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He Tiantian did not deny her husband's words.

"Yes, there is not only friendship with Qi Zhengmin, but also family affection." He Tiantian said, "Anyway, you don't understand the matter between women, so you won't tell you."

"If you don't say it, then do it." Ho Yingjie was a little perfunctory when he heard He Tiantian's tone, and was unhappy, showing off his sense of existence.

He Tiantian was in a good mood today. She was not as shy as usual. Instead, she was able to let go, relax her body, and wait for Ho Yingjie to touch her.

Ho Yingjie smiled evilly and stretched out Changshou and took out a bottle of chrysanthemum wine from the drawer.

This was hidden secretly during the Mid-Autumn Festival before, and I haven't enjoyed it, so I can use it today.

Huo Yingjie took a sip, then kissed He Tiantian, and brought the rich and mellow wine in his mouth to He Tiantian's mouth.

Every time I feed it, it is a sweet kiss.

After a while, He Tiantian blushed, her movements became more charming and seductive, her body became softer, and even her voice became cute and charming.

The wine bottle was empty and was thrown under the bed by Ho Yingjie.

After that, there was another layer of urgent and dense kiss.

"Well..." He Tiantian's face was hot, her face was as bright as a peach blossom. She was so burned by Ho Yingjie's enthusiasm that she unconsciously let out a charming moan.

After being drunk, He Tiantian enthusiastically made Ho Yingjie happy.

The numb feeling that surged from the base of her tongue instantly walked all over her body.

She was wearing home clothes, and Ho Yingjie easily penetrated into her clothes.

Warm and soft skin, firm and elastic, makes people linger and intoxicated.

When the people under him were about to turn into a pool of spring water, Ho Yingjie left his bright lips and moved down...

Slim neck, graceful collarbone, fair and angry skin.

It makes people love each other in a while, but they can't let go of it.

"Yingjie..." He Tiantian's voice seemed to drip out of water, so soft that it made her bones seem to be slimmer. "Don't torture me anymore, hurry up...... hurry up......"

When Huo Yingjie heard He Tiantian's urging, he squeezed the warmth and softness. He heard Lin Shufen's moan and laughed twice. Follow He Tiantian to climb to the peak of Yunyu, enjoying the release of love and passion.

I don’t know how long it took, He Tiantian knew it was very comfortable, but she was also very tired. However, she no longer had the energy to remind Ho Yingjie to pick up the wine bottle from the bottom of the bed and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

The next morning, Ho Yingjie and He Tiantian were woken up by the voice of their mistress.

Alas, this naughty child is more on time than a big rooster crowing. He wakes up at around six o'clock every morning, and then ignores him and he cries.

A very naughty child.

Huo Yingjie knew that He Tiantian was tired and whispered: "Stay sleeping, I'll go over."

Now someone makes breakfast. If someone doesn’t come here, He Tiantian will not make breakfast now.

"Brother Yingjie is so nice." He Tiantian showed her head, said pretty, then hurried under the quilt and continued to sleep.

Even if she couldn't sleep, she wanted to lie in the bed for a while.

Ho Yingjie chuckled, put on his home clothes, and went to his son's room next door.

The brat was angry and threw all the quilt and blankets on the ground.

Huo Yingjie smiled, squinted his eyes, took out the clothes He Tiantian had prepared last night, put on Huo Ruifeng, put on his shoes, Huo Ruifeng was about to run out, but was pulled by Huo Yingjie.

"Pick up the quilt and pillow on the ground." Ho Yingjie did not smile as hard as before and had a serious face. Today I will teach my mistress a lesson.

"Where is Mom?" The mistress was angry when she saw her father, and changed the subject, but she didn't pick up things on the ground.

"Pick it up." Huo Yingjie whispered, blocking the door.

Ho Yingjie looked serious. If Huo Ruifeng didn't pick it up, Ho Yingjie wouldn't let him go out.

"I miss my mother." Huo Ruifeng felt that his mother was good. As long as he cried, his mother would meet his requirements.

"Pick it up."

"I'm thirsty."

"Pick it up."

“I…I’m hungry.”

"Pick it up."

“I…I want to pee…”

"Pick it up."

Huo Ruifeng said many excuses, but all of them were replied by Huo Yingjie as "picking up".

Huo Ruifeng's stubborn temper also rose, covering his eyes and burst into tears.

"Dad is bad, dad is bad... I want mom......" Huo Ruifeng wanted to rush over dad, but hit his dad.

"Pick it up." Ho Yingjie still said the same thing.

Huo Ruifeng thought that his crying could attract his mother, Grandma Wang, brothers and sisters, but now they seemed to have not heard of it, and no one came over.

Only dad is at the door.

"Dad, I'll pick it up later." Two-year-old Huo Ruifeng was eloquent and negotiated terms with his father.

"Pick it up." Ho Yingjie didn't laugh or get angry.

Cry, cry, anyway, he sets up a barrier, and others can't hear it.

If this kid doesn't teach a lesson, he will be lawless if he can get out of the house and remove the tiles in the future.

After being stared at by my father like this, I cried for a while, and without "reinforcements", Huo Ruifeng stopped crying, and honestly picked up the quilt and pillow and placed it on the small bed.

"Dad, I'll go out." Huo Ruifeng said, tears are only useful to mothers, but not to fathers.

"Will you still waste other people's labor results in the future?" Ho Yingjie asked, squatting down and looking at his son in a straight line. He did not respect other people's labor results, and he was destined to be a prodigal son in the future.

He can't tolerate such things.

"But no one is with me." Huo Ruifeng didn't think he was wrong.

"Your brother and sister will not cry when you wake up in the morning, nor will you lose your temper, nor will you throw the quilt and pillow on the ground." Huo Yingjie's distance shows that fortunately, his son and daughter set a good example for the mistress.

"But... But... But......" Huo Ruifeng couldn't find a rebuttal, yes, his brother and sister wouldn't cry.

"If you cry, you will be laughed at by others and you will be embarrassed." Ho Yingjie said.

Huo Ruifeng wrinkled his nose and said shyly, "Okay, dad, I won't cry anymore, but I want my mother to come and accompany me."

That's my wife, I want to accompany me!

"Ahem!" Huo Yingjie was not easy to say to his son, so he had to change the topic, "Don't you want to practice kung fu? Get up and I'll teach you."

"Is it just like Shaolin Temple?" Huo Ruifeng watched the movie with the adults, and remembered the monk who was humming and humming with a stick.

"Uh, it's almost the same." Ho Yingjie couldn't explain it. After all, his son was too young, so let's talk about it when he was older.

"Yeah, then I'll learn." Huo Ruifeng nodded, "Dad, let's start."
Chapter completed!