"A virtuous wife should be considerate of her husband at this time?"

"Of course." Song Yun kissed the tip of her nose late. Seeing her bright eyes, the smile on her lips deepened a little, "however, your little wife can be virtuous."

Little wife?

How can these three words sound so shameful?

Lu Meng blushed, pushed him away and stroked his hair, "who, who is your little wife. A shameless man! "

Song Yunchi fiddled with the small white wool ball on her Christmas hat, "first, you are smaller than me. Second, you are my delicate and delicate wife. Come on, tell me, what's more appropriate when these two reasons are combined? "

Lu Meng turned over, sat on his lap, put his hands around his neck, "call the queen!"

Song Yunchi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was deeply afraid that she would slip down. His arms immediately closed around her waist.

They couldn't get close to each other. They could only look at each other so far away from her round belly.

"Your Majesty?" Song Yunchi held it back, so there was no laughter.

What does she look like a queen?

"Yes!"

Lu Meng proudly raised his fine chin, squinted at him, as if looking at his subjects, waiting for him to call the queen.

Song Yunchi smiled low, and his handsome face suddenly became vivid.

The mature and introverted temperament of adult men is displayed incisively and vividly.

He opened his thin lips and smiled, "cute God."

Bang, Lu Meng became angry!

She was waiting for him to call her queen. He called her game name!

What a shame!

"Ah woo!" She bit him on the chin and stared at him, "let you be bad! Bite you! "

With one hand around her waist, song Yunchi carelessly took off her Christmas hat, touched her head and smoothed her hair, "you are the most cute."

"Shut up."

"Wife, if you bite again, the CIA will laugh at me tomorrow."

Lu Meng didn't understand. She tilted her head and asked suspiciously, "why do you laugh at you?"

"Because there are your teeth marks on my chin, they should laugh at my fear of wife."

"Are you not afraid of me?"

"Afraid." At this point, song Yunchi freely admitted, "I'm afraid you're angry with me, and I'm afraid you'll run away with your baby."

"Hum." Lu Meng loosened him, and adults patted him on the head, "as long as you don't make me angry, I won't run away from home. I'm still very understanding. "

understanding?

This little ancestor has nothing to do with these four words.

He was thankful that she didn't bother him.

Lu Meng thought of a serious matter. "By the way, I'm going to have a Christmas party at home at Christmas."

"Just be happy."

"I want to invite Yiheng."

Song Yunchi: "

The mood is not so beautiful at once. What's going on?

The tender index finger poked him in the chest, "hum, change your face immediately! I just said I was happy. What's your expression? Are you protesting with me? "

Before Song Yunchi could speak, Lu Meng smiled again, "I tell you, the protest is invalid! I want to invite not only Yi Heng, but also my sister and Xia Lin...... "

Invite Qiao Xiaoan?

That feeling is good!

Song Yunchi thought of Mu Jingxi. As a child, he still couldn't bear to see him alone. He obviously had a wife and daughter, but he couldn't accompany him.

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