Wearing to 70's: I Want To Escape With Cubs

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He slowly rolled his throat and walked towards her with the child in his arms.

As I got closer, the rich pumpkin aroma seemed to have grown legs and penetrated my nostrils.

The second child was so anxious that he reached out and grabbed Song Nianning's head.

Song Nianning was so painful that her hair instantly exploded: "Song Jiaye! You lawless little villain, let's see how I deal with you!"

Song Nianning put down the porcelain bowl with pumpkin puree and turned around to find a weapon. Little Tuanzi didn't know that a disaster was about to happen, and he looked into the little dumpling. He reached out to grab the porcelain bowl that was emitting white smoke.

Shen Yuchuan leaned back, and Xiaotuanzi looked at the bowl getting farther and farther away from him, grinning and crying.

This cry was like stabbing a baby in the nest, and even the eldest child in the master bedroom started howling.

If one little dumpling cries, it can be called cute. If three little dumplings cry together, it will be a disaster.

When Song Nianning heard the cry, she didn't care about taking care of her son, and hurriedly threw away the weapon in her hand.

With a clang, the wooden stick hit the ladle filled with water, knocking it over.

Song Nianning ducked back, but the cool water still splashed on her skirt around her waist, making it wet and clinging to her waist. Her slender waist was clearly visible.

Song Nianning frowned and quickly grabbed a clean rag to wipe it.

Suddenly, there was a sharp and familiar yang energy behind her, instantly surrounding her, and the strong male hormones made her fingers weak.

The rag in her hand was snatched away instantly, and she tilted her head back.

Revealing a face as delicate as a water lotus, with fair and tender skin that can shine, she is more beautiful and charming than an eighteen-year-old girl.

Song Nianning pushed his chest with her soft little fingers, her rose-red lips exhaled like orchid, "Get out of the way, the boss is awake. He must be scared to be alone in the room."

Shen Yuchuan pushed his chest towards her, and he was close to her instantly. Her warm breath was close to her.

His eyes fell on her delicate waist. The wet fabric clung to her, and he could clearly see the soft white skin and slender waist.

He had just tasted the feeling of this small waist last night. It could be climbed or broken, and it was so painful that it penetrated his soul.

His voice was hoarse, "Your clothes are soaked. You are most likely to catch a cold when the season changes. Why are you worried about your children?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. The two little dumplings in his arms seemed to feel the low pressure from their father. The crying stopped instantly.

Tears hung on her little face, like two ignorant geese.

Song Nianning felt that he was making a fuss, but she still felt soft and sweet in her heart.

Her misty peach blossom eyes curled up, "It's okay, I'm going to change clothes now, and you can comfort the child."

She twisted her waist, turned around and walked towards the master bedroom. Shen Yuchuan rolled up his sleeves and said vigorously His arms held the two little dumplings together.

He picked up the porcelain bowl on the side with two fingers, took a small spoon with him, and then walked to the master bedroom easily holding the two small dumplings.