Xiao Yechen hugged Ye Weilan's legs, her eyes watery: "Mommy, baby will be scared if he sleeps alone......"

Mother Ye looked at her "poor" son, and looked at her husband with beautiful big eyes wet: "Qi Ye......"

Qi Dashao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Lan, what are you doing with that photo in your hand?" ”

"Huh?" Ye Weilan was stunned for a moment, and only then did she remember that she was holding a photo of Qi Meiren's childhood in her hand, her big eyes gurgling, and her heart was inexplicably empty: "I'll show it to Xiao Jiu......"

Qi Meiren's eyes suddenly became a little cloudy.

He still knows very well what kind of image he is on it, after all, it is something that Mammmy Ye regards as a family heirloom, and it is difficult for him to forget it wherever he goes.

This girl is "ruining" his majesty as a father and husband.

The corners of Qi Dashao's beautiful lips slowly raised.

Ye Weilan's eyes widened, she has been married for many years, how could she not see Qi Meiren's expression of wanting to "repair" her at the moment, she is very aware of the current affairs and admits her mistakes: "Husband, I know it's wrong, I won't dare to ...... in the future"

Qi Ye scooped her up and carried her on her shoulders, carried her son in one hand, and went upstairs with his wife and children.

Kicking open the door of Perangodo, Qi Ye threw his son into the arms of Perangodo, who didn't know when he would come back, unscrewed the door next door and went back to the room, and locked the door stingily.

Carrying his wife all the way to the bed, Qi Ye sat down and put Ye Weilan in his arms, raised his hand and patted her on a place with the most flesh on her body, her tone rose slightly, and she was extremely charming: "My son is more important than my husband?" ”

I remember that when they first got married, he once asked this question, and at that time this girl said that her son was important.

Mami Ye covered her hips and burst into tears: "My husband and son are the only special existences, and there is no equivalence...... "I can't compare."

Qi Ye squinted.

His wife is just a little slippery head......

Qi Ye's slender hand slowly touched her face, stopped in front of her ear and lifted it gently, and a layer of mask as thin as a cicada's wings was removed, revealing her originally soft and delicate face, as beautiful as an angel.

Qi Ye lowered her head and landed a kiss on her soft red lips.

Ye Weilan blinked, the thick eyelashes left a feather-like itch on his translucent white cheeks, and she responded to his kiss while curiously counting his eyelashes that were longer than hers......

In the next second, Qi Ye held up his slender body, and Ye Weilan sat on him with his legs crossed, his legs just encircling his lean waist.

A thin ray of red hit the tender white cheeks, Qi Ye's kiss was always soft as a spring breeze at first, but when she got used to it, it would become a storm.

He ran into her mouth, grabbed her endless entanglement, plundered her sweetness to his heart's content, he was warm and fragrant and soft jade in his arms every night, but he couldn't even get over it, the eldest young master suppressed half of the belly fire, the little light bulb was not there at this time, of course, he had to get it back with interest.

He kissed her so hard that he leaned back almost suffocated, Qi Ye clasped the back of her head with one hand, and slowly began to strip her clothes with the other.

The zipper of the skirt slowly pulled down, and his fingers seemed to have some kind of bewitching meaning, caressing her thin and delicate back and slowly rubbing them.

Ye Weilan held his face and wanted to push him away a little, she was about to suffocate, but he seemed to deliberately punish her, not giving her a chance to breathe.