Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

He patiently pulled her curled up body away, and then dragged her to lie down beside him, ready to continue sleeping. As soon as he closed his eyes, the little boy turned around slowly by his side, turned his back to him again He curled up into a ball, and pressed his small butt against his waist.

Mo Ziqi really wanted to leave her alone, but he was afraid that she would catch a cold at night, so he frowned and pulled her away again, pulling her into his arms and restraining her hands and feet.

No one likes to be tied up while sleeping. Xin Miaomiao, who was sleepy, suddenly became unhappy. She twisted her cute little eyebrows, pouted her small mouth, and unconsciously let out a dissatisfied moan.

She twisted her small body a few times, but found that she couldn't move, and immediately started to make a big fuss, hugging Mo Ziqi's arms like a caterpillar.

Mo Ziqi didn't dare to hold it too tight, for fear of waking her up, so he loosened it up a bit. As soon as the little boy's chubby legs were free, he immediately straddled his waist, but it didn't take three seconds. The bell was taken away again, and replaced with small claws, arching from his chest to his neck.

A while of groping, itching... Mo Ziqi didn't know what she was going to do, so he had to endure it.

Then I felt that my ears were being grabbed, no, it should be said that the earlobe was being grabbed, and the little brat pinched his earlobe with his fingers, rubbing and kneading, and there was a satisfied whirring sound from his mouth...

This... what a quirk!

Mo Ziqi lowered his head, he couldn't sleep because of the little boy at night, so he could only stare at her sullenly.

Staring at it for more than a minute, the little boy in his arms didn't feel anything. Mo Ziqi's eyes were sore. He didn't know why, but suddenly he curled his lips and shook his head helplessly. He was actually competing with a sleeping cub.

The little brat was about to roll over on top of him. The chubby hand lay across his neck. He was uncomfortable sleeping, so he stretched out his hand and forcibly pulled the little brat's hand off. After thinking about it, he felt that he was still at a loss, so he stretched out his hand. With one finger, he poked her tender face three times in retaliation.

It was these three strokes... that made things go out of hand in an instant.

The little boy opened his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered, and he raised his head in a daze, and saw a face that was not gentle, but even cold. With a cruel smile, he poked her face with his hand...

Here is an explanation.

Mo Ziqi's current expression is actually not cold, and even has a bit of evil interest, because he was a little impatient with the little boy's previous actions, and now he has revenged back, feeling very comfortable in his heart, the corner of his mouth curled up. He put on a happy smile, and then the warm lamp by the bedside shone on his cold face. At first glance... Isn't it just a cold smile?

Xin Miaomiao is still just a child, and children depend on their parents. Many times they sleep in the middle of the night and open their eyes to see if their parents are by their side.

Especially Xin Miaomiao, whom Yang Rong hated to part with. She was four years old and slept with her parents. Whenever she got up, she would see Yang Rong's gentle face. But when she opened her eyes, what she saw was not her mother, but a A strange face that looked "scary".

How can she accept it?

Blink, blink again, the eyes became more and more moist, and when Mo Ziqi felt something was wrong, the little boy had already howled.