Pastel Colors

Do such low-level things. "Mr. He picked up Songran, stabilized his waist, and stepped forward again, "You keep guessing, whenever you guess right, I will let you go." "

Songran guessed all night, and also yelled all night, his voice became hoarse, and his tears dried up.

He swore that he would never draw pornographic comics again in his life.

[Special episode 887] Day[-] (Mr. S opened another mooncake shop in a blink of an eye)

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and Song Ran decided to bake mooncakes at home lively.

Mr. He said it was difficult to understand. He applied to change the family event for two reasons: first, he was more used to eating mooncakes bought from outside; second, he preferred Soviet-style salt and pepper flavors to Cantonese-style mooncakes.

Su-style salt and pepper?

Song Ran satirized and denounced it as an anti-human cult than salty soy milk and sweet bean curd, and ruthlessly rejected Mr. He's application, and replied: Individual aliens in the family should respect the opinions of the mainstream (that is, Bubu and Songran) Therefore, the taste of choosing moon cakes should also be improved.

It made Mr. He quite depressed.

On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mr. He and Bubu sat at the dining table facing each other after brushing their teeth and washing their faces, waiting for breakfast.

Songran tied a small napkin for Bubu, brought a bowl of spinach and pork liver porridge, and half a soft-boiled egg, handed the small spoon to the child, then walked slowly into the kitchen, dawdled for a long time, and brought out a The small saucer was placed in front of Mr. He.

Inside was a Soviet-style salt-and-pretzel mooncake with a bit of it bitten off.

"This kind of loose meringue, bite off a table of scum, what's so delicious!"

Song Ran wiped the corners of his lips in disgust, licked off the meringue remaining on his fingertips, turned his head to go back to the kitchen, He Zhiyuan grabbed his apron: "My porridge."

"Mr. He doesn't have porridge today." Song Ran swiftly shook his apron, shaking He Zhiyuan's hands off, "Hmph, pair it with salt and pepper mooncakes, so my porridge won't be insulted like this."

Then he hummed an out-of-key tune and went to serve himself porridge.

Seeing this, Bubu quickly stretched out his arms and handed over a spoon: "Here, eat quickly!"

Mr. He was even more depressed after eating his son's cheap food.

At 09:30 in the morning, the family finished breakfast and began to make preparations in front of the door.

Today, I will go to the botanical garden to enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus, and then go to the supermarket to buy ingredients for DIY mooncakes.Bubu was as happy as a husky, happily running back to the room to change clothes.

Song Ran added dry food to the two cats, and stood in front of the sink to wash and brush.

He Zhiyuan came out after changing his shirt, hugged him affectionately from behind, put his hands in along the string of his apron, and fumbled restlessly at his waist: "Song Ran, I think you've been a little out of temper recently... …pregnant?"

Song Ran bumped him hard with her elbow: "You're just pregnant!"

He Zhiyuan then asked with a smile: "Then why do you have to bake mooncakes yourself? Mooncakes are obviously everywhere in supermarkets."

"G movies are everywhere, why didn't you let me go with your lofty awareness?" Songran held the steel wool ball in his hand and scrubbed the dishes vigorously, "This is a parent-child activity!"

"Oh, parent-child activities, I really can't see that we are so open..."

He Zhiyuan intentionally misinterpreted what he meant, and repeated it meaningfully. His hands moved lower and lower, almost approaching the crotch area.

Song Ran was embarrassed, and slapped it through the apron: "I mean baked mooncakes, not eating wontons!"

When He Zhiyuan heard this, he leaned on his shoulder and laughed sullenly.

Song Ran blushed slightly: "Well...be more reserved in the future, don't always say that you want to eat wontons in front of Bubu, he is still young and still doesn't understand, what if he understands one day? You like this... ...It's too shameless!"

"That makes sense." He Zhiyuan nodded in agreement, "From now on, let's talk about baking mooncakes."

"You are enough!"

Song Ran stepped on him angrily.

The big white silkworm cocoon passed by the kitchen door with a row of blue lights flashing. It happened to capture this scene and made a beeping sound, adding a thousand points to Songran.

