pregnant with the young master's cub

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a chubby doll, mounded like a scale, sitting on a couch like maitreya buddha.

just after crying, his face was still red, his hands were clenched into fists, his eyes were wide open like grapes, he looked left and right, lin que and yan chi looked at each other, and then looked at the baby together, helpless.

neither of them has any parenting experience, and can only roughly estimate that this child is not very old, but the specific age can not be seen, it is too fat, one year old? two years old? but the trembling flesh on this body is like the fat that has accumulated from three years old cellar.

yan chi scratched his hair, and he was also a little irritable: "what to do?" "i

really invited a buddha from home." lin que lowered his sentence, poked his finger at the child's fat arm, and said, "just put it like this, i just asked about the property, i haven't replied to the letter, it's probably fast."

"done?"

lin que said with a full mouth: "cheng, where can it not be done, you let it go, he can't set off any wind and waves, just this, climbing slower than the turtle, you look at his ass, twisting." the

little baby looked at him and giggled, the saliva flowed, yan chi went over to wipe him clean, his small mouth suddenly, yan chi took a bite, just the finger there, warm and hot.

after finishing the talk, he raised his face and smiled, crawling around on the side of the sofa, short legs resting along the edge, trying to climb down, lin que was quick, dragged his ass, put him on the top, pressed his back, and let him stay on the sofa for a long time.

the child was caught off guard, pressed a solid, face next to the sofa cover that had just been changed, the first time he was treated like this, he felt a little suspicious of life, and after a moment of litigation, he cried softly like a cat.

lin que was at a loss: "i really didn't move him." "press

too hard?"

lin que took off his shirt, checked around, and shook his head after a moment: "nothing is broken, not at all, i just have the strength to clamp a fly." "it's

so squeamish." yan chi commented that in the past, he picked up the child, walked back and forth in the house, and patted it gently, and the crying stopped.

lin que asked him, "how does it feel?" "it's

a bit heavy and noisy." yan chi hugged tired, put him on the sofa, a little curious, "how many pounds do you think he weighs?"

lin que carried it in the past, there was not much such common sense, and shook his head: "i can't estimate it." yan chi's

heart was hung up by this matter, he has been doing things seriously, there is no difficulty but also to create difficulties to face the difficulties, this time is not to estimate the weight of the child, he made a well-off into the end, the previous year at home under the arrangement of marriage and children, after the divorce, although not tuned, barely strong is also a small dad, yan chi's mind looked at him.

he asked lin que to hold the child on his knee, take a video of them with his mobile phone, and then instruct him to expose the child's calves and arms, show it and then ask kang chengduan in a voice: "how old is this child, and he picked it up from above."

kang cheng gave a cry and replied to him: "so fat, where can i pick it up?"

yan chi glanced at lin que and said, "he picked it up." <

kang chengduan giggled and identified for a while, saying that it was probably not yet a full year old, more than ten months old, the weight could not be seen, but it should be overweight, and then he sent a series of voices, asking for credit: "there is one thing that i have forgotten to tell you, my brother helped you a lot when chasing lin que at that time."