cute husband is happy

"Amiao, why?" Wu Mochen asked with a sullen face in the first-class guest room specially built for VIPs in Chiyue City.

Qing Miao smiled and didn't answer, fiddled with her long hair for a while.

Wu Mochen didn't dare and couldn't bear to force the little man who had lost and recovered with great difficulty, and frowned angrily.

The little man stood on tiptoe, put his soft palm on Wu Mochen's brow, "Mo'er, I'm hungry."

Wu Mochen sighed helplessly and pamperingly, it was exactly five days since the last feeding, his slender fingers with well-defined bony knuckles messed up the little man's black hair, and the noble prince of the Huang Clan obediently went to the side to fetch water and wash his hands.

The matter of strange demons has always been classified as a top secret by the Temple of the Phoenix. Tens of thousands of years have passed since the First World War. Rao, as a prince, Wu Mochen's information is very limited. He was completely hurt by the Phoenix Temple before, so he turned a blind eye to the matter of returning to the sea and pretended not to see it.Moreover, Qing Miao was resurrected by the spirit seed. In a sense, it was understood that the strange monster had the grace of rebuilding Qing Miao. Wu Mochen subconsciously assigned the terrifying creature of the Huang Clan to his own camp.

Qing Miao hugged Wu Mochen's ring finger and refused to eat, Qi Qi Ai Ai said, "Mo'er, bring the golden needle."

"A Miao, Mo'er, I have rough skin and thick flesh, so I'm not afraid of pain." Wu Mochen was like a spring breeze, and in his heart he didn't want another golden needle between himself and Qing Miao's closeness, "Just bite lightly."

Qing Miao stared angrily, but it was a pity that she had a round bun face, deliberately straightened up, without any deterrent effect, and her pink lips, which were slightly pursed out of dissatisfaction, seemed to reciprocate anger and resentment. no.

The clear voice of Fengsha City Lord suddenly turned deep and hoarse, and his burning eyes did not hide his desire, "A Miao, grow up quickly, okay?"

The little face was dyed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the exposed neck and arms were covered with red clouds. The little man's head seemed to be steaming, and it was smoking with embarrassment. Seeing that Wu Mochen was about to say something metaphorical and profound At the words, Qing Miao hurriedly lowered her head, bit her slender, white fingertips viciously, her canine teeth cut in, and blood beads came out quickly.

The little man stretched out his pink tongue and licked it lightly. The instinct of the spirit seed made the little man show a satisfied expression, as if swallowing the most delicious food in the world.

Wu Mochen's head is as big as a bucket, and all the senses of the whole body are concentrated in one place. On the belly of the ring finger of his left hand, the tip of his small tongue is like a thunder-type combat skill. The memory of the beast suddenly revived, the orc's lust was strong, Wu Mochen was teased to death by the little man, and he had nowhere to vent, so he endured a knife on his head.

The hole I dug myself, I have to jump even kneeling.The Fourth Highness of the Huang Clan likes to mention a lot of idioms and sayings such as "eat the consequences of oneself", "inflict one's own suffering" and "shoot one's own foot with a stone".

Qing Miao had enough to eat and drink, her body needed to adapt and digest the new blood source, she couldn't hold back her tiredness, she maintained the posture of hanging between Wu Mochen's fingers, and fell asleep.

Pity our majestic Lord Fengsha, who gently undressed the little man and went to bed. When he saw his white and petite body, he could only rub against the sheets, relying on the unhealthy images played in the brain and his right hand to survive the endless flowers moon night.

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Only three or four days after the seedlings were harvested, new green seedlings grew out, as expected, and there was indeed a second season. Ning Miao got carried away with joy for a while, and walked around the hundreds of acres of "rice fields" for a short time. It was a refreshing walk for a while. , edema crematorium.

In the evening, Ning Miao's two calves were swollen into steamed buns. The soreness was unbearable, and his appetite was greatly reduced. He managed to drink a bowl of clear porridge, and asked Bai Yi to hug him to the bed to rest. Unfortunately, his symptoms did not improve while lying down. The little clan witch was so wronged that his eyes were full of tears, and he moaned like a kitten.

