Chapter 569: Mom, My Brother Has a Tooth Mark On His Neck
"You go out, I'll wash it myself."
When he arrived at the bathroom, Wen Wen pushed Rong Zheng's shoulders and wanted him to go out.
"Daughter-in-law, your man should serve you, don't be embarrassed."
Rong Zheng chuckled and adjusted the temperature of the water while holding her.
Soon, the warm water enveloped the two of them.
Wen Wen still wants to refuse, but where is she the opponent of a tall and strong man?
At this moment, I deeply realized what it means to be weak, pitiful and helpless.
Boom......
Rong Zheng looked at the little girl so obediently, the fire in her body burned again, and even her voice became hoarse and dark: "Nuan Nuan, shall we do it again?" I haven't eaten yet. ”
"No!"
Almost immediately, the warmth tried to escape from his arms.
Can......
Thought is one thing, action practice is another.
The little girl was easily picked up by the man.
She still wanted to refute, but she was speechless.
In the bathroom, there was only the muffling sobs and the hoarse gasps of men.
"Nuan Nuan, you're so ......"
Reason was hit and flew wildly, and the warmth was a little crying without tears, men are big pigs' trotters!
This protracted battle did not end until mid-afternoon.
Warmth felt like she had lost her last little life.
was washed and carried to bed by a man, and he couldn't even control his hungry rumbling stomach, so he tilted his head and fell asleep with the quilt.
"What a little girl."
Rong Zheng chuckled, kissed the little girl's face, got dressed and got out of bed.
After a long time, the two of them didn't eat anything.
When the little girl wakes up in the evening, she will definitely be hungry.
Rong Zheng thought about it, tucked the quilt for the little girl, and went out to drive back to the military compound.
Song Yufen was at home with Rong Qian, and when she saw Rong Zheng pushing the door in, still carrying a bag of vegetables in her hand, Song Yufen raised her eyebrows and looked at the rarity: "Eh, my eldest son knows how to buy vegetables when he goes out on a mission and comes home?" ”
"Mom, you can help me make a soup and stir-fry a few dishes."
Rong Zheng ignored Song Yufen's teasing, handed over the dishes, and instructed Rong Qian: "Go wash the vegetables." ”
The two of them who looked at him with this posture wondered for a while: "What, your leader is going to come later?" ”
"No, I'll bring food to Nuan Nuan."
Rong Zheng didn't hide it, anyway, his mother has always regarded warmth as her daughter.
Sure enough, when Song Yufen heard this, her eyes widened: "Then why don't you bring Nuan Nuan back?" ”
She hadn't seen warmth for a while, and she missed that little girl.
"Mom, do it quickly, I'm in a hurry."
Don't wait for the little girl to wake up and be hungry again.
"Mom, my brother just has a daughter-in-law and forgets his mother!"
Rong Qian stuck out her tongue at Rong Zheng and carried the dishes into the kitchen.
She also has a good impression of warmth, and her sister-in-law was admitted to Tsinghua University with the provincial top score, which made her feel that she could fly in front of her friends.
Rong Qian obediently helped wash the dishes and came out, and saw Rong Zheng sitting on the sofa writing something.
She crept over to scare Rong Zheng from behind.
The voice in his mouth hadn't come out yet, and his eyes widened when he saw the tooth marks on Rong Zheng's neck.
"Mom, my brother has a tooth mark on his neck!"
The little girl who had never seen the world shouted out with a snort.
Rong Zheng was really taken aback by her.
Song Yufen, who was cooking soup in the kitchen, trembled when she heard this.
"Shut up, don't shout!"
Rong Zheng turned his head and glared at Rong Qian, and stretched out his hand to straighten the collar.
When I turned my head, I saw Song Yufen rushing out of the kitchen: "Rong Zheng!" ”
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