is responsible, she said that she was responsible, and he listened to it partially?!

"Your enterprise-level understanding is beyond my reach, and I'm not responsible for the Orb now." Zhao Chengcheng was a little weak-hearted, and unconsciously raised his voice, and the conversation between the two gradually became a confrontation situation.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Suddenly, Baozhu on the bed was so frightened that she cried, she was stunned, and hurriedly went up to pick up the child and apologized: "Baozhu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my mother shouldn't be so loud." ”

Zhao Baozhu was aggrieved, and buried her face in Zhao Chengcheng's arms, it didn't rain when it thundered, Zhao Chengcheng thought she was urinating, and she didn't touch the diaper, that is, she was hungry: "Hold the child, I'll go warm the milk." She handed the child to Wanli.

Because of the child's crying, the tense atmosphere in the room was gone, and Wan Li was waiting in the inner room with a soft ball, after Zhao Chengcheng walked out, he lowered his head and found that Baozhu had already pouted with a calm face: "Baozhu, you don't want your father to go, right." ”

With a smile in his eyes, the thief kissed his daughter's little face with a grin, the child has a natural milk fragrance, he rubbed the fleshy cheeks of Baozhu, Baozhu was afraid of itching, and giggled, and when he heard the laughter, he was afraid of alarming Zhao Chengcheng outside, so he hurriedly pointed the baby's mouth with his fingertips and whispered: "Shhhh ”

Baozhu pursed his mouth, his face arched a gluttonous arc, and he saw that his index finger moved, and he scraped the child's face like tender tofu, which felt so good that he couldn't help but kiss twice.

Woo woo, Baozhu bit his hand, thinking that Wan Li was playing with himself.

The matter of rushing away was temporarily put on hold because Baozhu had to eat and sleep.

But there's one thing that can't wait.

Zhao Chengcheng pinched her eyebrows, her brain hurt a little, because a slender person was lying on her bed clumsily coaxing the child, Baozhu grabbed the index finger of the blue with both hands, the child stopped sleeping, and fell asleep obediently, but the posture was a little weird.

"Why don't you leave?" Zhao Chengcheng lay on the bed, reached out and touched the back of Baozhu, she didn't sweat, her hands and feet were not cold, the children were asleep, she immediately unloaded the mill and killed the donkey and urged someone to get out of here, she was going to sleep too.

Wan Li, who was driven away every day, did not move, he innocently raised his eyes to look at Zhao Chengcheng, and said softly: "The treasure bead holds me and doesn't let go." ”

Zhao Chengcheng rolled his eyes directly at him, and also whispered: "You turned into smoke and floated away, aren't you an immortal." ”

"Our daughter is not mortal, you forgot that she is Hongmengzhu."

She couldn't refute this reason, and she didn't feel very comfortable in her heart, Zhao Chengcheng suppressed her mood and retreated to the bedside: "You sleep with Baozhu tonight, I'm outside, just call if you have something." ”

"Why don't we sleep together." Wan Li propped up half of his body with one hand, and his long hair slid down in front of him, just covering Bao Zhu's face, as if subconsciously protecting himself, Bao Zhu cried, and in an instant, a red light burst out around the child's body, if it wasn't for Wan Li's reaction fast enough, the red light would have shaved off not his hair but his head.

However, the red light did not harm Zhao Chengcheng and other objects, Wan Li pinched his sliding broken hair in shock, and the person standing next to the bed quickly held the child in his arms and coaxed: "Baozhu, my mother is here, sleep, let's sleep." ”

Baozhu was actually half asleep and half awake and was startled, Zhao Chengcheng coaxed, closed his eyes and fell asleep again with a symbolic wow two sounds.

"Has she hurt anyone else?" Coming back to his senses, he asked.

"You're the first." When the child first returned, the crying sound could shatter the porcelain bottle, and the edamame and yuba were so frightened that they hid in the nest.

