4 Smelling the smell of her bellyband, it got hard again_After traveling through the book, the Prime Minister made my legs go soft
While cooking, she saw Ji Sang washing her bellyband through the window. A shy smile suddenly appeared on her charming face, and a happy chuckle escaped from her throat. Wen Zheng just walked in from outside and saw the old woman having fun alone. He walked over and looked out along her line of sight, "What are you looking at?"
Wen Li was startled, "Old man, why did you come into the room without making any noise?"
Wen Zheng glanced at her raised buttocks, reached out and grabbed them and squeezed them twice, "You didn't steal anyone, what are you afraid of?"
Wen Li's buttocks subconsciously tilted upwards because of his squeezing, "Wen Zheng... just now... I saw Ji Sang washing his bellyband, and there was blood on it. Can you... rest assured now?"
They were all experienced people, so of course they knew what the blood meant.
Wen Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and he chuckled, "Well, don't worry, I knew this kid inherited my genes. How could it be like they said, our son is just a nerd?"
Wen Li couldn't help but glared at him, "What did he inherit?"
The content is not finished, continue reading on the next page. Wen Zheng laughed, pressed his body against her waist and pushed forward, leaning close to her ear and saying, "What do you think?"
Wen Li immediately felt the tingling in her lower back, and reached out to push him, "Old pervert, the child is still here!"
Wen Zheng didn't do anything to Wen Li, just kissed her on the cheek, and the couple started cooking while talking and laughing.
Half an hour later.
Ji Sang and Wen Jian were called to have lunch.
The four sat together.
Ji Sang didn't dare to look up at Wen Jian, and Wen Jian lowered his head with a gloomy face and just focused on eating.
The atmosphere between the newlyweds was inexplicably strange.
The old couple was confused, but they could only watch. Wasn't it what they thought?
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After entering the book, the Prime Minister's legs softened
Historical FictionThis story is not my own the story belongs to Author: Jiuniang Yuanzi warning it is a machine translation story. ... After I traveled through the book, my legs were softened by the Prime Minister. Biquge, After I traveled through the book, my legs w...
