Vicious Male Raising Cubs Online

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Tan Qing followed He Mingyu and climbed into the back seat of the car, then turned around and pulled the backpack to the front, yawning greatly.

Tan Ji Ji who was sitting in He Mingyu's arms also yawned exactly the same as Tan Qing, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes sleepily, and then looked at Tan Qing unblinkingly.

The cub was still very young, swaying in the back seat.

Seeing that Tan Qing had no intention of moving, He Mingyu had to reach out and hug Tan Jiji again: "He sleeps by himself every night?"

Tan Qing changed a comfortable sitting position, and while thinking about new ways to make money tomorrow, she defended herself: "I am definitely not so irresponsible! I tell him bedtime stories every day."

From contact with children to the present, He Mingyu hasn't met Tan Qing even if he looks like a parent with a child.

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When hearing the bedtime story, He Mingyu rarely felt that Tan Qing had some conscience.

He Mingyu gently patted his back and talked, and said softly: "Your little dad is going to tell you a story. After listening, he will sleep well, okay?"

The boy didn't know whether he understood or not, he stretched out his chubby fingers and put them in his mouth.

He Mingyu wrapped his hands: "You can't eat your hands, it's unhygienic."

"Cut, what's unhygienic?"

Tan Qing tilted her head to watch He Mingyu's education talk, and retorted in disagreement, "Isn't it clean after licking? It's convenient and fast."

When he was a little fox without cultivating, his parents taught him to lick his paws.

In order to verify the authenticity of what she said, Tan Qing raised a finger casually and opened her lips slightly.

His fingers are different from the whispering and plump little fingers. They are soft, white and slender, trimmed neatly and roundly.

The knuckles slowly invaded, gradually sinking into the soft and moist lips.

Then he was held by the red lips.

After a while, he pulled it out again slowly.

He Mingyu even saw the moist wet spots on the fingertips, like water marks brought out by the time of ambiguity.

Tan Qing is now a mortal body after all. From the morning to Shengjing Entertainment to the night market stalls, after a day of non-stop running around, she is really tired.

He leaned lazily on the leather seat, his voice somewhat dumb: "Look, clean?"

He Mingyu's gaze stayed on the white fingertips, and it took a long while to say in a low voice: "The child is still next to him, what a fool."

Tan Qing: "???"

He was just a demonstration, where was he messing around.

The friendly science popularization was interrupted mercilessly by He Mingyu. Tan Qing was very sad, leaning on the edge of the back seat more and more wilted, and yawned again.

He Mingyu sat for a while, and couldn't help but look at Tan Qing next to him.

Then I found that Tan Qing seemed to be no longer ready to tease him.

Is it because it was rejected just now?

He Mingyu couldn't help but wonder if what he had just said was serious. After thinking about it, he found a new topic: "What stories do you usually tell him?"