Chapter 626

Xiaobaozi nodded seriously.

"I don't care if I fall to the ground at night!" Song Qingcheng's tone was serious.

Baozi nodded.

Song Qingcheng has no way, "get out of the way!"

Xiaobaozi obediently moved to the side and made room for her to go to bed.

When song Qingcheng went to bed, he felt that his breathing was not smooth enough. It's just a one meter five bed. It's crowded with three people

The key is that some people are still tall and big, one for two.

She lay down and dropped, "you turn off the lights."

Then she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

"Mommy, your brain seems to be a little swollen." Xiaobaozi put her hand on her forehead and touched it gently.

"It's OK. It doesn't hurt." Song Qingcheng holds the child's hand and takes it down from his forehead.

"I'll let daddy blow it for you."

As soon as song Qingcheng breathed hard, there was no time to stop xiaobaozi. Xiaobaozi had already said, "Daddy, Mommy's forehead has been hit. You help Mommy blow it. Blow on mommy and it won't hurt. "

It is to wait for Song Qing City to refuse again, that familiar smell has already shrouded down from top to bottom. Song Qingcheng really wants to push him, but isn't that good?

If you don't have to look at him, it's a big deal.

Ji Zhengting lowered, two fists away from her forehead. In my mind, I want to go to the last time when I hurt my hand, the little steamed stuffed bun helped me blow.

So far, it still makes him feel very warm.

He also learned how to hold a meeting of steamed buns and blew on her forehead.

"Daddy, you're too far away." Xiaobaozi is in charge.

Song Qingcheng wants to cry without tears. So close, her heart has to jump out, in a little closer, she is afraid of breathing will not.

I'm really hurt by this little guy!

Ji Zhengting has been taught and lowered a little bit.

"That's how it works." Xiaobaozi is still not satisfied with the direct command, small hand pressed dad's back of the head, forced a pressure.

Er

Ji Zhengting was unprepared. He was so pressed by the steamed stuffed buns that he went directly to kiss him No, it's not pro. It's a direct hit.

His teeth

Her head

Wow ~

xiaobaozi is confused.

……

Song Qingcheng says, "sleep!" Finally, the room turned off the light and became quiet.

However, the silence didn't last long. It was about two minutes.

"Mommy?" The voice of small steamed bun Nuo sounded in the dark. Listen to such a voice, really satisfied, very happy.

"Well." Song Qingcheng answered softly. However, xiaobaozi's next words definitely made her regret that she answered the call.

"Daddy said, I was stuffed into mommy's stomach by daddy. Is that right?" Steamed stuffed buns are curious.

“…… Sleep Song Qingcheng only felt that the temperature in the quilt was getting higher and higher, which made her face angry.

It's agreed. What about pretending to be sleeping?!

"How does daddy stuff it?" Small steamed stuffed bun like did not hear her words, continue to ask curiously.

“…… I don't know! "

Crazy!

"Well? Daddy said Mommy knew

“……” Song Qingcheng scolded the culprit around him a thousand times at the moment.

"Can you plug another little sister for me to play with?"

“……” Vomit blood!

"If you don't talk, you'll agree. So, daddy's going to be a fortress tonight. "

“……” Tonight It's crazy, "sleep!"

"But Mommy hasn't answered me. I want a little sister very much

“……” Song Qingcheng resolutely stopped talking, and the quilt was pulled up and directly put into the quilt.

"Mommy, you can't do this. I'm suffocating." The muffled voice of the bun came from the quilt.

Song Qingcheng really wants to cry. Tonight, it seems destined not to sleep.

Small steamed stuffed bun from the quilt to climb out, big breath, "good comfortable."

He was ignored. Just, a man and a woman all quietly raised lips.

"Mommy song, you are so hot. Are you sick?" Small steamed stuffed bun small hand toward her pajamas in the past.

Nonsense!

Surrounded by a big fireball and a small fireball, can she not get hot? And I just talked about the topic of panic. It's good that she doesn't burn now.

Song Qingcheng was so touched and scratched by baozi that he almost burst out laughing, "song, please, if you move around again, I'll throw you out!"

Absolutely a warning, a threat!

"Well Does Mommy want to sleep alone with dad? " Xiaobaozi asked innocently.“……” Song Qingcheng's brain has been abandoned and he vowed not to speak any more.

Talk again is pig! Two pigs!

"Daddy?" Xiaobaozi calls again the father who has never said a word. Isn't he sleepy?

"Well."

I didn't sleep.

"You're not asleep?"

"Well." Can you answer him when you fall asleep?

"Mommy says that daddy is not in good health and doesn't let me disturb him, so Daddy has to rest early." It's all steamed buns.

Ji Zhengting's heart is warm. Head slightly slanted, across the night looking at the children lying beside. She is still in the quilt, but, as long as can look at her like this, very satisfied.

She knows that he is not well

……

After that, xiaobaozi was really sleepy. When he calmed down, he could smell his even breathing.

Song Qingcheng came out from under the quilt, adjusted his sleeping posture and covered the quilt. I also try to sleep close to the children. After all, the bed is not big, some people have long hands and feet, and the place is too small. I'm sure I can't sleep well.

……

Don't know how long to sleep, song Qingcheng turned over, habitually put his hand around the child. Just, this time, she hugged the man's strong chest muscle, but she only felt that how the child became big, she couldn't hold one hand.

She also instinctively hugged tightly, and her body was also close.

In the dark, the man opened his deep eyes and looked down at the child hanging on his body. Sure enough, he's still his child, not changed at all. Sleep still like this hanging on him.

However, when she used to sleep like this, she was mostly punished by him. So, does the child want to be punished by him?

Well I'm afraid it's not convenient tonight. However, when xiaobaozi is away, it can be considered.

It's been three years. It's really a long time. I haven't tasted the taste of a child for a long time.

Raised his hand, stroked her cheek, and finally fell on her attractive small mouth, gently, soft. She seemed to feel it. Her small mouth was flat, and her fragrant tongue came out and licked it.

In the dark, he could see her dimly; in fact, she was only three years older, others were as lovely and charming as ever.

She was a bit addicted to teasing, especially when she saw her little mouth moving, she had an impulse to cover it up and take a bite. The fingers were deliberately teasing her.