Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Sitting in a quiet place by the window, Song Ersui stared at the sweet mango mousse in An Cheng's hand without blinking, his saliva was about to flow out.

An Cheng knew that she was impatient, but deliberately slowed down the speed in his hand, and it took him a long time to gracefully scoop out a small piece and hand it to her mouth.

Song Le ate it in one bite, then continued to look at him eagerly, blinking, showing the expectation that he would hurry up.

Seeing this, An Cheng stopped teasing her, and fed her spoonful by spoonful in a serious manner.

Song Two-year-old ate happily, but after eating half of the mousse, An Cheng put it down, took out a tissue and wiped it gently for her, raised his eyes and said, "It's done."

...well, oh, huh?alright?Where is it?

Song Le was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes wide, stretched out his small hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes, and said softly: "Brother, I still want, I want more."

An Cheng was unmoved, and found that the paper towel would rub her tender cheeks red, so she rubbed her soft cheeks lightly with her hands and said, "Baby can't eat too much, it will hurt her stomach."

No, Song Ersui begged with his eyes: "A little more, just a little..."

An Cheng will not change the things that have been decided easily, and it is no exception to implement such a small matter.

But he didn't use a strong tone anymore, rubbed her ears and said, "Be good, baby, be obedient."

In the end, Song Le could only abandon the half of the mango mousse sullenly and leave.

In the evening, the nanny helped her take a bath and put on a new set of pajamas, a pink and fluffy rabbit, with two long and soft rabbit ears behind her, two small sleeves and trousers, each with a cute carrot pattern.

An Cheng, who just finished taking a shower, went downstairs and saw her stepping on pure white fur slippers, wearing the pajamas he picked out during the day, and running out of the misty bathroom to him with bright eyes, he couldn't help but feel better. a bit.

Holding her in his arms, a warm fragrance followed. There was no coldness on An Cheng's face, it was full of soft smiles, he couldn't help biting her soft cheek, and lightly bite.

Song Two-year-old was playing quackingly with a little yellow duck when he was bitten suddenly, his face was full of bewilderment, after he realized it, he whispered: "How can my brother bite..."

Then he also hugged An Cheng's neck in a similar way, trying to slobber him in return, but because An Cheng smiled and avoided it, it became barely brushed.

An Cheng was slightly taken aback, there was still that soft aftertaste on his cheeks.

Back in the room, An Cheng put her on the bed, let her play by herself, and then started to solve the problems.

Song Le watched him go to the desk, and lay quietly on the bed to read the album.

But on the other side, An Cheng has a headache - he can't calm down, he always wants to see what the little guy is doing.

After refraining from writing a few pages, An Cheng couldn't bear it anymore, put down his pen, turned off the desk lamp, and walked to the bedside.

The little guy was already fast asleep, and the picture book next to her head was still open. Her limp little hands were resting on the pages of the book, and one side of her cheek was pressed down, forcing her lips to open slightly, with a slight tendency to drool. Cute and innocent.

An Cheng didn't feel disgusted or disliked at all, instead he was full of tenderness, put away the album, carefully adjusted her sleeping position by holding her, he fell into bed, rubbed her soft cheek with the back of his hand, and softened the corners of his lips.

But thinking of her increasing influence over him, An Cheng couldn't help being a little troubled.

Is this what it should be... Isn't it better to keep a little distance?

An Cheng who came up with this thought cast her eyes on the face of the sleeping little guy, her hands were still holding on to his clothes, keeping a distance, it was impossible, An Cheng's lips touched her forehead uncontrollably, her eyes Guang was helpless, and said softly: "Baby, be good, I will always treat you well."