Daddy rushes forward

Unknowingly, Wen Ruichu's voice was filled with unbearable crying, and he began to cry He Shaoqing's name intermittently, begging He Shaoqing to let him go.From his side-lying posture, one can clearly see the top of the man's black hair. The corners of his eyes glistened with water and he glanced over. When he saw the swallowing movements of the man's lips, he was ashamed to the extreme as if he had been caught peeping. The cheeks on both sides instantly turned into red-hot irons.And He Shaoqing seemed to have sensed it, and raised his head slightly to look at him, with an extremely bewitching smile in his ambiguous eyes, and gently teased his sensitive waist a few times with his fingertips , immediately made his body soften into a puddle of spring water.

This is the punishment the man said, Wen Ruichu half-closed his eyes, grabbed the pillow and covered the restless head under him with shame and annoyance.He looked at the ceiling desperately and full of expectation, waiting for the last moment. At first, his eyes went dark, and then his whole body trembled uncontrollably. After several minutes, he gradually regained consciousness, and his eyes also changed. Get sober.

"Say it to yourself, um...will you dare to push me away in front of others in the future?" He Shaoqing licked the fluid overflowing from the corner of his lips, and when he spoke, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down.A thin layer of sweat emerged from the tip of his nose, and he wiped it off Wen Ruichu's chin coquettishly.

Wen Ruichu bit her moist lower lip, feeling a little resentful in her heart, "I just let go of your hand, but you threw me to the ground!" Which one of us made the more serious mistake? A robber, and with a little thought, he knew that it was a bloody misunderstanding.

"Then what do you say? I'll take care of it as you please." He Shaoqing pondered for a while, then laughed in a low voice, stretched out his tongue to lick his lips, and poked inside.There was still a faint fishy smell on his lips and tongue, and Wen Ruichu turned his head uncomfortably, facing a pair of bright and big eyes like black grape beads.

Wen Xiaoan must have just woken up, rubbed his hands on his face in distress for a long time, and stared at his father with wide eyes.After watching for a while, he pouted his little buttocks and crawled over.

"Dad, Dad, don't cry." Wen Xiaoan stretched out his hand to wipe his father's tears without knowing why, rolled his eyes a few times, and then looked at the murderer.

He Shaoqing had already sat up at this time, although the clothes on his body were a little messy, it was harmless.With a faint smile on his lips, he thoughtfully pulled down Wen Ruichu's woolen sweater rolled up to his chest and tidied it up.Wen Ruichu's face was flushed with embarrassment and anger, and the pillow was pressed under him all the time, not daring to move around.

Wen Xiaoan tried his best to comfort his father with tears in his eyes. After his father's face was covered with saliva, he stood up from the bed and flew towards He Shaoqing with a "whoosh".That little head aimed straight at He Shaoqing's chest, yelling indistinctly, "Bad Yin! Papa Qihu! Hit you!"

Wen Ruichu stared dumbfounded at his son crashing into He Shaoqing's arms, then stretched out two fleshy little hands to scratch He Shaoqing's body, his little head restlessly knocked on He Shaoqing's big hands, like a little mole burrowing into the ground mouse.No matter how you look at this scene, it looks like the son is acting like a baby with the father, and the attack power is <0, so it can be ignored.

He Shaoqing laughed happily, and gently snorted Wen Xiaoan's little head away with his big hands. His hard chest muscles were afraid of hurting his son.

"Silly boy, if you attack me again with your tiger head skill, I will punish you." When he said the word "punishment", he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the person on the bed, and sure enough, he saw Wen Ruichu quickly pulled the quilt over Covering it up, a pair of black Jiujiu eyes stared at him angrily.

When Wen Xiaoan stopped out of breath, He Shaoqing patted his son's buttocks, and patiently explained, "No one bullies your father. It's your father who is too tired from work, so he needs to rest for a while. You must be obedient and don't disturb Does he know that he is resting?"

