sun did not shine, like a half-transparent strip of warm color, passed over the little girl's head and shone on the bed.

Qinghui's eyes returned to sleeplessness, and the small hand tried to move from his wrist to the other's neck.

You can see that his neckline is loose, revealing his fair and delicate collarbones, sex|||The Adam's apple slid up and down.

But there was no action, and there was no intention of fighting back.

What's going on?

Qinghui narrowed his big eyes.

The head is still a little sluggish.

In the words of Asa Ca, it is 'My family's Lingjian Lord's usual brain circuit is different from that of normal people, not to mention that he has just woken up and his brain is stuck'.

So the little girl turned her head sideways, and her eyes were inexplicable.

"You're not here to fight me?"

So what are you doing crouching at the head of the bed and looking like you're going to do it?

You're insane, aren't you?

The little neuropathy looked at the person who was being suppressed by himself at the moment, and thought seriously.

Sheng Junshu was also at a loss, a little troubled and didn't understand why he didn't recruit her and didn't provoke her, why this kid always looked like 'someone wants to harm me', he made trouble with him seriously, and wanted to fight with him.

Could it be that you see those news on the Internet......?

Sheng Junshu pinched Qinghui's small waist and thought casually.

Some netizens do have a lot of dramas.

He is obviously very spoiled by children.

But I don't know what they think, just yelling at him to stop training her.

In the end, he seemed to be the bad guy.

Obviously not.

However, if the child goes to the Internet to watch, will he see a lot of scolding her?

Sheng Junshu's brows furrowed slightly.

It seems that we have to find a crew as soon as possible to keep the child busy and give him time to deal with those things on the Internet.

"I didn't want to discipline you."

So don't look like I'm going to hurt you.

Sheng Junshu opened his mouth, and was immediately stunned by the hoarseness in his voice.

Seeing that the other party was lying on the ground like this, he ignored no matter how she touched and threatened.

Qinghui snorted, then yawned again.

Turned his head to look at the bed, and then looked at Sheng Junshu, who was pressed by himself.

If he sleeps in bed, he'll call her later.

Kindness.

So press him to sleep.

Sheng Junshu was thinking in his heart, it's time to get up now, right?

This posture was too dangerous, and the inexplicable feeling in his heart, especially for the two brothers of the Qing family, was growing more and more at this moment.

Plus the little girl's fragrance is soft......

And then the next moment.

felt a small lump of softness, shrunk directly to his chest, and the little girl curled up, found a suitable position in his arms, and pressed him.

"Sleep, don't move, don't scream, be honest."

The little girl's sleepy and lazy voice rang out.

At the same time, a faint glittering object fell out of the pocket of the child's pajamas.

Sheng Junshu looked at it and felt a little familiar, so he looked at it twice, and then recognized it.

It's the ear buckle for the child yesterday.

Qinghui heard the sound, raised his eyelids, felt the ear buckle and stuffed it back into his pocket.

This is like to take all the sleep with??

Sheng Junshu stiffened, looking down at the top of his plush hair that could be seen from his angle.

The little girl's little face was pressed against his chest, and the little girl's slightly itchy hair could be felt on his neck and collarbone.

There are so many questions that it's better to not know what to say for a while.

Sheng Junshu couldn't help but lift the corners of his lips, and his low laughter was a little helpless and dazed.

Just use him as a mattress? How does this make people - be honest?