Xiao Yechen hugged Ye Weilan's legs and his eyes were watery: "Mommy, baby will be afraid of sleeping alone..."

Mommy Ye looked at her "poor" son and looked at her husband with big beautiful eyes wet eyes: "Qi Ye..."

Young Master Qi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Lan, what are you doing with the photo in your hand?"

"Ah?" Ye Weilan was stunned. At this time, she remembered that she was holding the ball photo of Meiren Qi when she was a child. Her big eyes rolled, and she felt guilty inexplicably: "I'll show it to Xiaojiu..."

Meiren Qi's eyes suddenly became a little dark.

He was still very clear about what he had on it. After all, it was Ye Mommy who treated it as a family heirloom, and it was hard for him to forget wherever he went.

This girl is "destroying" his majesty as a father and husband.

Mr. Qi slowly raised the corners of his beautiful lips.

Ye Weilan widened her eyes. After many years of marriage, how could she not see that Meiren Qi wanted to "repair" her expression at this moment? She was very conscious of the current affairs and admitted her mistake: "Husband, I know I am wrong, I dare not..."

Qi Ye picked her up and carried her on her shoulders, carried her son in one hand, and went upstairs with his wife and son. It was even more rare that Young Master Qi still looked handsome even though he was so imaginative.

After kicking open Perrangodo's door, Qi Ye threw his son into Perrangodo's arms who had come back at some time, unscrewed the door next door and went back to the room, and locked the door stingyly.

He carried his wife to the edge of the bed, Qi Ye sat down and put Ye Weilan in his arms, raised his hand and patted her at a place with the most flesh on her body, with a slightly raised tone, which was extremely charming: "Son is more important than husband?"

I remember that when they first got married, he asked this question, and the girl said that her son was important.

Mommy Ye covered her buttocks and burst into tears: "Honey and son are the only special existences, there is no equality..." There is no comparison.

Qi Ye narrowed his eyes.

His wife is just a little slippery...

Qi Ye's slender hand slowly touched her face, stopped in front of her ears and gently lifted it up. A mask as thin as a cicada's wing was lifted off, revealing her originally soft and delicate face, as beautiful as an angel.

Qi Ye lowered his head and fell on her soft red lips.

Ye Weilan blinked her eyes, and her slender eye feathers left a feather-like itch on his white cheeks. She responded to his kiss, while counting his eyelashes that were longer than hers in curiosity...

The next second, Qi Ye lifted up his slender body, Ye Weilan sat on him with his legs, and his legs just surrounded his thin waist.

A thin red streak hit her white cheeks. Qi Ye's kiss was always as soft as the spring breeze at first, but when she got used to it, it would turn into a storm.

He rushed into her mouth, grabbed her endless entanglement, and plundered her sweetness to the fullest. He was warm, fragrant, soft and jade in his arms every night, but he was not even able to get enough of it. The eldest young master was half angry. At this moment, the small light bulb was not there, so of course he had to get it back with his capital and interest.

He kissed her so hard that she couldn't penetrate her. He leaned back almost suffocatingly. Qi Ye grabbed the back of her head with one hand and slowly began to peel her clothes with the other hand.

The zipper of the skirt slowly pulled down, and his fingers seemed to have some seductive meaning, rubbing her thin and tender back slowly.
Chapter completed!