Huo Muchen's knuckled fingers touched the tip of her exquisite nose, and spoke softly and dotingly: "My Cibao is so amazing, she really gave birth to a baby."

His jade-like fingers gradually slid down from the tip of her nose, until they slowly stopped on Song Ci's lower abdomen, "It's empty here."

Song Ci touched his belly and nodded, "It is indeed empty. After all, the baby has already come out."

Huo Muchen raised the corners of his lips, smiled very seductively, and said meaningfully: "Xiao Ci, do you want to be full again?"

Song Ci suddenly looked at Huo Muchen with a strange expression.

Huo Muchen had a handsome face, but under his gentle eyelids there was a rippling spring color.

She raised her delicate eyebrows, her brows filled with provocation, and her lips opened slightly: "Why are you so full?"

The moment he finished speaking, his long arm suddenly stretched out, completely pulling Song Ci away from the cradle.

Song Ci sat down on Huo Muchen's lap and subconsciously hugged his neck, "Huo Muchen, I'm not even out of confinement yet."

"Xiao Ci is thinking wrongly."

"Then it's obviously you who seduced me!" After Song Ci finished speaking, he buried his little face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment, rubbing it back and forth like a shy little cat, but deliberately not coming out, "Huo Muchen, what do you want?

Take full responsibility.”

"Have I not always taken full responsibility?" Huo Mu lowered his eyes, unable to block the overflowing affection in his eyes, "Little kitten, come here and give me a kiss."

The driver driving in front had goosebumps all over the place. Mr. Huo spoke so dotingly and gently.

When Song Ci heard Huo Muchen's sultry words of endearment, his heart and bones melted together.

She lay in Huo Muchen's arms like a boneless person, kissed the man's cheek, "I kissed you, are you satisfied?"

"Only one kiss?" Huo Muchen stretched out his smooth cheek, "Xiao Ci, you can't treat me favorably."

"Only one side, unless..."

"Those who make conditions are not good babies." Huo Mu lowered his head and kissed her thin pink lips.

Song Ci's plan to get sugar was discovered by Huo Muchen, and he suddenly felt confident, "I'm not a good boy to begin with."

"Then what are you, huh?" Huo Muchen's eyes suddenly held a hint of pressure.

Song Ci's aura was immediately suppressed, and he shrank into a small ball, as soft as cotton that would fall apart when touched. He grinned: "I am Brother Shen's little kitten."

When such tempting words came out of Song Ci's mouth, Huo Muchen's expression suddenly darkened, giving rise to layers of enchantment.

His fingers grasped her slender waist, and there was a hint of helplessness in his smile: "That's why I do this because you are convinced."

Song Ci's eyes flew back and forth, focusing all his attention on Huo Muchen's chest, "Whoever gave birth to me will be your wife."

This sentence successfully made Huo Muchen laugh.

"Yes, yes, you will be my wife when you are born, so I really can't do anything to you." Huo Muchen raised her nose, "Then, can I also fulfill my husband's benefits in a while?"

"No benefits, do you want sandbag fists?" Song Ci did not eat the sweet candy, raised his fierce little fist and hit Huo Muchen's eyes, but only touched Huo Muchen's eyes.

Mu Chen's eyelashes didn't really cause any big wounds to Huo Muchen. Besides, Song Ci didn't dare to really hit them, let alone let them go.

Huo Muchen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't you hit me? Just beat me to death."

Beat Huo Muchen to death?

Don't dare to think about it.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I dare not think about it."

"I'll beat you to death."

"good."

Huo Muchen patted her kitten's head.

When the photo continued, Song Ci was still rubbing his palm, and muttered casually: "The main reason is that I can't be beaten to death."

"Inform the kitchen that I want to eat cat stew tonight." Huo Muchen said firmly.

The driver was stunned for a moment, but immediately picked up his cell phone and called the kitchen in Chaomu Residence.

When Song Ci heard that Huo Muchen was about to boil him into a pot, he suddenly became angry and hit Huo Muchen on the chest several times, "You are the only one who always bullies me. I don't want to play with you anymore."

"If you don't play with me, who else do you want to play with?"

"I play with Xiao Suiyu." Song Ci realizes that he can't play with Huo Muchen, but can't he still play with Jing Suiyu?

Huo Muchen smiled hoarsely: "You can't play with him."

"Why?" Song Ci asked with raised eyebrows.

"Bu Yan has made a reservation." Huo Muchen lifted the person up and moved the baby cradle at his feet with the toe of his shoe.

Pleasant: "...I really blocked Q!"

Song Ci pressed against his chest, full of doubts, her delicate eyebrows arched, and asked completely incomprehensibly: "Bu Yan wants to play first?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Song Ci said generously: "Then let him play first! He can play with me after he finishes playing. After all, he was born by me. I can play with him as long as I want."

People-pleaser: "It's completely tied to Q!"

When the driver heard his wife's childish remarks, he felt that they were similar to those of his three-year-old niece in his kindergarten, asking his parents to give her a little brother to play with.

Huo Muchen frowned, but his voice was still low and gentle: "Ci Bao, is it because I didn't buy you Barbie toys when you were a child that you like playing with toys so much?"

"You didn't buy me anything when I was a child." When Song Ci was a child, she didn't have any Barbie dolls, only a stuffed doll, which Huo Muchen handmade for her.

Thinking of this, Song Ci opened his mouth and asked: "You made one for me before, are you now..."

"Don't even think about it." Huo Muchen knew what Song Ci wanted to say before she spoke, "Do you have a biased impression of me, that's why you think I'll make you a puppet and be a charmer?"

Do.

Don’t even think about it, I will just do it for you, he shouldn’t even think about it.”

"If you don't do it, just do it. Xiao Suiyu is still here, and you are so ruthless. You are not afraid that he will hold grudge against you after hearing about it and take revenge on you when he grows up!"

Song Ci has a certain style.

But she knew in her heart that this situation would never happen.

Huo Muchen continued without mercy on Song Ci: "He can't beat him, even if it takes another thirty years.

and……"

"And what?" Song Ci discovered that Huo Muchen had become bad recently, and he always liked to tell the truth.

"Besides, Bu Yan has made a reservation to raise him, so we don't need to raise him for the time being."

"ah?"

Huo Muchen's tone was relaxed and melodious, and he said quietly: "I am quite poor. I can only support a wife, but I cannot afford to raise children."

Song Ci: "..."

What reason is this!

"That's really good for Bu Yan, just in case..."

"No chance, he will take good care of him if he wants to get married." Huo Muchen hugged him tightly, raised him in front of him, and looked at him face to face, "Ci Bao, I don't have the heart to bring another one. The family now needs two.

I can only take care of you, the child I’m taking care of, and I can’t share more time with you.”

Huo Muchen brought up Song Ci and understands the hard work of raising children.

After such hard work, it was enough for him to take care of Song Ci.

Whoever wants the rest can want it!

Huo Muchen thought just in time. When he returned to Chaomu Residence, the housekeeper specially ordered people to decorate the entire villa in pink and tender colors. He also tied up various raffia flowers and decorated the entire villa with pink and tender balloons.

It turned into an energetic little public move. It never passed, woo woo.
Chapter completed!