Wen Xiaoan was embraced by He Shaoqing and walked to the sofa. He put one arm around the man's neck, stretched his neck to see Wen Ruichu, and called "Dad" in a half-understandable manner.

Wen Ruichu grudgingly smiled, waved to his son and said, "It doesn't matter, Dad. Are you hungry?"

Wen Xiaoan was placed on the European-style soft fabric sofa, touched his belly and thought seriously for a while, shook his head, and muttered that he wanted to drink water.

Before Wen Xiaoan could react, He Shaoqing had already poured water into the water glass for him.This house is a small courtyard with no heating pipes. He Shaoqing didn't find it hard to live alone for many years, but the children couldn't stand the cold.He had to turn on the independent air conditioner for heating, so it was a little dry, and the little guy was thirsty when he woke up.To be on the safe side, He Shaoqing felt that it was better to lead his son to pee in the bathroom first.

"Stand up!" He Shaoqing put his son on the plastic bench next to the toilet, and seeing Wen Xiaoan unconsciously wanted to squat down, he lightly reprimanded him in a serious tone.What kind of bad habit is this? Every time he pees, he has to be coaxed, and if he doesn't coax him, he just sits on the ground without moving.

He Shaoqing got along with his son for three days, and his head was about to grow big.Wen Ruichu's voice came from outside, anxious and worried, "Why are you attacking him? He's still a child, don't you know how to coax him?"

Hearing his father's voice, Wen Xiao'an pursed his mouth, sobbing and crying loudly.dad!This uncle is good and bad, and he doesn't want to be with bad silver.Every time he peed, grandma and dad would whistle for him so he could pee.But this uncle never whistled to him, and he was always aggressive, so he couldn't pee.Bad Uncle looked even worse when he accidentally pissed on the wooden floor of the living room.

"Wuuu... Dad... I want Dad." As soon as she said crying, she really started to cry aggrievedly, tears falling down like broken beads.

Wen Ruichu frowned, jumped out of bed, grabbed He Shaoqing's pajama pants and put them on.

"Little An, dad is here." Wen Ruichu ran to the bathroom barefoot, bent down and kissed his son's face again and again, his heart ached to death.

He Shaoqing felt quite innocent, and silently brought a pair of slippers for Wen Ruichu to put on, then stood aside and listened to Wen Ruichu whistle to his son.It could be seen that Wen Ruichu was angry, it was about his big baby, he suddenly turned into a ignited firecracker, exploding with crackling noises.

He Shaoqing sensibly twisted a hot towel and handed it over. Wen Ruichu took it and wiped Xiao An's nose and tears, and threw the towel on He Shaoqing's face angrily, shaking He Shaoqing's face with drops of water and snot.

"Actually, the two of us get along very happily." He Shaoqing smiled flatteringly and handed the water bottle to Wen Xiaoan. She drilled into his arms vigorously, "Dad, Dad—"

When Wen Ruichu remembered that his son had been scolded by a man like that for several days, his heart ached in pain, he gouged out He Shaoqing's eyes, and cursed viciously, "Get out of here!"

Normally, Wen Ruichu wouldn't dare to yell at He Shaoqing like that.Even if they said they wanted to start over, the disparity in status was there after all. When standing in front of He Shaoqing, Wen Ruichu unconsciously fell half short.But now he can't be so scruples anymore, I can bear it if you bully me, why do you bully my son again and again!

He Shaoqing was taken aback by the roar.That's not the case, he's never been mean to his son other than not being able to agree on peeing.The day before yesterday, Wen Xiaoan successfully rode on his neck and stuck the leftover candy figure to his collar. He was not angry at all, and happily bought Wen Xiaoan the latest remote control plane.And yesterday, the kid was still holding him in his arms, wanting to take root in him, how could his painting style change in the blink of an eye!I agreed to add points for Lao Tzu!How can you temporarily betray!