The man's hand covered a certain part of the woman's upper body under him, ravaging it hard, and the woman let out some ***** low gasps.

"Huh?" Zhan Mianmian let out a surprised sound, a pair of grape-sized eyes full of curiosity, she didn't know what they were doing, so she wasn't shy to look at it at all.

The two were attracted by her voice, saw a little girl peeping, and hurriedly pulled off their clothes.

The man looked at her with an unhappy face: "Little sister, it's not right to peep, and besides, you have ruined my brother's good deeds." ”

Hearing this, Zhan Mianmian's gaze slowly moved to him, serious: "Uncle, why did you touch that aunt's murder?" ”

The simplicity of this question is not a little flawed, with a hint of ignorance.

The man was stunned at first, and his face was a little not good-looking.

Uncle...

Is he that old?

Not to mention, the expression of the woman behind her is even more wonderful than a rainbow.

The man didn't care, but smiled at her and asked thoughtfully: "Little sister, do you really want to know why?" ”

"You say." Zhan Mianmian couldn't help but get anxious, his brother was coming back soon, and it would be troublesome if he couldn't find her.

"Come on, get closer."

Mianmian leaned in and stuck her ears out.

………

Three minutes later.

Lounge area.

Zhan Mianmian ran in with a smile on his face, just in time to see Zhan Shaochu and An Shaochen walking out of a corner.

"Brother." She shouted sweetly.

Zhan Shaochu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded at her expressionlessly.

An Shaochen also kept an eye on the "gift" he gave, joking with his brother: "If I knew that she was alive, I wouldn't give it to you." ”

"It's a pity that she's still mine." Zhan Shaochu smiled and glanced at him.

Zhan Mianmian chatted with An Shaochen for a few words, the little girl was obviously very distracted, An Shaochen could only give up the struggle and say goodbye to them.

……

It was night, ten o'clock.

The second floor of the front of the warrior house.

Zhan Shaochu, who was about to sleep, suddenly opened the door, and then his waist tightened.

The corners of his mouth twitched, turned around, took the hand on his waist away, and frowned: "Zhan Mianmian, I need to change the door." ”

Zhan Mianmian slowly lifted his head from the young man's arms and winked at him: "Why? ”

"Rat-proof." Zhan Shaochu replied angrily, changed to a flat lying position, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The person next to him suddenly quieted down, which surprised him a little, usually a noisy chicken dog ascended to heaven.

He slowly opened his eyes, squinted at her, and found that Xiao Baozi was looking at him with a burning, excited, hesitant gaze.

Zhan Shaochu: "........."

This... What do you mean?

"What do you do?" He leaned sideways, one hand propped up on his head, and looked down at her.

I saw that the little bun drilled into his arms with a coquettish meaning, buried his white little face in his chest, and said sullenly: "Brother, help." ”

"How can you help?" The boy frowned, puzzled.

"Help rub the little steamed buns." Mianmian raised her head innocently, and her eyes seemed to be dotted with starlight.

The corners of Zhan Shaochu's mouth twitched: "Little steamed buns? Kneaded? Where to rub at this time? ”

He doesn't know that the "little steamed bun" said by the little thing in his arms has a deep meaning, after all... She's so simple.

On the ground, Zhan Mianmian grabbed his hand, covered the parallel lines on his chest, and said with a smile: "Brother, help me rub the fierce!" ”

Brother = Knead = Little steamed bun = Brother, knead fiercely.

Yes.