In the afternoon they came back from the supermarket with a full load. The silver-gray Infiniti drove into the umbrella parking space, Song Ran jumped off the passenger seat, and carried Boubo out of the child seat. He Zhiyuan walked around to the back and took out two big bags from the trunk. food.Songran took a bag tacitly, took out a box of mooncake molds and handed it to Bubu.

Everyone in the family of three had something to take, and happily went upstairs to make mooncakes.

He Zhiyuan was on the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, but there was still some work to be done at the SwordArc headquarters, so he applied for a 10-minute do-not-disturb working time.Songran approved, and led Bubu to guard the kitchen, knead the dough, mix the oil, melt the sugar, and prepare for the mooncake baking.The two lazy cats had nothing to do, curled up in the sun in a Tai Chi gossip shape.

"Oh, it's stuck, it's stuck!"

In the kitchen, Bubu stretched out his small hand towards Songran, spread his five fingers, and there were a few sticky noodles hanging between his fingers.

Song Ran rinsed him off, wiped off the flour on his cheeks, took out a pair of thin plastic gloves and put them on for him before letting him go back to kneading the dough.

Bubu regards kneading the dough as a game, kneading it, and pinching out a rabbit ear, kneading it again, pinching out another rabbit ear. After 5 minutes, the dough turned into a hedgehog.

Song Ran couldn't help asking: "Boob, what is this?"

"Rabbit mooncakes!" Bubu replied, "There are many, many rabbits, a big litter, but only the ears are exposed!"

Song Ran was amused by his childish words, and did not correct him, but let him knead and knead randomly, while he stood by the counter and mixed the lotus seed paste.After adjusting it for a while, he glanced at the cooking clock and said to Boob, "Go tell Dad, there are 5 minutes left at work."

"Oh!" Boo Boo ran out and came back, "Daddy said 'hmm'!"

Ok?

Then it will definitely time out.

Song Ran knows the black history of the workaholic Mr. He like the back of his hand. As long as this person answers "Yes", it means that he didn't listen to him at all.So he waited for the minute hand to move five notches forward, put down the mixing spoon, and walked to the living room—Mr. He was still concentrating on working on his notebook, completely oblivious to the passage of time.

"Zhiyuan, your time is up." Song Ran urged him across the coffee table, "Boob should wait."

"Coming soon."

He Zhiyuan didn't look up, he continued to tap the keyboard with his right hand, and showed him four fingers with his left hand - it only took 4 minutes.

Song Ran walked around the coffee table, bent down, took his hand, and pressed his fingers back one by one.

"No, not even for a minute." He was firm, "Twenty-ten minutes, it's two-and-ten minutes. If you procrastinate, you will clean up the kitchen tonight. You won't be able to eat the mooncakes made by Bubu himself, and you won't be allowed to go to bed. Sleeping, and no small wontons to eat."

When he said this, he was wearing a red chipmunk apron. He Zhiyuan looked up and saw that his whole body was hot, and the charming thoughts in his mind instantly came alive. He couldn't hold it back, and immediately clasped Song Ran's wrist With a tug, he turned sideways and pressed the person onto the sofa.

Song Ran was taken aback.

There were still flour and egg liquid on his hands, and he didn't dare to stain He Zhiyuan's expensive shirt, so he barely pushed it with his elbow, but was kissed on the wrist.He hurriedly retracted his hands, staring at He Zhiyuan nervously: "What are you doing? Boo Boo is still in the kitchen."

"I'll ask you a question, and you'll be free after answering it." He Zhiyuan has never liked to make things difficult for others, "I always feel that you have been very arrogant and lawless recently, and you are against me in everything. What's wrong, did you eat explosives?"

Song Ran blinked and said with a smile, "I did it on purpose."

He Zhiyuan: "Why?"

"Anyway, no matter how good you are during the day, you can't avoid being tossed about by you at night. It's better to be a little bit more arrogant." Song Ran replied openly and frankly, "You are arrogant at night, so I have to be arrogant during the day."

When Mr. He heard it, his self-esteem was severely hit: "Toss? My skills are so poor?"

