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Tang Baiyu came in from outside with a black lacquer pomegranate flower carved tea tray, but the bed was empty, and his brows furrowed. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he put the tea tray on the small table on the side, and sat on the warm bed, which seemed to have the fragrance left over from yesterday. I scooped a mouthful of white porridge and put it in my mouth, chewing it and filling it into my stomach, never separating it again.

[Qingqing, what's wrong with you?] Why is your face so red? Are you sick? You don't need to use buns, adults go and get you some spiritual fruits to replenish your body, it works. The bun rubbed into the quilt, and his face was plush against Tang Anqing's face, with a look of concern. I don't know how I could tell it from his hairy face. Tang Anqing stuffed the bun into his arms and rubbed it, his face was depressed, remembering yesterday's incident, he wished that there was a crack in the ground to be able to stuff it.

Yesterday was actually seductive? was even fainted in the end? In that burning scene, Tang Anqing grinded his teeth fiercely. So I didn't know how to face the intimate contact this morning.,Although I didn't wake up red.,But the bruises in the place you see can see how the battle was last night.,Woo...

[Qingqing, your family is so painful~ Qingqing's family is hungry~ If you are outside, it is time to have breakfast now. Qingqing, what's wrong with you? Tell me about it] Tang Anqing glared fiercely at the bun that seemed to be burning with the fire of gossip, and raised his hand to throw the bun out, "Don't bother me, go out and play by yourself, do you hear, huh?" ”

The bun squirmed, jumped off the bed very quickly, and waved his little paws, [Okay, okay, what about those two little ghosts?] When Tang Anqing came in, he brought in two children together, and now he was sleeping soundly together in another bed. Tang Anqing pressed against his forehead, rolled the quilt and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, his body was still a little soft, this rolling was even more uncomfortable, but there was no wilting feeling.

"Hmm.." Tang Anqing really couldn't help moaning, and couldn't help but have a headache.

[Ah, they're all old husbands and wives, why are they so shy]

"Poof, yesterday was the first time, the first time"

[Anyway, they've been together for more than a year, and they're all like each other, what's the big deal, not to mention that it's not the first time physically, otherwise it will hurt even more]

"You can't say that, it's someone else's initiative, yes, am I really dissatisfied? Is this what is called drunken spitting? "Don't skip words

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[But I enjoy it very much, saying that my man's waist strength and physical endurance are very good, isn't it so cool that I faint in the end? ] ]

"That's right, Ah Yu's figure is really good."

[I'm looking forward to next time...]

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Puyu rubbed her eyes from her own quilt to Tang Anqing's quilt, looked at her mother's somewhat tangled face, asked softly, and yawned cutely. "Hey, mother, why did we get here? Yu'er is so hungry. ”

Tang Anqing swallowed his saliva, it was really embarrassing, calm down, maintain his always gentle and amiable image in front of his son, sit up, and pick up his eldest son, "Yu'er is awake, do you want to release water?" I'm hungry so early, is it okay to wait for my mother for a while? ”

"Okay, Yu'er is actually not so hungry" Tang Xiaoyu rubbed down and rubbed into the original quilt to dig up Erbao, who was sleeping soundly, and hugged him into his arms, "Mother, Yu'er will take a good look at my brother." ”

Tang Anqing kissed her son's cheek and said with a smile: "Yu'er is so good, just wait for my mother for a while."

Tang Anqing got up from the bed and found that although he felt sour, he was definitely powerful, as if he vaguely remembered that when Ayu got up in the morning, he seemed to have injected some warm energy into himself, which seemed to be that effect. The corners of his mouth raised, as if this was not bad

In the hot spring, Tang Anqing looked down at the bruises on his body, it seemed that yesterday's battle was really fierce, but the slightly hot spring flowed all over his body, which was really comfortable. （）

[Qingqing, what are you doing now?] Baozi's voice suddenly sounded in his head, in the space, Baozi can leave Tang Anqing and still speak at a very large distance, as long as there is a space where the two can hear each other's words, and the connection between Baozi and Tang Anqing is getting closer and closer, even if one is in the space and the other is outside, they can talk

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[Huh?] I'm at the Lingquan, is there anything going on? Tang Anqing finished scrubbing his body, put on his clothes, and asked.

Baozi twisted his paws on the other side, looked at the fruit on the tree with a covetous face, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, thinking that Qingqing didn't know how many fruits there were on the tree anyway, and this king shouldn't know if he ate one. And it's not like the fruit doesn't bear fruit, even if it's a little long. But now the proportion of time in the space and the time outside is larger, it's nothing~ Baozi thought like this, nodded consciously, licked his saliva, and shook his tail, [It's okay Qingqing, people will go back in a while, do you want to bring you some fruit back.] Look at how kind people are, and they took the initiative to ask about bringing fruit.

