Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

'Don't, don't leave, Gongsheng, don't leave, don't leave at all'

This is the minimum requirement.

Trying hard to suppress the emotion, one side of my mind is afraid of the next move of Gongsheng, but the other side is afraid that the child will be separated from me because of my pushing away.

Why is it so.

Because of his contribution.

Whether it's this family, or everything about Mao Lilan, including her current job, it is the children who are responsible for it, so that she has lost the initiative as a mother.

The smell of orchids is getting stronger, indicating that the boy is getting closer to him and can touch the temperature.

The bed was sunken because of the weight of the second person.

Fei Yingli could only close her eyes tightly, resist her rational thinking with all her strength, and help her rationality push away the intimacy of the child.

He is still a child...he is still a child...he just stays by his side...the mother and son are a little bit close...nothing happened...

"Mother, I'm back."

Indeed nothing happened.

Gongsheng just pushed Feiyingli in a little bit. It was obviously a double bed, but most of the place was occupied by his mother, and he didn't even leave a place for himself.

Continue to wrap the quilt for the mother to avoid catching cold.

When I pushed it just now, I occasionally touched the skin, and it may have pulled the part of the pajamas... that's about it.

Leaning back against the bed board, Gong Sheng looked up at the ceiling.

I used to rest in this room, but after less than a year, I moved to the next room to rest.

Not because of Concubine Yingli, but because of the family run by mother and son, Gongsheng has to start working late at night to take care of legal affairs.

Then rely on...

Occasionally, I will come back and continue to rest on this bed, and then watch my mother sleeping soundly.

He never told his sister that he and Fei Yingli have been sleeping together for seven or eight years.

But what does it matter.

Just like now, Gongsheng looked sideways at Feiyingli who was still pretending to be asleep.

The queen mother was in fear, her whole body was trembling, but when she reached out her hand, she didn't refuse as strongly as her sister.

This is the difference.

The elder sister still has the opportunity to choose, so she was able to push herself away ten years ago, but the queen mother really has no opportunity to choose.

If you change the time and place, I'm afraid I will try my best to bear it all.

Stretching out his hand, Gongsheng wiped away the tears on Feiyingli's cheeks.

"Didn't you change your name to Mr. Suzuki? Why are you coming back?!"

Enjoy, touching the cheeks with fingertips, gently and delicately wiping away tears for herself.

No one can touch the queen's face.

However, if this hand has been placed on the side of the queen's face since birth, gently stroking.

Fei Yingli opened her mouth to speak, but her tone was clearly supposed to be displeased, but she expressed a kind of fear and fear, which was no longer as powerful as a queen.

"Come back to see my mother and cook a meal for my mother. I don't want to see her lose weight."

Put your hand on the queen mother's cheek, this time it's not to wipe away the tears, but to simply caress.

Gong Sheng stared at the face in the palm of his hand, and there was no sign of aging at all, even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. Time only made her more mature, but did not take away her years.

Very delicate, very white, very... moist.

Inexplicably thought of this word.

Press the thumb on the thin lips of the cherry blossoms, feel the moisture of the open mouth, press it down, and feel soft.

"I don't want you to see, and without you..." Too foul!

Pressing her lips, Fei Yingli felt an inexplicable feeling sweeping her brain, her face flushed slightly, and she could no longer sleep, she opened her eyes and glared at the boy.

"Gulu——!"

But before he finished speaking, there was a sound in his stomach.

When the door was opened just now, the smell of the food wafted into the room, successfully seducing Fueiri's hungry stomach.

I can't refuse at all, the meal made by my son.

His complexion was more rosy than before, and his whole body seemed to be softened. He should have stretched out his hand to beat Nizi in front of him, but he didn't have the strength.

Instead, he was hugged from the quilt by the other party.

Then put his forehead on Gongsheng's lower abdomen, and lay his whole body in Gongsheng's arms.

The hair was straightened out a little bit, holding the hair in one hand, and combing it with a comb in the other.

The normal way to comb your hair is to sit down and let the hair hang down for easy combing. How can it be like this, lying down in your arms for combing.