"It's not that the skills are poor..." Song Ran's ears turned red suddenly, and he whispered: "How can I say about your skills... I, I also have dignity, I don't want to be fucked out every night, you Take it easy, okay?"

Mr. He received the supreme praise and was in a happy mood. He stretched out his hand and patted his upturned buttocks, and said with a fond smile, "Okay, I promise I won't make you dizzy tonight."

Under the urging of Song Ran, Mr. He temporarily put aside his work and joined the mooncake team as the main DPS, which led to a rapid advancement of the dungeon, and quickly conquered a series of levels such as dough kneading, stuffing, wrapping, molding, baking, etc.

After a long wait of 10 minutes, Mr. He personally took out a plate of mooncakes with lotus seed paste and egg yolk from the oven. There were six mooncakes in total.

Bubu drools down three thousand feet, and Songran quickly grabs a tissue for him to wrap around.

The homemade mooncakes are really different from the coquettish cheap ones outside. They taste fresh and soft. In the morning, Songran deliberately picked up some broken osmanthus in the botanical garden, sprinkled them into the egg yolk filling, and bit them down to leave a fragrance on the lips and teeth.Bubu had been busy all afternoon, he was so hungry that he gnawed a mouthful of egg yolk, and burped his belly violently. Every time he burped, he would laugh out loud. Song Ran was afraid that he would choke his throat, so he insisted on giving it to him. Irrigation down.

That night, Bubu was obviously over-excited, after eating the mooncakes, he continued to act like a baby to He Zhiyuan, asking him to accompany him in the paper-made car, and after the ride was done, he would push it around the room at lightning speed.Later when He Zhiyuan went to the study to deal with work, he grabbed the cat-teasing stick, and while provoking Budaidai and Budoudou to fight, he squatted by the side to watch the battle, cheering for whoever lost the wind.

At ten o'clock, Songran put away the scattered toys and went to take a bath with Bobu. After finally washing, drying, and putting her to bed, she was pestered to tell two fairy tales.When he finished his mission and returned to the bedroom, Mr. He had already showered and was wearing a silk nightgown. He was leaning against the bedside and flipping through magazines leisurely. When he saw him coming in, the corners of his lips curled up happily.

As soon as he saw He Zhiyuan's fiery eyes, Songran knew that he had to sell wontons again tonight, and immediately tightened his ass - seven days a week, [-] hours a day, the oiran was not as dedicated as he was.

There's no way, who made him like He Zhiyuan more than anyone else, so much that he couldn't even say no.

Thinking of Jun's chrysanthemums itching, seeing Jun's chrysanthemums blooming, what kind of morals do you talk about.

Song Ran was extremely ashamed, pointing to the bathroom and asked: "Today, um, that... what kind of smell do you want?"

He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Rose."

"it is good."

Songran's cheeks were flushed, he picked up the bath towel and went into the bathroom, rinsed the water over and over again to get rid of the oily smell left on his body, and after washing, he took out a bottle of rose essential oil and a few small tools from the closet, and carefully Lubricated and stretched myself.Half an hour later, he opened the door and came out, and He Zhiyuan had disappeared, and a bright red apron was impressively placed on the big bed.

Attached is a note: Come to the kitchen.

isn't it?

Naked... naked apron play? !So perverted?

Song Ran collapsed and threw herself on the bed, grabbed the apron and wailed—forget about sexy clothes, but this, this is the home style he has been wearing for several months!There is also a cute chipmunk drawn on it, as serious as it is serious, as good as it is good, it is used for fun tonight, it is so awkward.

He looked left and right, and struggled for a long time but didn't have the face to wear it. Later, he thought that He Zhiyuan was still outside, and he might soften if he waited for a long time, so he made up his mind and put on it with a serious expression on his face.

Songran went into battle in a vacuum, her whole body was exposed, and the twill fabric of the apron was not soft, and the nipples became hard when she rubbed them casually, and they swelled into two small red beans full of eroticism, and the crotch was obviously bulging, not even at all .

He opened the door, barefooted, clutching the heels of his legs, and slipped out like a thief.