[I want to eat grapefruit and pomegranate, help me bring four back.] Tang Anqing picked the corners of his mouth and said happily.

[King Ben knows, I'll go back in a moment.] Baozi happily knocked down a fruit from the tree and stuffed it into his mouth in one go, and after answering Tang Anqing, he happily agreed to Tang Anqing.

Tang Baiyu sat on the bed calmly, a few dishes and white porridge on the table still exuded heat and aroma, fortunately, there was no call from the master on weekdays, and the maids outside would not come in without permission, so they did not find that the master was not all in the house.

The morning light spilled in, and Tang Baiyu sitting on the bed seemed to be different from the past, and the soft light in his eyes could almost melt what he saw. The bony fingers slid over the edge of the bowl next to him, as if gliding over the skin of a lover. "Qing'er.."

"Daddy!" This cry almost made the man who was sitting calmly get up from the bed, touched the hand on the edge of the bowl, and hurriedly held the bowl. You don't have to look back to know that the person you are thinking about is behind you.

Fortunately, the eldest son was hungry and made the father react, turned his head and picked up the two children, one in each hand. said softly: "Qing'er eats these, it's still warm." I took my two children to dinner. ”

Tang Anqing nodded, looking at his man's thin waist, his face couldn't help but turn red, and only after Tang Baiyu went out, he patted his cheek, "Tang Anqing, be reserved, blushing, it's true." Turning his head and grabbing the buns, there were four grapefruit and four pomegranates on the bed, "Buns, aren't you hungry?" Why don't you go to eat yet? Waiting for me to feed you."

[Oh.] Baozi jumped off the bed obediently by inertia, but he didn't stop until he turned out of the door, scratched his face with his front paws, and his blue eyes showed a puzzled expression, why was Qingqing so strange just now, what does it mean to be reserved? It's really nerve-wracking, let's go to dinner, Aunt Sun's family really misses the xiaolongbao and butter cakes you made

Tang Anqing twisted a few times, rubbed a few times in the warm fragrant quilt, and looked up at the dishes on the black lacquer luodian waist table next to the bed

。 He sat up from the bed with a wooden face and took the porridge to drink, it was really a long time since he had drunk Ayu's porridge. Since coming to Beijing, even the cooks have been sent by Situ Jin, and everything they buy is from the Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Situ's capital, so there is no need for the family to worry about it at all. Except for the occasional two children who want to eat something, the mother will come to the kitchen to cook something. And Ah Yu mostly follows Situ Jin, but every time he comes back from outside, he will bring some special snacks or desserts and pastries from Beijing. This soup is cooked by the chef, if you say that the authentic Shangjing food is still made by Sun Niang, it is more authentic and more chewy, and the taste of the food in the north and south is really different. But Tang Anqing was a northerner before, and Tang Baiyu was skilled in the north and south, so after discovering that the lady preferred to eat northern food, she focused on northern food when she cooked. At this time, the porridge I ate was thick and rich, and it melted in my mouth, and a few dishes of side dishes seemed to be made by Laon, Tang Anqing's eyebrows and eyes were bent when she ate it, like the bright last quarter moon.

I didn't notice at all that the straight, thin man at the door of the bedroom stood at the door for a while before quietly leaving with the corners of his mouth raised. That's all that is good, nothing is better than this.

In front of the dressing mirror, Tang Anqing touched his white neck, and he couldn't see that it was still covered with bruises before. The spiritual spring water really works, Tang Anqing thought of this and lay on the dressing table depressedly, patting his cheek, "Sure enough.."

Take out the agarwood hairpin from the side of the dressing box, it looks round and delicate, delicate, perhaps because of the age, although it is agarwood, but it is warm as jade, glowing with a faint soft light, revealing a pungent agarwood fragrance. Just on the handle of the hairpin was still engraved with the word 'Qing'er', Tang Anqing looked at the hairpin and couldn't help laughing. Pull your hair up and tuck it into one side.

In the living room, Master Tang dangled his short legs and put his favorite green peppers and carrots on the side of the plate, and his mother was not there. But why did Daddy only cook for his mother alone, and what did Daddy do just now? It's so strange, he looked at Erbao standing in the stroller next to him, and sighed deeply, "Sister Suxiang, feed my brother." ”

It happened that Tang Baiyu was in a good mood and walked over, and Tang Baiyu, who wanted to step forward, waved his hand before retreating, "Bao'er, let's eat." ”

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