Pampered Fei Brimming with Cuteness

Qian Duo Duo only twisted half a body, with a face on it, telling the truth; "Take a potato to find a shackle, anyway, you don't like him as a relative, don't worry about it!"

Long Muyu listened to the words, completely blackened a face~

This obviously has to take the son red / apricot / out / wall!

Even if he doesn't wait to see the little potatoes, he will always be his own son, with the blood of his dragon.

It was my own hard work, planted from day to night.

It is neither a test tube baby nor a charge.

How can he not do it?

It’s like this little **** struggled with his own secrets for so many days. Every day he clamored for him to throw him, and it’s just a threat to threaten the little things.

The most embarrassing trick was to raise his hand and gently hit him once.

My son, who doesn't hurt?

"Duo Duer, this king promises, will not be eccentric in the future, good? Sons and daughters, are our hearts and minds, the king is the same, is it good?"

Long Muzhen endured a small fire of jealousy in the chest. Two or three steps stood by the side of Qian Duoduo. Even the wife took her son and hugged her arms together.

"This way--" Qian Duodu hesitated for a few seconds, and said it was difficult to say; "Okay - look at your sincerity, I will give you a chance on behalf of the potato!"

Said, she handed the small potatoes to the arms of Long Muzhen: "Hey - my son gave you, I will go and give them a belly pocket."

Long Muzhen holds a small potato and looks at his open eyebrows. The facial features are more delicate and handsome. This little body has quite a shadow of his own.

He felt that blood is really the most wonderful thing in the world -

This is the son of him and Duo, the crystallization of him and Duo.

When Long Muzhen thought of this, he felt more and more that this little mixed ball is not so unlovable?

Long Muyu reached out and poked the cheeks of the small potatoes. For the first time, he used a gentle tone to communicate peacefully with his son.

"Small mixed ball, you listen to the king, and later, I want to let the mothers get together, as long as you don't pick the night, the father will hurt you, like the sister, understand?"

The little potato twisted his buttocks in the arms of Long Muzhen, raised his eyelids lazily, looked at him, turned his head and slept.

Long Muzhen saw that he was once again dismissed by his son. Some of them were angry and angry, and it was necessary to reinvigorate the father.

Picking up a small leg of a small potato, he rushed to his **** egg, and ‘狠狠’ hit two times: “I’m educating you, serious!”

Long Muzhen wants his son to give himself a face, at least a little reaction!

As a result, the small potato, as he wished, really gave him a reaction to 'deep heat'.

In the moment when Long Muzhen raised his calf, the small potato slick bird, an excitement, even smashed urine -

The patter, like a light rain, sprayed straight.

The dragonfly was opened by Long Mu, and the small potato machine gun rushed up.

Long Muzhen was shocked and quickly removed his son from his body, but he was late.

The urine of the little mixed ball, still sprinkled one's chest, and his arm, it was wet.

"You are a jerk, I don't beat you today, you don't know that you are a son!"