The living room, dining room, and kitchen were all dark without a single light on.

In order for him to retain a sense of security hiding in the dark, He Zhiyuan thoughtfully turned off all the lighting equipment, even the 24-hour Xiao Q also cut off the power, and he was wronged on the wall in the corner of the living room.

Song Ran felt the love of being cherished, and immediately turned against him, and stopped scolding He Zhiyuan for being a pervert.

He touched the wall and walked forward step by step, quietly passed the child's door, and then quietly walked through the corridor of the living room. As he walked, his cheeks became hotter and hotter—the tie of this apron was very long, and it was still tight. Most of it hangs down, and as soon as he walks, the tail will sway, constantly touching his sensitive waist and gluteal cleft.

It's so itchy, I must cut it off tomorrow!

He swears red-faced.

When Song Ran arrived at the kitchen, He Zhiyuan was leaning against the counter and waiting for him.

City S is a city that never sleeps. Thousands of ever-bright neon lights turn into a flowing Milky Way, refracted repeatedly in the midnight sky, covering a large area of ​​magnificent dark red.There are mottled lights floating outside the window, the light is half-bright and half-dark, illuminating the sexy silhouette of the man.

He has broad shoulders, a strong chest, and eight well-defined abdominal muscles, which are being scaled seductively with the sound of steady breathing.He lowered his head, his eyes and expression were hidden in the shadows, and Song Ran couldn't see clearly, but the fierce and angry shape of the genitals outlined by the pure cotton underwear made Song Ran feel great oppression and a strong thirst.

How much you fear pain is how much you yearn for love.

This man... is always the vortex at the center of his lust.

Song Ran has always been unwilling to admit that no matter how presumptuous and daring he is during the day, when he sees each other naked at night, his small heart will force him to turn into a grain of sand and bow down to his god.

How to describe his dependence on He Zhiyuan?

Probably as long as He Zhiyuan gave an order, he would walk over on his knees irresistibly, like a coquettish kitten, worshiping those legs with his cheeks and lips, then raised his head, obsessively and reverently, begging him to lower his bones. pity.

What He Zhiyuan is to him is better than the sky is to a sparrow with broken wings.

Song Ran looked at the tall man in front of him, his breathing gradually became disordered, his lower abdomen was hot, and his sex was about to explode, so that he was pressed against the door with his hands behind his back for three seconds before he realized that He Zhiyuan had already attacked him.

So urgent.

Anxiety is reassuring, and she is willing to indulge all animal desires that originate from love.

Song Ran obediently closed his eyes, stood close to the door, felt He Zhiyuan's hot breath approaching from behind quickly, pounced on his earlobe, held it with his teeth, passionately pecked for a moment, then lingered to the back of his neck, along the The fragile spine kissed all the way down.

An inch, an inch lower.

He Zhiyuan kissed very intensely, and when his lips and teeth touched the skin, there would always be a clear wet sound.When the kiss reached his waist, he suddenly knelt down on one knee behind Songran.

"You...you don't..."

Song Ran imagined that unbelievable scene, and almost couldn't breathe.

The front is still autumn night, and the rear has become the scorching summer heat.The heat wave surged and swept over him, he began to sweat profusely, his full penis rubbed against the rough cloth, it was painful, but a drop of shame spilled out.

The sensitive zone on the back has always been Songran's Achilles' heel, like a splash of fresh blood, it instantly awakens the beast in the body that feeds on lust.He was trembling violently, his teeth were clenched more and more, and his body tried to move towards the door, touching a few cold tiles, but he couldn't lower his burning body temperature.

The man stayed on the side of his waist for a moment, then licked up his spine at an extremely slow speed, comparable to torture.

Song Ran couldn't take it anymore: "Don't, don't lick it, you are like this... ah... it's better to go straight..."

"You think I don't want to go straight to it?!" He Zhiyuan tightened his waist tightly, put it close to his ear, and bit down hard, "If you're one step late, I'm going to play rape instead."

rape?

Songran's eyes deepened, and his five fingers gradually clenched in the dark.

In the next second, he suddenly exerted force and hit his elbow backwards, forcing the unprepared He Zhiyuan to take half a step back. on the fridge.

