Raising Diary of the Lolita Warrior

This week.

His wife guarded him strictly, and today he finally succeeded.

Even if she stays and does nothing, it will make the wife get used to a man sleeping next to her. As long as she has the first time, she will have the opportunity to do more things in the future.

Be confident.

Charlotte continued to play games with Emile in her arms.

Straightforward.

The clock on the wall was ticking, the wife was embarrassed for a long time, and finally she could only pout and close the door.

She can't beat Charlotte. Although the mother-in-law is also a half mother, people in the devil world are very bad. What if he gets angry and beats his mother? It's just one night anyway, and she will wrap herself tightly in a quilt soon. Say nothing and let Charlotte come in tomorrow.

Get under the covers.

Wiggling, the wife took off the pajamas and pushed them out from the mouth of the quilt.

When she thought of a man sleeping next to her, her body tensed up, and an indescribable shyness surged in her body, as if she was expecting something and fearing something at the same time.

I thought about it.

She used her nightgown to build a bar across the middle.

"Charlotte, don't cross this line, we are half of each other, don't squeeze me."

That's it.

As long as he doesn't pass the line, he can't touch himself.

"it is good."

Charlotte readily agreed.

Just as the head of Nightmare finished playing, he let go of the game console and glanced back at the nightdress in the middle of the big bed.

But that's all.

My wife also said just now that she doesn't sleep well.

I can't go by myself...

If she came here by herself, there should be no problem, right?

Chapter 324 Madam, You Are Hardworking Alone

It's not yet time to turn on the air conditioner in May, the balcony is open a crack, and there is a cool breeze outside the window.

Spacious big bed.

The family of three has turned off the lights and is about to fall asleep.

Charlotte inside is the father, the wife outside is the mother, and Emile in the middle...

Also mom.

After turning off the lights, it suddenly became dark, and the room could only see the outline of the object by the moonlight.

Perhaps it was because of the obstruction of the line of sight, but the ambiguous atmosphere that was gradually getting stronger dissipated a lot. The wife was nervous for a while, but seeing that Charlotte did not mean to cross the line, her tense body relaxed slightly and regained its softness.

Anyway, he's out of line.

Nothing will happen.

So the wife wrapped up the quilt tightly, only showing her beautiful little face, her back turned to Charlotte, and her ears were pricked up to listen to their conversation.

"Charlotte, the leader is so hard to beat..."

"It's okay, as long as you don't get greedy and take your time according to the rules, the grinding will pass."

They are talking about games.

My wife also played this game, but because it was too difficult, she dropped it and played Shining Nuannuan.

Hollow Knight is too childish.

Dressing up is what a mature mother should do.

"It's still very difficult. I didn't learn it after reading it." Emile whispered softly.

"I'll teach you tomorrow."

"Okay...you were not at home this morning. I drank two bottles of Coke, ate a piece of cake, and ate the raw chocolate in the refrigerator."

"Eat so much, are you a pig?"

"You are the pig. I miss you. When I think of you, I want to eat..."

"Do you want to hear the story of the three little pigs?"

"Think, hey."

"Wait for me to make it up. Once upon a time in Osland, there were three brave and strong little pigs. The oldest one would grow bigger, the second one had the ear of the wind, and the third one was invulnerable..."

Charlotte's ability to tell stories is good. As a ruler, strength is second, and being able to fool is the most important thing.

A simple story told with twists and turns.

The wife was a little fascinated.

As a result, when talking about the battle between the second child and Pikachu, Charlotte suddenly lost his voice.

The wife was stunned for a moment, then turned around subconsciously, and saw Charlotte patting the little girl's back lightly, and Emile curled up softly in his arms, already asleep.

Emile closed her eyes, sleeping soundly.

Charlotte carefully pulled out her arms and placed the pillow under the girl's little head.

The young man lowered his eyes and quietly admired the sleeping girl. Occasionally, he stretched out his fingers to gently smooth her fallen hair, and massaged Emile's fair face.

like……

This demon king is really not bad in nature.

"Charlotte," the wife called him in a low voice, "Pikachu or the second child, who is more..."

"Shh."

Charlotte glanced at her and signaled her to be quiet.

Emile fell asleep, and he actually had no extra plans tonight, he couldn't disturb the little girl's sleep because of his messing around.

"nothing."

The wife said nonchalantly, stretched out her big white leg from under the quilt, and kicked Emile's ass.

"My daughter sleeps very soundly. When we were in the country, I accidentally squeezed her under the bed and couldn't wake up. Let's just talk normally and don't pay attention to her."

Charlotte: "..."

A mother, why is she so proficient at cheating her daughter.

Emile's childhood was really hard.

Charlotte looked at Emile, the little girl's eyelids were closed together, her eyelashes were long, her small mouth was pursed together, it was crystal clear and her breathing was steady, she really didn't intend to wake up.

So Charlotte was a little relieved, and lay flat on her back.

"The back is gone, I haven't made it up yet."

This kind of story was originally made up and thought about now, how could it have an ending, tomorrow Emile will forget everything when she wakes up, the silly little girl should not expect her to have a good memory, tomorrow the protagonist may be a Transformer.

"That's it..." The wife was a little disappointed, "Did the boss die after falling off the cliff?"

"do not know."

"Did the third child return home safely?"

"do not know."

I asked three questions, and my wife got angry.

She wrapped the quilt tightly around her body, turned back sullenly, and continued to face Charlotte with her butt.

If you don't talk, don't talk.

A mature and stable wife does not care about listening to bedtime stories.

Mom hates it.

The bedroom was quiet for a while.

Charlotte moved her eyes and looked at Emile's mother who was facing away from him. Because Xia Liang was lying on her side, Xia Liang was pressed against her soft body, and the curve was amazingly beautiful. After a few glances, he retracted his gaze and continued Looking at the ceiling.

"Madam, can you tell me about Emile's past, I want to know more about her."

"About what."

The wife twisted her body, but turned around.

Although she didn't really want to talk to Charlotte, talking about her daughter was a topic she was interested in.

"Anything, experience, silly stuff."

Charlotte rested her chin.

Night is the most emotional time for human beings, and many impulsive decisions are made at night.

It was rare that in the dead of night, Emile fell asleep again, so he could have a heart-to-heart talk with his wife at this time. The daughter is the heart and soul of his mother, and talking about Emile was also a way to bring him and his wife closer.

Hearing Charlotte say something stupid can also be said.

The wife's eyes lit up.

My daughter is a fool. She has done too many stupid things.

"The things in the past... don't seem to be much. Emile touched a sword for the first time when she was five years old. At that time, her teacher was Lian, who was also a little girl. Emile was holding the sword in her arms. It was very strenuous, the first time I swung the sword, I fell into the river with a plop, and Lian chased it for two kilometers to fish it out."

"When Emile was sick and didn't take medicine, I waited for her to fall asleep and poured it into her mouth secretly..."

"Emile was scared and cried by the ghost..."

The wife talked about Emile's dark history, and the more she talked, the happier she was, and her jewel-like blue eyes sparkled.