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"Shen Mochen, I want to move into Longmen Yaju together with Yan Yan. What do you think?" Shui Miaomiao asked.

She was originally planning to move. First, she didn’t want Shen Mochen to see Yanyan. Second, she didn’t want Ye Lingyi to come to see her again. Now, Shen Mochen had already seen Yanyan, so she didn’t need to hide from him. It's better to move to him.

Shen Mochen nodded, it was good for her to think so.

Shen Mochen's mind outlined a picture of a family eating, chatting, and watching TV. He was warm in his heart and said, "I'll let someone move you to help you move today."

"Okay." Shui Miaomiao raised a bright smile, and it seemed to think of something. His face was flushed, and he said embarrassedly: "Shen Mochen, Yan Yan is still small, we should pay attention to him in front of him, otherwise Teach bad kids."

Shen Mochen chuckled, "Let him learn early and it is also our duty as parents to do. Starting from the baby, he will find a girlfriend later, you don't have to worry, right?"

Hey.

Shui Miaomiao remembered Yan Yan's classic, with a weird expression on his face, "Can I say, I am not worried that he has no girlfriend, I am worried that he has too many girlfriends in the future?"

Shen Mochen: "..."

"Hehe." Shui Miaomiao looked at Shen Mochen's speechless expression and smiled, "I won't tell you, I wash my face."

Shui Miaomiao stood in the middle, and the whole person occupied the center of the mirror. She took out the facial cleanser she brought yesterday from the cabinet, squeezed it, rubbed her face, and the whole face was white foam.

There was a pair of **** eyes.

Shen Mochen felt that her face rubbing was pretty cute, her face was white, and now it really looked like a little rabbit.

Shui Miaomiao looked at Shen Mochen and looked at her, thinking to herself, did she dominate the mirror and made her owner unhappy?

Shui Miaomiao moved away a little, grinned at Shen Mochen, handed her her facial cleanser, and asked, "You want to use it? You're welcome, go to oil."

"Wash your face." Shen Mochen said domineeringly, took her facial cleanser, opened the cabinet next to the mirror, and put it in.

"Oh." Shui Miaomiao bowed her head and washed her face with clean water. She saw Shen Mochen still standing beside him and looked at him carefully. He took his comb carefully and asked, "Can I use your comb to comb my hair?"

"Don't you comb my hair too far before? Have you asked me?" Shen Mochen asked.

"Oh." She combed her hair and knotted her hair, pulling it on her scalp and hurting.

Shen Mochen looked at her face all wrinkled together, "I'll come."

"No. My hair is too long, and I often knot it. When I'm empty, I cut it off." Shui Miaomiao said disgustedly.

"That's why you often sleep under the quilt before tying it." Shen Mochen said.

Shui Miaomiao paused, he was the truth. It seemed that every time her hair was knotted, it was the result of sleeping on the quilt.

How could Shen Mochen know?

Shui Miaomiao had a sour and astringent feeling in her heart, was it told by other women?

Shen Mochen lowered her head and reached out to untie her hair.

His fingers occasionally touched her scalp, crisp and numb. Very comfortable.

When Shen Mochen was tender, he was really able to get into people's bones.

Shui Miaomiao was in a trance, and when her thoughts were not concentrated, he took the comb in her hand and combed her along her scalp.

He was the first man to help her comb her hair, his hair sliding down his fingertips.