He Zhiyuan: "...Song Ran?"

"do not move."

He smiled slyly, raised his head and kissed He Zhiyuan's lips, then knelt down under the astonished gaze of the other party, took off the pure cotton underwear, let the bloody red thick long penis hit his face, and opened his mouth He stopped, skillfully licked the wet shaft, and sucked it into the depths of his mouth.

"Uh……"

The unexpected pleasure came both violently and gently, and He Zhiyuan gradually relaxed, panted in satisfaction, stretched out his hand, stroked Songran's hair and cheek in the dark, and asked hoarsely: "What's wrong? Get up and do this for me."

Song Ran shook his head, didn't speak, but sucked his penis deeper.

He clenched his mouth tightly, wrapped his soft tongue around the stem body and fiddled with it repeatedly, and occasionally the stem head penetrated too deeply, so he swallowed deliberately, letting his throat squeeze the sensitive tender meat at the top.Every time at this time, He Zhiyuan would gasp, and then his taste buds would taste a more fishy masculine scent.

Song Ran was almost intoxicated by this sexy out-of-control voice.

After a while, he spat out most of the wet penis, sucked the tip reluctantly, and said with a smile, "Rape is what goes against your will. I'm already like this, why are you raping me?"

He Zhiyuan was too shocked to speak, but in the next second, Song Ran did something even more shocking - he slammed down the ice button on the refrigerator door, and waited for the ice outlet to smash out a pile of broken pieces. Bing, grabbed a handful of it and stuffed it into his mouth, quickly sucking the genitals around his lips.

"Hold!"

He Zhiyuan couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

Ice cubes are a physical stimulus, while Song Ran's boldness is a psychological stimulus. When the two stimuli were used together, He Zhiyuan's calmness seemed to be thrown into an ice crusher, and it was smashed into pieces.

About 2 minutes later, his breathing was unsteady, his chin was raised, and the back of his head was pressed against the refrigerator door. While panting heavily, he rubbed Songran's hair and tried his best to restrain the desire to pierce his waist and go deep into his throat. .

"A little deeper...a little deeper...Okay, very good..."

After a while, Songran heard the rapid breathing above his head, and just wanted to suck in deeper, but was pushed away by an uncontrollable force.

He sat down on the ground in embarrassment, seeing a large stream of semen splashing out in front of his eyes, staining the red apron in front of him.

He Zhiyuan ejaculated a lot this time, and his apron was covered with spots of turbid liquid.Song Ran looked down for a while, then looked up at him, her face was flushed, and the corners of her eyes were stained with clear water.

"Zhiyuan, me, can I..."

He sat on the ground, separated his legs hesitantly, put his hands under the apron, and held the sexual device that had been up for a long time, and began to fiddle with himself eagerly, sometimes letting out one or two unbearable groans.

Even without touching, as long as he can see this man, he can cum without regret.

He Zhiyuan was about to be driven crazy by his appearance, he bent down and lifted him up, dragged him into the dining room, pressed him firmly in front of the three-meter-high French window, and masturbated him himself.

They live on the twelfth floor, with a wide field of vision, and they can see the high hanging full moon as soon as they look up.

On the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the light is bright and clean, like a layer of milk pouring down.

Songran's facial features were very clearly illuminated by the moonlight, including red ears, biting lips, sweaty nose tip, and lustful eyes.Even at such a moment when he is completely captured by desire, he is always as clean as a big boy.

He Zhiyuan stared at his passionate lover, turned his face, and printed a series of crushed kisses on the sweaty cheeks.

Song Ran, you probably don't believe it, but I also have a love that is not inferior to yours.

I love the haze you have carried in the past, love the light you will bathe in the future, love every inch of the place you walk through, and love every second of your breath.

Every reunion day in the future, I will be by your side.

Songran, did you hear that?

He parted the two wet buttocks, put his fingers through the pink hole, stirred it gently, then withdrew, stabilizing his re-emergent cock, and inserted it deeply.

"what!"

