"This ... how long have you spent!"

Song Ci's eyes suddenly wet.

Don't get wrong, not happy and excited, but cry.

She hugged her belly, sat on the ground with no energy, pumping and pumping, even crying one by one.

Huo Mohen turned back to see the little girl crying and kept fighting. The distressed heart was dragged back and forth.

He flew back with long legs, squatted down and looked at her small eyes, arched her cheeks with her forehead, "How about crying?"

Song Ci looked at the things in front of him, "Is this given me?"

"Of course it's for you, Ci Bao stand up and take a look."

Huo Mu sinking down, holding her belly, and intentionally did not hit Princess Heng and picked up Song Ci. Instead, she led her fingertips and motioned her to take off the slippers and stepped on the soft carpet.

Song Ci Guangjie's little feet stepped on the soft carpet and immediately laughed.

The tears on the tip of the nose fell, Huo Mo -shen was caught off and bent down, licked it in.

"Don't cry with your heart and liver."

Huo Mo Shen held her small hand and walked in.

Song Ci saw that he suddenly paused, blinked and looked at him with a cute eyes, and his eyelashes were covered with tears. "What are you doing?"

There is no attack power at all. It is hard to imagine that she used to protect her husband from being pushed to public opinion and turning into a super fierce little wild cat.

"Baby comes to open the door."

Huo Mushen louderly seduced, and Xiao Jiaojiao, who coaxed himself, opened the door.

Xiao Jiaojiao reluctantly held the door handle, spinned gently, and was a little curious. In the huge glass top room, why Huo Moshen built another house.

The moment she held it, the touch was a bit weird.

Until completely pushed away, he heard a hits, and the room was piled up with gardenia flowers, which shocked her again.

"Do the baby like it?" The man asked her ears.

"This is, really?"

Song Ci was excited again, and even the words were not good.

Huo Mu's eyes were dark and deep, and handed the gardenia to Song Ci's lips.

Song Ci's pink tongue licked on the petals of gardenia flowers and cried excitedly, "It is strawberry."

"Xiao Ci Bao tasted this again."

Huo Mohen handed over one again, Song Ci took over and licked. Is it? "

"Yes, it's all possible." Huo Mohen gave a positive answer.

Song Ci heard the words, excitedly turned around in the room.

Huo Mohen deliberately spread the soft blanket in order to let Song Ci jump his feet. Don't be tripped by the blanket.

Song Ci carefully raised a sip of the table, and it was a strong fragrant chocolate.

She laughed happily, even her ears were red, and the flesh on her face moved, and she ran to Huo Mohen with happiness.

"Husband and husband, can you really eat it here? Are you chocolate?"

"All chocolate, the careful liver for my family."

He wanted to give her early, but Qin Sheng was delayed for too long.

Now, no one prevents him from giving him a chocolate house to his little Jiaojiao.

Song Ci squatted down and carefully saw the paintings on the wall. Even the texture was carved so detailed, and the eyes were full of surprises. "Are you carved out?"

"Yes."

"Where do you get so much time?"

Song Ci distressed Huo Mushen.

Huo Mu Shen held her shoulders, "I had time to sculpt a little before, letting people transport secretly. I fight again at once, be careful of the liver, I will give it to you."

Song Ci smiled with his eyebrows, drilled into his arms, hooked his neck with his arms, "Huo Mohen, you are really good to me."

"You are my wife, I am not good to you, who else is good to you?" Huo Mu sank bowed his head and kissed the corner of her eyes.

Torture, husband.

Song Ci's cheeks flushed.

She looked up and extended her hand over, "Well, lend you my hand!"

Huo Mo Shen bowed his head and glanced back, holding her little fist, "Not in a hurry, and then returned to me at one time."

Song Ci was so popular again that he didn't dare to look up.

Huo Mohen knew that Song was thin and his face was thin, and he posted it, "The heart and liver look up, let her husband kiss."

Song Ci was obedient and obeyed his head, and the soft lips were put on a thin jelly lip.

After two lips, Song Ci asked unevenly: "Huo Mohen."

"Um?"

"Does chocolate have a shelf life? Will it be broken immediately, can I live in the Chocolate House? Can I eat a chocolate table a day in the future?"

After seeing Song Ci in the small chocolate house, it was almost all of them. Chocolate pillows, chocolate beds, chocolate ... everything is in line with Song Ci.

Huo Mu Shen will ask his wife's joy.

He touched her raised little belly, and his eyes were clear and gentle: "No, you can eat too much of your throat, there will be tooth decay. It doesn't matter if you can't eat chocolate. We can keep it permanently.

If what I like in the future, I will do it for you again. "

Song Ci will still have it after hearing it. This time, I nodded in a busy manner, "That husband, can I eat gardenia flowers today?"

"Yes, all kinds of flavors, what you like to eat, I do whatever you like, I have done it." Huo Mu Shen Xi sat on the carpet, his eyes followed Song Ci, and his eyes were looking at Song Ci

There are always spoils and tenderness.

In his life, the few gentleness and pets were all at the moment Song Ci was born, and he gave her alone!

Song Ci was born for him!

Add a rainbow to his black and white color!

He remembered that he had a heavy story about Song Ci, and he felt painful in his heart.

He didn't want to, but heartache.

After a moment, he laughed at himself, but felt that even if Song Ci really trampled his sincerity on the ground and squeezed it, he would not care.

In the next life, the next life, eternal life and eternal life, he will all have Song resignation.

Song Ci also licked the gardenia on the chocolate's relief vase. I think the sweetness of this life is not the same. This is no different from soaking in the honey jar.

She touched her belly, raised her little feet and ran back, sat down with one butt, "Brother Shen, you are so good."

When Huo Mushen saw a small face in front of him, everything in his heart was dispersed.

He hooked his lips faintly: "Just like it."

He is not born to cook, nor can he be perfect every time he cooks, but Song Ci was born with fragile stomach, and he was poisoned in his mother's body. Only after careful coquettishness, he grew up to now.

He will never allow anyone to take away his wife who raised him from birth.

no way!

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Chapter completed!