Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Cheng Qiyan, who was wearing cotton pajamas, was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, with sleepy eyes open, looking at Tan Yuran who was frying candied eggs, with a lazy expression, which probably meant that he was in a good mood.

Recently, he has been as busy as ever. Chen Miao is planning to expand the R&D base. Various problems are in front of him. The busyness makes people dizzy. Even taking a lot of sleeping pills at night can't get a good sleep. I only hope that the pacemaker will kill me The case can be closed as soon as possible. After the incident is clarified, Chen Miao, who is ready to go, will suddenly emerge.

But it was always hard work before.

And last night, Cheng Qiyan had a rare good sleep. The bloody two who were on the sofa scattered because of Xiao Ting who suddenly wanted to pee, so Cheng Qiyan was let off again...

There is an old saying that everything is difficult at the beginning, and there is an old saying that you will always be tired before eating delicious food~~~

Cheng Qiyan walked over with his arms folded, inspected the food in the pan with indifferent eyes, "It looks good."

It couldn't be heard as a compliment, but it was already a great enthusiasm for Cheng Qiyan.

So Tan Yuran was very grateful, held Cheng Qiyan's hand, and the abnormal gentleman kissed his hand affectionately, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your compliment!"

Cheng Qiyan shook off Tan Yuran's hand, but couldn't hold back a chuckle anymore. Tan Yuran held his hand, with a springy smile, and gently fiddled with the edge of the candied egg with a shovel in the other hand to prevent it from sticking to the pan .

"That smells so good..." Cheng Qiyan pointed to the bright corn soup in the white soup pot.

"Want to try it?"

Cheng Qiyan smiled and nodded.

Tan Yuran scooped up a spoonful of corn soup, carefully scraped the soup on the bottom of the spoon on the edge of the soup basin, and then gently blew on the hot soup. I don't know if it was his own illusion or his nature, Cheng Qiyan felt that even if he He also looks so affectionate and dedicated to a spoonful of soup.

"Come~" Tan Yuran brought moderately warm soup to Cheng Qiyan's mouth.

Cheng Qiyan was not polite, and drank it in one gulp... At that moment, the scene of his light-colored lips holding the spoon was a real stimulus to Tan Yuran, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. Slowly moved his head towards the remaining soup.

Stretch out the bright red tongue, and pass by the corner of Cheng's mouth, the desire aroused by the taste buds, the taste is excellent!

This kind of atmosphere, the right time, place and people, it is a matter of course to taste deeply.

Tan Yuran held Cheng Qiyan's lips, and his flexible tongue pried open his lips and teeth. Cheng Qiyan sucked to prevent the soup in his mouth from overflowing. Tan Yuran took this as a response of course, and began to stir in his mouth.

A fragrant kiss gradually heated up, as if the whole person was thrown into the corn soup, slowly being boiled until soft.

The teeth of the two people bit a corn kernel at the same time, the sweet juice splashed on the tip of the tongue, and then you pushed back and forth, the lust and appetite were all aroused by this delicious kiss, the next one, is diced ham...

Xiaoting smelled the smell and came to the kitchen. She picked her face and watched her father and Xiaoyu play bobo, then walked between the two tall men, sniffed like a puppy, and looked at the smoking pot in the frying pan. A black egg with dull eyes, probably sleepy and hungry.

Devotion is a very abstract term, but once it enters the state, it will be like being possessed. Cheng Qiyan and Tan Yuran are like this now, they are completely unaware that Xiao Ting is standing in the gap between them.

Tan Yuran viciously teased Cheng Qiyan under the base of his tongue, there was a strong secretion of body fluid, and the transparent liquid that was too late to swallow flowed down Cheng's lips to his chin, and then dripped, pulling out a shiny silver thread.

Xiao Ting looked up, and that drop of incomparably crystal-clear, unknown person's saliva dripped impartially on Xiao Ting's small nose.

The girl stretched out her slender fingers to wipe off the drop of liquid, then twirled her fingertips, and said with dull eyes, "Our teacher said that tall students should not bully short students, how could Dad treat me like that?" Spit on your face?"

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