The young man in his arms couldn't bear it, he let out a muffled grunt, and subconsciously tensed his body, but quickly adjusted his breathing based on his past experience, trying to relax his buttocks, wanting to accept him.

He Zhiyuan then slowly straightened his waist and sent it in. Every time he sent in a little bit, he would be bitten by the enthusiastic intestines.

Songran's front was throbbing, as hard as a hot iron pillar, but the back was roughly pried open, but it was like a squishy and fiery nest.He Zhiyuan gradually pushed the whole root to the end, and twitched it twice tentatively. Seeing that it was in good condition, he no longer restrained himself, grabbed Songran's waist and began to vibrate fiercely, violently hitting the sensitive point.

In fact, he has no intention of doing it too hard, but in Songran's body, he often loses control.

Sexual desire is originally an evil poppy, but to him, it is like a large sea of ​​poppies in full bloom, gorgeous and fragrant, there is a way forward hidden in the sea of ​​flowers, but there is no way back.

During He Zhiyuan's continuous attack, a strong smell of estrus filled the air, mixed with a hint of mint fragrance of body wash.While Song Ran writhed and struggled, the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows was covered with a layer of sweat, gradually looking dirty.

The turbulent sweat flowed endlessly, dripping down one after another, soaking the floor around their feet.

The climax of mutual gratification came faster and more intense than imagined, and it was unbearable for Song Ran to turn her head away eagerly, entangled with He Zhiyuan's lips and tongue, and was reluctant to let go even after her breath was about to expire.In the last few bumps, he hit the target with all his heart and soul, and climbed over the peak with a refreshing joy, turning into water and pouring out, dripping on the glass and the floor.

During the process, the tie was torn off at some point, and the soaked red apron quietly fell off Song Ran's body, enshrining this mature body soaked in lust under the moonlight.

It's so... I want to cherish it.

This time He Zhiyuan kept his promise and didn't make Songran faint, so after the affair, they hugged each other and stood in front of the French window, looking at the perfect moon in the night sky.

"I just now... I seem to have heard you say you love me." Song Ran was still a little confused, panting lightly, "Did you say it?"

He Zhiyuan nodded: "I said so."

Song Ran asked, "When?"

"When you want to hear it." He Zhiyuan smiled gently, "Whenever you want to hear this sentence, I will say it exactly."

Liar!

Songran muttered in his heart, but the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He muttered to himself: I want to hear it right now, especially want to hear it. You say it, you say it.

Then, he was hugged even tighter by He Zhiyuan.

"I love you." The man leaned close to his ear and said in a familiar sexy voice, "Songran, I love you."

[Special episode Part [-]] The Birth of DayX Mini Boob (Birth)

Bubu is very happy recently, showing off in the kindergarten all day long, saying that he is about to have a little follower, and even distributes lollipops to other children to show his joy.

Lily of the Valley was the first to choose the lollipop.

She carefully picked out an orange-flavored one, and while peeling off the candy wrapper, she asked, "Where is your little follower?"

Bubu said: "In my brother's stomach!"

Lily of the Valley let out a long "oh", bit the lollipop, and said, "Then it will be a long time before you see him."

"It doesn't matter!" Bubu said happily, "A few months will pass quickly, and when he comes out, I will teach him to walk, run, catch cats, and make him a qualified little follower."

"Wait a minute." Lily Lan interrupted him with a raised palm, and asked in confusion, "Is your brother an Omega too?"

"No."

Boo Boo shook his head vigorously.

Lily of the Valley: "Then why can he get pregnant?"

Bubu thought for a while, tilted his head, and spread his hands: "Maybe some kind of mysterious force is doing things."

Lily of the Valley: "..."

Due to some mysterious force, Song Xiaoran became pregnant out of nowhere, and Mr. He was very happy.

Song Xiaoran himself expressed that he was not happy at all, clutching his swollen belly to act like a monster at home, and he will never return to the image of a little warm boy at home.

Mr. He called Zhan Yuwen to consult, and the other party replied calmly: "During pregnancy, hormone disorder, emotional sensitivity, it's normal to be a monster, this is a man in your family. You have made his belly big, so you can't be more lenient? Ten Months will pass in a blink, so relax."

