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    Seeing that her son is so sensible, Wen Yan, as an old mother, is very relieved, but if Mo Tingchen had half of Xiaotuanzi enlightened in his early years, she wouldn't have fallen in love with him so late.

    Back at Mu's house, Xiao Tuanzi had already fallen asleep, and was carried upstairs by Mark Tingchen.

    Wen Yan asked Mama Liu to help bring in the contents of the trunk of the car. Jiang Yanyan saw it and stepped forward to help: "Let me do it."

    Wen Yan noticed that Jiang Yanyan was wearing her clothes, she was a little displeased, she was not used to anyone wearing her clothes except Chen Mengyao: "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

    Jiang Yanyan seemed to have just remembered: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I forgot to bring pajamas when I came back, so I found yours to wear, do you mind? I didn't enter your room  , I asked Mother Liu to help me. If you mind, I will go out later and buy you a new set."

    Liu Ma also echoed: "Yes, I helped her get it."

    It's hard for Wen Yan to say anything: "It's okay, you can wear it, I'll ask Mama Liu to bring you another set later, and don't go out during this time, so as not to cause trouble."

    Jiang Yanyan obediently agreed, and diligently helped move all the things upstairs, and stopped at the door of Wen Yan's bedroom without going in: "Then I'll go to bed first, sister, you should also go to bed earlier."

    Wen Yan was really not used to Jiang Yanyan being so obedient, so she closed the door with a casual answer.

    Mark Tingchen settled Xiaotuanzi in the baby room, Wen Yan was also tired, so he didn't care about it, so he went to take a bath first.

    When Mark Tingchen came out of the baby room, he bumped into Jiang Yanyan head-on. Seeing the familiar pajamas on Jiang Yanyan, he stopped in his tracks: "Her pajamas don't suit you."

    Jiang Yanyan explained: "I've already told my sister that I can only wear her clothes temporarily, and I didn't bring back pajamas. Are you unhappy that I wear her clothes?"

    Mark Tingchen didn't speak, and walked past her back to the room.

    Jiang Yanyan stood there for a moment, the loss in her heart came like a tsunami, she was once treated tenderly in his arms, but now, even looking at him is a luxury.

    When Wen Yan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Mark Tingchen was sitting on the chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze, and he was not allowed to smoke. He still liked to sit there, and he didn't know what was wrong.

    Wrapped around a bath towel, she urged: "Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed, it's getting late, the company still has something to do tomorrow."

    Mark Tingchen stood up slowly and went to the bathroom: "I don't like other people wearing your clothes."

    Wen Yan sighed: "What can I do? She is still wearing my favorite pajamas."

    He turned his head to look at her, with a slight aggrieved tone in his tone: "That set is also my favorite."

    Wen Yan'puchi' laughed: "Do you like the lace on the top? Apart from a little lace, there is nothing to arouse your bad taste, right?" Her pajamas were quite conservative, with short sleeves.  The length of the skirt is a little above the knee, and it still has a round neck.

    He raised his eyebrows and said, "No, that pajamas has the shortest skirt among all your pajamas."

    Wen Yan's head is full of black lines. Since this is what he pays attention to, it turns out that what men like is alluring

    After washing off the tiredness of the day, the two hugged each other and lay on the bed, Wen Yan felt a little drowsy.  Someone let her sleep like this without intending to: "I've spent a lot of time at night, and I want to sleep now? I haven't done anything yet."

    She rubbed her cheek against his chest: "But I'm really sleepy."

    For men, once they have an idea, it is not so easy to interrupt it.  Mark Tingchen untied the towel on her body nimbly with his fingers: "It's okay, you'll feel refreshed soon, I don't believe you can still sleep like this."

    She complied with him half-heartedly, and what he said was right, she soon regained her spirits, and the brain cells that had been quiet were gradually reactivated under his strong offensive wave after wave.

    When the atmosphere was getting strong, he suddenly stopped, looking at her distraught appearance with scorching eyes.

    She was really uncomfortable being looked at by him, and she raised her hand to cover her chest: "What are you looking at?"

    He lowered his body, clinging to hers, and said in a hoarse voice: "I really want to go crazy once again, you don't know how charming you are now."

    She wondered, isn't it crazy enough now?  She thought it was enough, but dissatisfaction clearly appeared in his eyes.

    She bit her lips shyly: "Come on Let me see how crazy you can be"

    With her consent, he no longer has any scruples.

    Wen Yan only felt like a flat boat on the sea, being swayed violently by the wind and waves, one huge wave after another.?Let her be afraid that she will be swallowed up at any time, and there is a thrill that she has never experienced before in her panic.

    Early the next morning.

    When Mark Tingchen got up and took a shower, he always moved his body from time to time, as if he felt uncomfortable.

    With a toothbrush in his mouth, Wen Yan rubbed his shoulders for him: "Are your shoulders sore from being tired?"

    He glanced at her ambiguously: "I have to trim your cat's paws for you sooner or later. I feel a burning pain on my back. I don't know if the skin is broken."

    Wen Yan's face flushed, and he slapped him on the back, "Fuck you, who made you" Who made him go crazy last night?  He was inappropriate, and she was also inappropriate. A few scratches shouldn't be too serious.

    But when she lifted up his clothes and looked at his back, she couldn't help but gasp, what kind of skin is he?  It was as brittle as paper, and after just a few scratches, the bloodstains looked shocking, as if it had been tortured.  Obviously, it wasn't how deep and ruthless the wound was, it was just that the reaction on the surface of the skin was more frightening.

    Seeing that her expression was not right, Mark Tingchen asked, "What's the matter? Did you grab it badly? It's okay, and it doesn't really hurt. I'll be fine in two days."

    She took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, not daring to tell the truth: "It's actually not serious" It just looked scary.

    Wen Yan frowned cautiously when he saw him changing clothes, knowing that he might really be a bit harsh, mainly because he couldn't stand the toss, his skin was tenderer than hers, what could she do?  She tentatively asked, "How about I put some medicine on your back?"

    He refused without even thinking about it: "What kind of medicine are you applying? The smell of medicine on your body is so bad."

    After finishing speaking, he was surprised that her reaction was not right: "Aren't you lying to me? I can't see the back Does it look serious? Tell the truth, I won't do anything to you. "

    She took a small mirror and held it up for him to look at himself. After seeing it, his face turned dark: "I didn't feel much pain at the time, and the stamina is really strongI'm going to monitor outside today. The weather is so hot.  I don¡¯t dare to think of what the scene of sweating will be like, you are trying to torture me to death.¡± (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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