Bai Yi panicked, no matter what Xiong Twelve said was a normal phenomenon, it still couldn't stop Yiyan Patriarch Xingshi from mobilizing the hearts of the crowd, the wind tunnel behind him was spinning, flying at a speed (literally) please come to Huhe, poisonous words for consultation, of course Well, these two things are worse than Xiong Twelve on the issue of pregnancy, and they are anxious when they come, and they are helpless.

Ning Miao was angry and funny, endured the discomfort and said nonchalantly, "A Yi, I'm fine, I should be fine after a night of sleep, send Uncle He and the others back quickly."

Xiong Twelve replaced the soft cloth that was hot on Ning Miao's calf, "Patriarch Yi, Mr. Ning exercised too much today, that's why it happened. Rest more and massage, and it will disappear a lot tomorrow morning."

Bai Yi was dubious, and half-knelt down to the side of the bed, covered the swollen calf of his little female with his big rough hands, and gently massaged, "Twelve, take a closer look, is it really all right?"

Suddenly, Ning Miao made a very high and thin voice, and her face turned pale.

The whole room was frightened to death, and Xiong Twelve's legs were even weaker. If Mr. Ning was harmed because of a misdiagnosis, he would be responsible for dying a hundred times.

Bai Yi was so nervous that his throat tightened, and he grinded out each word, "Ning, Ning, where are you, no, comfortable?"

Miss Ning Miao got on the sedan chair for the first time, pointed at her stomach, and sweat broke out on her forehead, "Ah, Ah Yi, I seem to be about to give birth."

Xiong Twelve was still calm. He lifted the animal skin covering Ning Miao's thigh, and saw that the trousers and the sheet under him were drenched with amniotic fluid.

Fat Xiong pinched the soft flesh on his waist fiercely, the pain helped to keep calm, Xiong Twelve said in a deep voice: "The amniotic fluid is broken, Patriarch Yi, Master Ning is about to give birth, Uncle He, poisonous words, hurry up, heat up!" Water, a clean soft cloth, Patriarch Yi, you go to the pharmacy to get Xiaohuan Dan, and bring the medicine pot.”

The boy bleeds but doesn't shed tears. Ning Miao thought he could hold back the pain, but who knows that this pain is beyond the tolerance of normal human beings. It's like someone holding a blender in the stomach, transposing the viscera and entangled them in one place. It was as if trying to tear out her intestines, Ning Miao held a pack of soft cloth in her mouth, and within 10 minutes, physiological tears flowed down her cheeks.

Soon, the soft cloth couldn't bite anymore. Ning Miao opened her mouth and exhaled heavily. Miao will personally feel that mother is really the greatest human being, bar none.

Bai Yi took back Xiao Huan Pill, and as soon as he put the medicine jar in front of Hu He, he refused to move even half a step.

Patriarch Yiyan knelt on the side of the bed, his handsome facial features twisted into crumpled balls, tightly holding the hand of his own little female, wishing to give birth to him.

Using a soft cloth, Ning Miao kept wiping off sweat and tears. Bai Yi's eyes were blue and golden, and the imprint of the sun god was faintly visible on his forehead. Ning Miao knew that this was Bai Yi's natural behavior when he was overly excited by a huge stimulus, but The patriarch of Erhuo is different now, and the breath of inheriting memory may cause big troubles, Ning Miao said with an air of gossamer, "Ayi, no, for me, for the sake of the baby, no."

The little clan witch desperately and painfully reminded him like a revelation, Bai Yi stabilized his mind, his eyes were red, "Ning, Ning...my Ning..."

As dawn approached, Ning Miao passed out from the pain.

Xiong Twelve pricked Ning Miao's fingertips with a golden needle, and the little clan Wu Xingzhuan was stabbed, and was tossed half to death by the severe pain. Huan Dan fed Ning Miao.

The effect of the elixir was immediate. Ning Miao opened his eyes, stepped up stubbornly, and gritted his teeth, "Damn boy, you have tormented your dad like this. Wait until you come out and see how I get revenge."

Xiong Twelve felt guilty and did not dare to look up at Patriarch Yi. The twins were still hidden from the whole room. Master Ning refused to let him know. May patriarch Yi and everyone worry and fear every day, and Lord Ning alone bears all the uneasiness.

It's a pity that Bai Yi was so focused on her little female at this time that she didn't notice the redundant word "men" at all.