Mr. He took it very seriously, and began to try his best to spoil his wife.

On this day, Song Xiaoran was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with her chest up and her abdomen in, she grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and tried to pull it down, covering her slightly protruding stomach.One second, two seconds, three seconds... He couldn't help but relax, his belly bulged out in a big circle, and the T-shirt immediately slid up, hanging loosely on top of his belly.

"..."

Song Xiaoran stared at her bare belly, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, she patted the sofa and shouted: "He Zhiyuan!"

The study room opened in response, and Mr. He came out, hurried to the sofa and knelt down on one knee, and asked him with concern: "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

Song Xiaoran pointed at her stomach: "Look, the abdominal muscles are gone! It's all your fault!"

Mr. He was helpless: "This..."

Song Xiaoran was in good shape before she became pregnant, 1.7 meters [-], she trained four-pack abs with Mr. He, her shape is beautiful, and she squeezed it complacently when she was free.After pregnancy, the abdominal muscles gradually loosened. Four pieces became two pieces, and two pieces became one piece.Years of fitness achievements were ruined, and I was quite depressed.

Mr. He remembered that Zhan Yuwen said that pregnant women should be pampered, so he reached out and touched the ball of steamed buns, comforting Song Xiaoran and said: "Just imagine, these abdominal muscles didn't disappear, but ran into the belly Here, turned into a little baby... How about it, does it feel better?"

Song Ran blew up on the spot, gouging him fiercely: "Speaking lightly! You have eight-pack abs, why don't you get pregnant with twins?"

Mr. He: "..."

I have to admit that the appearance of Song Xiaoran hugging his stomach and blowing his hair is really hot, making people want to bully him even more.

Mr. He licked his lips and smiled, cocking his gun somewhere.

Song Xiaoran hadn't complained enough yet, and was suddenly thrown on the sofa by Mr. He, who leaned over and kissed him, unbuttoning his clothes and belt while kissing.Song Xiaoran was caught off guard, swearing and swearing, at first there were a few harsh words, but Mr. He took off his pants, grabbed the "handle" and licked a few mouthfuls, then opened his legs gruntingly.

Once the position is lost, cursing is like flirting, and struggling is like seduction.Soon, that flexible little white waist was twisted to the point that it lost all bones.

Mr. He smiled and said, "Tell me, if I shoot again now, will you be pregnant with twins?"

Song Xiaoran raised her crimson neck, her Adam's apple kept swallowing, and she yelled with some grievances: "Get out, get out of you... um... damn..."

Mr. He was not angry either, he carried his gun and walked around the enemy's line, killing and looting, making the sofa shake like a small boat in a storm.

When Song Xiaoran was seven months pregnant, her small belly turned into a big belly, and her abdominal muscles were gone forever.Mr. He comforted him for a long time, and promised to come back to practice with him immediately after giving birth, and the little warm boy at home officially returned.

Young people in the third trimester have a milder personality than before.

He likes to lean on the bedside and tell stories to Bubu, and the unborn baby listens to it through his belly, and occasionally he is happy to listen to it, and he twists his little body happily, and Bobu is greatly surprised.He also likes to wear little yellow duck pajamas and boob with parent-child outfits.Boo Boo is short, with short arms and legs, and looks like a duckling himself.Songran is tall, he didn't look like that before, but now his stomach is supporting his clothes, his body looks chubby, but he looks a bit like a duck.

In order to take care of Song Xiaoran, Mr. He is obliged to undertake all the housework.

He is not very good at Chinese food, and he must read the recipes when cooking.Every night when he was in charge of cooking, he looked back and saw two cute animals, one big and one small, waiting to be fed by the door. He felt that this was the greatest happiness in his life.

Song Xiaoran didn't stop working after she got pregnant, and continued to accept manuscripts.Mr. He was afraid that he would be tired, so he strictly supervised him every day, and the cumulative working hours should not exceed four hours.Once Song Xiaoran felt tired in the middle of the painting, rubbed her waist, raised her head, and saw Mr. He standing at the door.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Mr. He hooked his hands: "Come to the room and rub your waist."

