"Grandma is so beautiful, no wonder she gave birth to her like a fairy." Wen Hao's eyes were shining, and his gaze was suddenly amazing.

His eyes followed Wen Yuan's father, dark and deep, like the sea under the stars, sparkling and shining.

"Hao Hao will call you Grandma Tianxian from now on." Wen Hao shook his head and boasted with his hands dancing.

Tang Qian glanced down at him, intending to mock him, but seeing this child's bright smiling face, she really couldn't speak.

She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she was praised, as if she was very useful for this, and arrogantly controlled the corners of her mouth that wanted to laugh, "People are small and big."

"Is your Wen family's ancestral mouth sweet?" Tang Qian asked Wen Yanzhi.

It's really more than one to show off!

How sweet Wen Yan's mouth was back then, it was as good as his grandchildren.

"It's not a bad thing for a man to have a sweet mouth." Wen Yanzhi looked at Wen Hao's little grandson, and was very satisfied with the teachable son.

looks as handsome as his father Wen Yuan, and when he grows up, he is definitely a beautiful man who has fascinated countless women.

Wen Xingzhi asked for warmth, and said, "Sissi, how are you doing?"

Tang Qian snorted, "With your younger brother here, will I be okay?"

A brother control, a brother control, she is the most redundant one!

During the time Tang Qian was released by Wen Yanzhi, she had been restrained by that damn love Gu, telling her not to run, not to escape, and to be held in the palm of her hand by Wen Yanzhi's death, like a trapped beast.

It is estimated that he will not let her go in this life!

She has always paid great attention to her physical health, and is used to getting up early to exercise and do some basic dance skills.

She secretly swore that she had to live longer than Wen Yanzhi, this old thing!

"Alright, I'm going to work." Tang Qian was too lazy to delay time with her grandchildren a few more.

Wen Hao waved at her, still sweet-mouthed and said, "Goodbye, Grandma Tianxian, Hao Hao will play with you later."

"Don't bother me." Tang Qian has a hard mouth and a soft heart.

Wen Hao pouted.

Wen Yanzhi stroked Wen Hao's head and taught, "A creature like a woman must be boasted more."

The more they boast, the more they rise.

Wen Hao nodded in understanding, "I know, Grandpa the Great Demon King."

After saying that, Wen Hao ran to find his parents.

"Why do you give me a nickname?" Wen Yanzhi was taken aback for a moment, and then chased after him childishly and corrected: "Little ghost, you have to call me grandpa."

..

The large bed in the bedroom was messy.

I don't know what happened last night, Wen You, who was originally lying between his parents with peace of mind, was hugged to the side alone, and now he is lying behind Wen Yuan, pouting his little buttocks, covering the cute little quilt alone, no one cares.

The baby's soft snoring comes and goes, like a small trumpet.

And the father next to him, who "doesn't do anything", put his arms around his wife beautifully, and slept so sweetly and contentedly, as if the sky couldn't pull him out of that sweet dream.

Jiang Ruo turned around and stretched his waist, "Hmm..."

She was so preoccupied that she couldn't sleep well, so she woke up early.

She lay in Wen Yuan's arms, and as soon as she opened her hazy sleepy eyes, she saw Wen Yuan's handsome and bewitching face.

I've known him for six years, and the longer his face gets, the more flavorful it becomes.

Jiang Ruo couldn't help it for a while, raised his slender and tender fingers, and gently rubbed the tear mole under the corner of his right eye, the fingertips were slippery, with a restrained ambiguity, and his eyes were even deeper, with unknown subtle feelings.

Her hands roamed over his face, caressing each one.

And the sickly gray under his eyelids was darker than when he first saw it, which was not a good sign.

Even the color of his lips gradually evolved from crimson to dark purple before he knew it.

She hadn't paid much attention to it before.

All the outward changes in his body weren't a hint from God?

But she was negligent and never noticed.

"Wen Yuan..." Jiang Ruo muttered.

She felt a little distressed, and her soft fingertips lingered on his eyelids for a long time.

He's already been treated a few years ago, so he's not going to have a short life, right?

He was poisoned since he was a child, and his physical fitness was not good, but fortunately, his son Wen Hao was not affected too much.

If he dies suddenly one day...

What about the son?

She... What to do?

Just when Jiang Ruo was silently thinking.

Wen Yuan felt her cold body temperature, and then slowly opened her eyes, and her dark eyes secretly flashed with a very pure, very sincere emotion, which was called love.

Jiang Ruo suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment of being caught, and wanted to stretch out his hand back in embarrassment, but was grasped by Wen Yuanyi.

He kissed her palm, his expression was sincere, and his voice was curled with a lazy hoarseness that had just woken up, which was particularly magnetic and good: "Your hands and feet are cold in winter, and it seems that you will have to soak your feet every night in the future to ward off the cold."

"Well, now I'll help you warm up first."

His warm breath sprayed over her face, and he pressed her hand against his strong, firm chest, rubbing it with great skill.

Gradually, she felt a burning heat in her hands, particularly clear and unreservedly warming her.

She lowered her eyes, her curly and curled eyelashes trembled slightly in the void, she was tightly wrapped by him, slowly intoxicated by his body fragrance and body temperature, and her heart soothed and was extremely peaceful.

She leaned into his arms, almost greedily absorbing the warmth from him, the warmth that inexplicably reassured her.

Jiang Ruo slowly closed his eyes comfortably.

Wen Yuan had been staring down at her, staring at her, his eyes affectionate and deep, infatuated and hot.

And then...

He couldn't help it, and kissed her on the lips coldly.

Jiang Ruo suddenly opened his eyes and said coquettishly: "What are you doing?"

Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "Good morning kiss."

"I haven't washed yet." Jiang Ruo was disgusted.

Wen Yuan kissed again, "I don't dislike you."

At this time, the two bodies were extremely close, only separated by a thin layer of pajama fabric, and nothing else.

With such a close distance, it's easy...

Fire!

He rubbed her.

"Wen Yuan!" Jiang Ruo was slightly stunned.

"Normal needs, I can't help it." Wen Yuan was helpless.

That thing is disobedient, and he can't control it.

She's just too seductive.

As soon as he saw her, he was fascinated, and it was estimated that he had fallen under her pomegranate skirt for the rest of his life.

Jiang Ruo was so ashamed that he suddenly pushed away his embrace and sat up awkwardly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the white expanse outside the window, and whispered, "It's snowing outside."

It rained heavily last night and started snowing again this morning.

Jiang Ruo suddenly remembered that there was Wen You, a baby girl, and hurriedly said, "Where is the little grapefruit?"

Wen Yuan half-propped himself up, and the silky black pajamas on his body were hastily buttoned twice, and the delicate collarbones and tight chest muscles were exposed, which was quite charming and ambiguous.

A room of sunlight spilled on his cold white skin through the curtains, the muscle lines were smooth and distinct, warm and firm, without a trace of fat, not too thin and not too squirming, everything was just right.

Wen Yuan reached out and touched Wen You.

Jiang Ruo patted Wen Yuan lightly and said strangely, "How can I let her sleep alone on the outside, what if she falls?"