Zhou Dumb

After the four of them had dinner in the evening, the third child was driven into the room to do homework, and the fourth girl sat between the two of them watching the bears come and go, looking at the elder brother who was trying to control himself from giggling on the left, and typing on his mobile phone on the right Brother Wen is not even interested in the bald Qiang who he wanted to fight the most before.

The child went to bed early, his eyelids fought several times, and he shook his head while holding on. He stepped on the sofa with his bare feet, shook his little skirt, and stepped on Brother Wen's thigh, standing on Wen Xizhi's spread legs In the middle, he pressed his little paw on his face with a snap, and asked while pressing, "Brother Wen, Si Yazi is going to sleep, why don't you go home?"

Wen Xizhi was afraid that she would fall, so he gently supported the child's waist, and said with a smile: "Brother Wen will live with you if you don't go back, okay?"

The fourth girl grabbed the pigtails, looked around the room, her eyes stayed on Zhou Menglai, and she whispered in Wen Xizhi's ear as if whispering: "Okay, okay, but I want my elder brother to agree. The girl said no." Calculate!"

Wen Xizhi touched Zhou Menglai with his foot, imitating Si Yazi's tone and asked: "My good brother, do you agree?"

Zhou Menglai stretched out his foot and kicked away the pig's trotter that was deliberately rubbing on his calf, got up, picked up Si Yazi, and ran to the bedroom.

Ever since the two expressed their mutual affection, Wen Xizhi entered the room shamelessly, and left a few sets of clothes here, which seems to have been premeditated.

Zhou Menglai had just finished coaxing Si Yazi to sleep, when he came out, he saw the body just out of the bath with only a towel around his lower body, his face was reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hey baby, get me a new pair of panties, I didn't have a change."

Zhou Menglai didn't know where to put his eyes, and gestured nervously: "There are no new ones, why don't you wear underwear?"

"I didn't know I was going to sleep here before. I'll buy a few tomorrow, or you can wear it, or..." Wen Xizhi approached Zhou Meng with his steaming body, and said in a low voice, "You prefer me not to wear it at night." ?”

With red smoke coming from his head, Zhou Meng went back to the bedroom almost on the same hands and feet, took out a pair of relatively new underwear, and handed it to him.

"Then I'll go to bed first, you... Come to bed early?"

The stimulated Zhou Menglai's reflex arc was too long, and by the time he realized it, Wen Xizhi was already lying on the bed in the study room, with the door still wide open...

ten o'clock.

Eleven o'clock.

twelve o'clock...

The former president, who pretended not to care much, looked and looked at the door of the study, but he didn't wait for his sweetheart to come, so he finally couldn't bear it anymore, got out of bed and went to arrest him himself.

Not in the hall, not in the kitchen, the corridor leading from the study to the bedroom was on, Wen Xizhi gently pushed open the bedroom door, and tiptoed in through the dim light of the corridor.

The sweetheart is hugging Si Yazi, and the third child is sleeping on both sides, one on the left and the other on the right, and the sleeping face is sweet and pleasant.

The impatience that the former chairman had accumulated for a long time suddenly extinguished, and he looked helplessly at the big boy in front of him, took a sip on his lips, and left lightly, closing the door behind him.

Ah, the first night of living together, sleeping alone.

Early the next morning, Zhou Menglai woke up earlier than usual, and sneaked up into the kitchen to make breakfast, trying to sneak away before someone woke up.

Unexpectedly, Dao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall. He is concentrating on frying eggs in the kitchen, and suddenly a hard wall of flesh is stuck behind him, so frightened that he almost throws away the shovel!

"Wake up so early? Did you sleep well last night? En?"

demon!This man must be a devil!Get your claws out of my clothes!

Zhou Menglai blushed angrily and grabbed the hand that lifted the corner of his clothes, turned around and threw the shovel to the meat wall, motioning him to take over the breakfast.

With the beauty in hand, flushed face, and loose pajamas, there is no reason to let go.

The shovel was thrown into the pot, and the shy future boyfriend was dragged to give a deep good morning kiss.

Si Yazi rubbed her eyes, came out of the master bedroom with sleepy eyes, pouted her lips twice, no one answered, and dragged her short legs into the kitchen lazily, looking at the four long legs in front of her, as if from a dream Called "Brother!"

The two who were still glued to each other separated at the speed of light, one of them was holding the refrigerator in a disguised way, the other hurriedly turned around and looked at the younger sister next to her legs, only to hear the little light bulb say: "What are you doing, it's a mess."

Only then did the two of them pay attention to the eggs fried in the pan, and sure enough, the sides were already mushy. Si Yazi's nose is really good...

Wen Xizhi made four fried eggs again, and Zhou Menglai took the children to wash up.

In the middle of brushing her teeth, Si Yazi realized that she was spitting out bubbles and asked, "Why is Brother Wen here?"

It just so happened that the third child also got up at this time. He also looked at a loss when he heard this, and pointed to his elder brother's lips and asked, "Brother, did you eat chili in the morning?"

So Wen Xizhi received three unexplained gazes while having breakfast, one of which was from his wife's slightly angry gaze, which he automatically filtered into the warm and focused gaze of the other party.

Make breakfast together in the morning, send the children to school, spend time with each other at noon, and sleep in the same room at night.

The two of them lived together like this, cohabiting together all day long, talking about their future boyfriends, and then shutting up and doing what young couples love to do in the next second.

It’s just that there are two children in the family, and the two of them always pay attention to their proportions. The itchy former chairman has been staying alone in the empty room, contracting a huge double bed in the crowded study like a little daughter-in-law.

Ah, when will I be able to sleep with my soft and fragrant daughter-in-law in my arms!

Wen Xizhi was paralyzed on the bed in a large shape, staring at the ceiling powerlessly.

Christmas Eve is approaching in a blink of an eye. Although it is a holiday for Westerners, there are many people in the younger generation who like this kind of holiday.

Zhou Menglai has been busy preparing for the exam for the past few days. Wen Xizhi bought a Christmas tree with presents hanging on it and put it at home.

Then he slipped into the study and closed the door.

Zhou Menglai was rubbing his eyes. He always felt that he was nearsighted recently. The orders in the game kept going, and there were still exams to review at the end of the semester. The pressure of the course was also high, and his eyes were full of tiredness.

Before he finished kneading, his hand was grabbed and he was forced to put it down.

There was a limp strength from the shoulder and neck, and he massaged and held it skillfully, and lightly reprimanded him not to rub it.

Those hands seemed to have magical powers, and the numbness spread from the fingers to all parts of the body, and then flowed through the heart veins, pouring into the heart, like a warm current in winter, which surprised and saddened Zhou Menglai.

Have you ever practiced?massage.

Zhou Meng came to ask him.

"I helped my mother press it when I was a child, but I haven't practiced it for a long time, and I'm rusty."

Zhou Menglai raised his eyebrows and asked for his childhood photos to see if he was the legendary good baby.

Wen Xizhi smiled and said,

"Okay, I'll go home with you some other day and I'll show you my dad and... my mom."

On the night of Christmas Eve, Zhou Menglai dreamed of a person. He couldn't see his features clearly, but he only remembered that person with long hair and rose lips, gentle and beautiful, stroking his head, and the warm touch from his palm was real and familiar.

He woke up in the caress of the sun and opened his eyes in the kiss of his lover.

I seem to see you in a dream, but it's not like you.

"It doesn't matter if it's me in the dream, as long as you know that the person you see when you wake up is me, that's enough."

The author has something to say: I know this chapter may be a little strange.

I really can't help but want to end, but there are still a few small foreshadowings and necessary plots that have not been finished

Pippi, fake end.