Zhao Chengcheng himself was scared, so he didn't dare to ask the nurse, and after taking the child to find out a little experience, he found someone to help, in fact, it is not a lofty way, what should you do if the child bears, of course, it is the tiger mother: "You go back quickly." ”

"Why are you driving me again?" He asked.

"Why don't you catch you, my child and I have to sleep."

"Let's sleep together, the bed is big enough." She patted the futon.

"Can we sleep together?" If it weren't for Baozhu sleeping, Zhao Chengcheng almost wanted to roar, although he didn't roar, his tone was not very good.

"I have all the children, and I can't sleep together?"

"You have the child alone, why should you sleep together." He was very able to frantically test on the verge of death, and Zhao Chengcheng was angry for a while.

If there is a mobile phone next to her, she will immediately post a circle of friends and write a popular title - the father of the child's physiology begs to share the bed, and it is a pity that he is handsome but not in my aesthetics, what should I do if I am in a hurry, etc., parentheses: I am not Versailles, I really want to know what to do.

Zhao Chengcheng could think of a comment that was topped up: On the way to drive crazy single dogs, none of you guys who show affection are innocent.

Far away, she turned around directly with the child in her arms, and before she took two steps, she heard the sound of someone getting out of bed, and she appeared in front of the partition and opened her hand to stop her.

He said, "I sleep in the outer room." The tone was reluctant.

"You know each other." Zhao Chengcheng raised his eyebrows proudly holding the jewel.

Early the next morning, he strode into the yard, and his eyes must have seen his uncle, who was still dazzlingly white, swimming in the yard with a jewel, he was stunned, and remembered the past and hurriedly went up to greet his uncle: "Uncle, you are back." ”

"One tube, what's going on early in the morning." Wan Li asked.

"Hurry up and talk to the boss about the bookstore." A tube road.

Bookstore?

Wan Li remembered that Drunken You had mentioned it a few times, and Zhao Chengcheng set up a very small old bookstore and stuffed a few scholars to live in the backyard: "The book hasn't come out yet." ”

One glanced at the direction of the kitchen, retracted his gaze and said, "No, it is estimated that there will be a fight today, so please ask the boss to go over and take a look." ”

"Oh no, not good." Before he could finish speaking, a figure burst in through the crack in the hidden door.

The four cylinders ran straight and panted, and the sound was not loud, and they were also stunned when they saw the clouds, and the first tube hurriedly went up and asked: "It's fighting again, Tang Shusheng's head." ”

"Uncle, you're back." The four cylinders also gave a salute to Wan Li.

Wan Li nodded, and the person in the kitchen put the food in the food box, didn't remove his apron, and walked straight over: "Wan Li, you take the treasure beads, I will go to the bookstore with the four cylinders, and the one will go back to the teahouse." ”

"I'll go too." Wan Li said.

Zhao Chengcheng, who was about to go out, squinted his eyes when he was obviously not happy with this proposal, and suddenly remembered her words when she was breastfeeding just now, and immediately bit his lower lip, and after a while, he said, "Be careful on the road." ”

"You should be the wind in your ears when I speak, you can say it in advance, and I won't bother to salivate in the future."

"I'm sorry."

Zhao Chengcheng is tolerant of others, but he is strict with him, and Wan Li also admits that he is wrong, he is in a hurry to follow, and he forgets what Zhao Chengcheng explained, and sees her leave.

"God, where's the book?" The old man of the hanging pot led his disciples to Feixie, opened his mouth to ask for a notebook, and Wan Li was confused and looked at him sneeringly.

"What book?"

"It's a book that remembers Baozhu's three meals a day, weight, size, how long you sleep every day, and whether you have diarrhea or other symptoms." I still didn't understand the hanging pot to see the gods, so I looked left and right, and I really didn't see the appearance of a book, so I gestured: "It's such a long and wide booklet, Zhao Chengcheng didn't explain it before you came." ”

Mention the word confession.

Her eyes flashed, and she hurried home with the orb in her arms, leaving the hanging pot and the disciples stunned to look at the empty couch.