President, madam calls you for divorce

Having made up his mind, Wen Feixing found a small corner in the living room and sat down.

The light in the living room was still bright, but Wen Feixing didn't intend to turn it off at all. Lying on the large sofa, Wen Feixing turned over slightly.

But this time, he hit the cushion of the sofa. Although the sofa was not small, it was still a little too small compared to Wen Feixing's height of 1.8 meters.

But being able to lie here, Wen Feixing's heart is already very satisfied, and the next thing is tomorrow morning.

Wen Feixing's heart was filled with excitement at the thought of seeing the two babies at that time, which made him unable to sleep even more.

With his hands under his head, he stared at the light for a long time. Wen Feixing's eyes were slightly dry and astringent, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the two babies would appear in front of his eyes.

Wen Feixing's heart of wanting to sleep was thrown out of the sky again, he had no choice but to open his eyes again.

But after watching for a long time, just as he was about to close his eyes, the two babies would reappear. After repeating this several times, Wen Feixing slowly fell asleep.

The next day, Wen Feixing felt his face was wet and slippery, so he subconsciously reached out and touched it.

But at this moment, he felt a fat little hand, which was not big but very soft and a little slippery.

Wen Feixing clenched his little hand tightly, and then he heard An Yihuai's sharp cry.

"What are you going to do?"

Wen Feixing was a little helpless, he didn't want to open his eyes at all at the moment, God knows what time he fell asleep last night, and his brain is still not clear right now.

But in this situation, he seems to have no choice but to open his eyes.

In desperation, Wen Feixing slowly opened his eyes, looked at An Yihuai in front of him, and saw that the little guy was still holding a pen in his hand, and under the action of his big hand, the pen had gradually slipped down.

No need to think about what this little thing did to his face.

Wen Feixing was about to get up, but found himself covered with a thick blanket.

This thing is definitely not the masterpiece of a little guy like An Yihuai, after all, this brat will only play tricks secretly to embarrass himself.

After thinking about it, did An Yiqing have such great strength?The answer to that matter is ready to come out at this moment.

Thinking of An Yuanyuan's angry words last night, but she still cared about herself. Holding the blanket, Wen Feixing had a smile on his face, and when he looked at An Yihuai, there was still a smile on his face. Easy smile.

Just like that, Wen Feixing hugged An Yihuai into his arms, and then pinched An Yihuai's round and smooth face with his hands.

The touch of this little guy's pinch is really good.

Originally, Wen Feixing just wanted to pinch his face as a punishment, but now the good touch made Wen Feixing's heart soar, and he wanted to let go, but Wen Feixing was a little bit more reluctant.

His subordinates kept kneading An Yihuai's face vigorously. Looking at this little guy's face, it was round and flat for a while, and his expression changed due to anger, Wen Feixing wanted to laugh even more.

But at this moment, An Yihuai couldn't bear the disturbance even more, and struggled in Wen Feixing's arms.

He never thought that one day he would be hugged by Wen Feixing like this, which made him a little embarrassed, and seeing Wen Feixing teasing him like a little pet, An Yihuai became even more unhappy.

And Wen Feixing naturally discovered An Yihuai's uncooperative thoughtfulness, picked up the dropped pen, and began to draw on An Yihuai's face.

Originally, this was to tease Wen Feixing, but An Yihuai never expected that Wen Feixing would use the same method to deal with him.

This is terrible, if Mommy sees her like this, she doesn't know how she will laugh, and she won't lose her face when she goes out like this.

Thinking of An Yihuai hitting left and right twice, he just wanted to escape.

But An Yihuai was tightly imprisoned by Wen Feixing, allowing him to run amok, his little face has been painted with inexplicable patterns by Wen Feixing's strokes.

Thinking that this could not be washed away, the expression on An Yihuai's face became broken.

In order not to lose his face even more, An Yihuai launched a forceful resistance.

But no matter how much he resisted, Wen Feixing would imprison him tightly.

The father and son came and went, but there was quite a commotion.

An Yiqing and An Yuanyuan who heard the voice over there walked out of the room respectively.

The movements of the mother and daughter should not be too consistent. Both of them rubbed their squinted eyes with their right hands. When they watched the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but really grow up.

After that, the mother and daughter stood at the door, laughing loudly. This cheerful laughter finally made the father and son stop.

The two of them looked at An Yuanyuan and then at An Yiqing, and saw that the two of them were laughing almost out of shape, rubbing their stomachs frantically, and even bent over laughing.

Is this scene that funny?

Wen Feixing and An Yihuai had black lines on their faces, and their playful actions just now stopped.

When the father and son looked at the mother and daughter, their faces became more helpless. From a distance, their movements became more and more similar.

An Yuanyuan never thought that An Yihuai and Wen Feixing had almost never lived together, and their expressions and actions would be so similar.

Could it be that this is the power of blood and kinship, this recognition made An Yuanyu stop laughing.

Seeing that An Yuan was frowning, she purposely put on a hard face, but she still hugged An Yiqing who was laughing wildly, and then walked to the father and son, "What are you two doing?"

"Are you two going to a masquerade? Why don't you invite me to join you?"

An Yiqing hugged An Yuanyuan's neck, turned her head to look at Wen Feixing and An Yihuai, and said with a smile.

Although her words were soft and soft, as if she was a little more relaxed, Wen Feixing and An Yihuai could hear the meaning of her adjustable smile.

Both of them had helpless expressions on their faces, and then turned their heads to one side. This movement can be described as uniform.

An Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel even more emotional, the father and son usually don't think it's anything to be noisy, but watching the two of them subconsciously act together, they are really carved out of the same mold.

This scene made An Yuanyuan's heart skip a beat, but she quickly adjusted her emotions.

After all, it is impossible for Wen Feixing to know the truth of the matter, and she doesn't need to say anything more right now, she just holds An Yiqing in one hand and points to the bathroom with a little bit of anger on her face.

"You two haven't washed up yet, what are you doing?"

After being yelled at by An Yuanyao, Wen Feixing and An Yihuai didn't dare to say more, they quickly jumped off the sofa, and then rushed into the bathroom at a fast speed, ready to wash off the patterns on their faces.

However, although the two moved very quickly, they couldn't help laughing when they looked at themselves in the mirror.

Just like that, bursts of cheerful laughter came from the entire bathroom, but the mother and daughter in the room were still confused.