After Song Xiaoran found out that she was pregnant, Mr. He specially found someone to learn massage skills, and he was skilled in the techniques, providing one hour of service every night.Song Xiaoran happened to have a sore back, followed him back to the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, picked up a soft pillow and lay on his side on the edge of the bed, lifted up his home clothes, revealing a white waist.

Mr. He asked while pressing: "Is it particularly easy to be sour recently?"

"You have a big belly, it's normal." Song Xiaoran snorted twice comfortably, "Go down a little, near the middle."

"it is good."

Mr. He moved his seat according to his words, and continued: "Just now I had a meeting in the study, and I took a ball and stuffed it in front of my stomach. After a long time, it is indeed easy to have back pain.”

Song Xiaoran was happy: "Have you practiced all this?"

"Why don't you know that you are suffering?" Mr. He pressed down along his spine, pinching every piece of tight waist along the way, "I ordered a chair for you, and it will be flown here, and it will arrive in three days."

Song Xiaoran turned her head: "What chair?"

"The ergonomic chair specially designed for pregnant women has a strange shape and is very comfortable to sit on." Mr. He introduced, "This chair was still on the drawing a few weeks ago, so I went through the back door and picked it up for you in advance. "

Song Xiaoran got up, hugged his Mr. He, pouting his lips, and printed a soft kiss.

"Thank you, you are the best."

With the ergonomic chair, Song Xiao and the second half of pregnancy are much more comfortable.Of course, this is not the only convenience he enjoys - Mr. He has been in charge of SwordArc's home robot branch in recent years, and he is familiar with the black technology in the industry.

The mini boob has grown like this, and it has grown to nine months, which is approaching the due date.

Song Xiaoran was inexperienced, she thought she was about to give birth when she had a stomachache, and ran to the hospital several times in a panic, with oolongs every time, making Mr. He dumbfounded.

Mr. He said: "The doctor told me not to go to the hospital until the pain is rhythmic. Forgot?"

Song Xiaoran couldn't bear it, and asked angrily: "What is 'rhythm'? Legend of Phoenix or Tianjin Allegro?"

Mr. He put his arms around him and said with a smile: "Anyway, it's impossible to give birth to a baby with only one pain like yours."

"You can laugh at me as much as you want, bad dad with no conscience." Song Xiaoran pushed him away, sulking with his stomach hugged alone, "It's not your birth, of course you are the number one in the world and calm down, standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, snort."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Mr. He coaxed him, "I admit my mistake, okay?"

"No." Song Xiaoran refused to forgive, "Not sincere at all."

Mr. He had no choice but to ask: "Then how can I forgive me?"

Song Xiaoran pointed at her stomach: "You let it have a Thomas full spin, and I will forgive you immediately."

"..."

Faced with the unreasonable troubles of the young pregnant woman, even Mr. Ruhe with high emotional intelligence could not handle it properly.He was about to defend himself, when Song Xiaoran suddenly covered his stomach, frowned, and bent down in pain.

"I forgive you! Forgive you!" Song Xiaoran changed his words in a second, begging for mercy miserably, "You tell it to stop, hurry up!"

Mr. He: "I..."

What can I do?

Three hours later, bedroom.

Song Xiaoran lay weakly in Mr. He's arms, sweating profusely, and said with a trembling voice: "I, I seem to... have found a little feeling..."

Mr. He asked, "How does it feel?"

"Fest... rhythm..." Song Xiaoran described it incoherently, "it's the kind, the doctor said before, the particularly strong rhythm of wanting to have a baby..."

"Then you are still dragging your life and refusing to go to the hospital?!"

Mr. He almost jumped up.

Song Xiaoran looked ashamed and angry: "I wasn't sure just now! If there is another oolong, where will I put my face?"

"Then how are you sure now?" Mr. He's face was livid, "Is it painful?"

"No... yes, it's the butt..." Song Xiaoran twitched, buried her face in his neck, and whispered like a mosquito, "My butt is wet..."

"..."

Mr. He sat quietly for five seconds, reached out to touch his buttocks, picked up the phone, and went straight to