In the evening, Zhao Yong returned home after socializing, and handed a gift bag to Li Manjun.

"What?" Li Manjun asked curiously.

Zhao Yong didn't answer, and motioned for her to look at it herself.

Nian Nian has been taken into the second bedroom by Sister Zhou to rest, in order not to affect the next day's work, Li Manjun did not take the child to sleep at night.

She doesn't have any anxiety about the separation of mother and child, probably because she can go home at noon, and she will try to leave time for her daughter after work, play with her for a while, or do exhaust exercises for her.

If there is a day off, I will also bring my daughter over to sleep together.

The only thing that Li Manjun couldn't do was to bathe his daughter.

The baby who is less than two months old is still too young, Li Manjun doesn't dare to catch her, and she has to be washed by Sister Zhou.

I go to bed after taking a bath every year, probably thinking that this is a signal to sleep, and every time I take a bath and play for a while, I yawn, my little eyes squinted, and I soon fell asleep.

The small baby basket was placed next to the second bed, barely leaving an aisle to pass.

Knowing that Zhao Yong had to see the child when he came back at night, Sister Zhou didn't close the door of the room, she hadn't slept yet, she just lay in the room with Nian Nian.

Zhao Yong looked at his daughter, leaned in and kissed him twice, almost waking him up.

Li Manjun called him in a low voice, he just came out, otherwise he would have to wake up his daughter and tease him again.

In the gift bag is actually perfume, imported goods, dark purple glass bottle with gold metal cap, very retro packaging.

Li Manjun got closer and smelled the smell, it was fragrant, a little sweet.

"How?" Zhao Yong asked expectantly.

Li Manjun nodded in affirmation, and then said euphemistically: "It would be better if the taste was a little more." ”

"They gave it to me, and I don't know what it tastes like." Zhao Yong took the perfume and put it directly on the table, "Next time I will take you to buy it, buy what you like, and save this for spraying the room." ”

I don't know when it started, Zhao Yong has been able to understand her true preferences from her euphemistic expression.

"Don't." Li Manjun took the perfume back again, "It looks very expensive, and I can't bear to use it to spray the room." ”

"You can still spray on formal occasions."

Zhao Yong laughed, Li Manjun got up and went to make him tea to relieve his hangover, and brought hot water over for him to wipe it.

Zhao Yong leaned back on the sofa, his fiery gaze remained on her, turning as she moved, his expression dark.

A hot face handkerchief covered his face, blocking his view.

Zhao Yong sighed "sigh", wiped his face and returned the handkerchief to her, looked at the side lying on the side that opened the door, and sighed again with great regret.

It's really inconvenient to have outsiders at home, and you have to control it if you want to make out with your wife.

However, Zhao Yong's control was obviously short-lived, as soon as he returned to the bedroom, he closed the door and pressed it down, which startled Li Manjun a lot, and his eyes reminded him that this house was not soundproof.

However, it didn't work.

When he woke up in the morning, as soon as Li Manjun opened his eyes, he saw the man shirtless, and the muscles on his back were perfectly displayed, releasing his wildness without any scruples.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a sewing kit and buttoning her shirt, looking attentive and earnest, as if the fierce wolf of last night had escaped.

Glancing at the shirt that was almost torn, Li Manjun's cheeks were a little hot.

"Wake up." Zhao Yong turned around and comforted with a little weakness: "I'll make it up for you right away, and I won't delay you from going to work, I must be careful next time." ”

Li Manjun raised his foot and kicked his upright ass, "Next time?!" ”

The tips of Zhao Yong's ears were slightly red, and his rough palm grabbed her white and glowing feet, and the cocoons on his hands were prickly, and he lowered his head and kissed her heavily.

Li Manjun's eyes widened, Zhao Yong, it turns out that you are such Zhao Yong!

"Don't freeze, it's cold."

He stuffed her feet back into the quilt, pressed the corners of the quilt, turned around and sped up to sew the buttons of her clothes, but when Li Manjun wore it, it was crooked at all.

"Let's get another one." Li Manjun gave up torturing this poor shirt, and Zhao Yong immediately opened the wardrobe to help her find the shirt, "This?" ”

Li Manjun shook his head and pointed to the cabinet, "That light yellow one." "It goes well with her white suit.

"Okay." Zhao Yong changed the one in his hand and handed her the yellow one.

"You're a lot older." His eyes were staring, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Li Manjun sighed at him, quickly sorted out his clothes, and opened the door to go out.

Sister Zhou had already gotten up to make breakfast, millet porridge and meat buns, she had prepared them in advance last night and put them in the refrigerator, and took them out to steam them this morning, which was steaming hot.

Li Manjun ate half a bowl of millet porridge and two steamed buns, and woke up every year.

Now Sister Zhou feeds the milk in the refrigerator every night every year, and Li Manjun can already sleep a whole night at night.

However, I still have to knock on the door of the master bedroom from time to time, and sometimes I have a temper every year, and I have to be quiet down.

Li Manjun peeked at Sister Zhou's expression, and always felt that she didn't knock on the door last night because she heard something.

Zhao Yong was fine, quickly washed up, ate a big bowl of millet porridge and leftover buns, and turned into a disc walker.

He never wastes a grain of food, Li Manjun has always known it, but sometimes he is afraid that he will eat too much.

"When you wake up every year, you go and pick her up." Li Manjun thought to himself, just exercise and digest it.

The daughter must have a big bag of feces and urine when she gets up early, Zhao Yong doesn't dislike it at all, and is a little excited, so he goes into the second bedroom and takes out the daughter who has woken up in the cradle and hums.

hugged Nian Nian's ass with his big palm, he already felt the temperature, took it apart, turned his head and said to Li Manjun:

"Come and see, your daughter has pulled a big bag of stinky bags!"

"......" Li Manjun has a black line.

Sister Zhou really didn't hold back, she laughed out loud, finished eating half of the buns in her hand, took the dishes to the bowl and waited for Liu Juying to wash them when she came, looked up at the clock on the wall, and told Li Manjun that he could feed it once before going to work, and there was still time to spare.

Li Manjun didn't have milk last night...... Thinking of this, he glanced at someone, and someone noticed it, as if he also remembered it, and pretended to turn his head aside, and the roots of his neck were red.

However, he has a dark complexion, and he can't see it if he doesn't look closely.

Zhao Yong cleaned up his daughter and hugged her, Sister Zhou took her own little towel to wipe her face, the little guy wrinkled his face and shook his head, trying to dodge, but was pressed by his mother with his little head.

Sister Zhou's strength is neither light nor heavy, neither hurting Nian Nian, but also wiping her little flower cat face.

As soon as the 'rice' was fed to his mouth, he sucked it every year, eating very hard, and his little face was red without stopping.

Zhao Yong gently pinched her pink little nose and forced her to open her mouth to catch her breath, "It's really hard to eat." ”

Nian Nian didn't care about this, opened his mouth and took a breath and arched into his mother's arms, and continued to cook.

"Hey, you can help me contact a few TV reporters." Li Manjun said to Zhao Yong.

Zhao Yong: "Yo? He was surprised and asked, "What did you really do about that press conference?" ”

Li Manjun raised his eyebrows proudly, "Of course!" ”

Zhao Yong glanced at his wife in amazement, a little looking forward to it.