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1.5 beloved wife

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    ? On a cold night in early winter, I picked up the child, and my wife took me by the hand, and the family returned to their small home cuddled together.

    The child actually fell asleep in my arms. I put the child gently on her crib. My wife came over to warm the quilt for the child and undressed the child.  My wife often said that this is up to me, and I fell asleep like a pig.

    I quietly lurked behind, grabbed the part that was swollen due to breastfeeding, and gently kneaded it.  My wife immediately took my restless hand away and turned around: "Okay, don't hate me anymore,"

    Remembering the phone call that woke her up: "Why do you think of eating boiled mutton today?"

    Ah, I was stunned for a moment, thinking of Luo Jie, I distanced myself from my wife as if I had done something wrong.  "Oh, I just suddenly thought that you haven't eaten for a long time, so I want to eat."

    My wife smiled: "Don't be so sweet, just say what you want to eat, why are you still dragging me." After finishing speaking, I went to the bathroom by bypassing me.

    ? When I came back, I saw me lying on the bed and constantly changing the TV channel. I stared at him: "When I get home, I will lie down and make a pot of hot water. I will use it later."

    I jumped out of bed eagerly, "Yes, wife!" I pretended to be cheerful and ran to the kitchen.

    After everything is done, I went to my wife to report back. She was sorting out the clothes. The clothes that needed to be washed by hand were taken out and put into the laundry tub, and the rest were put into the washing machine.  Noticing that I was standing there in a daze, I said, "Go and take off your dirty pants, I'll do the laundry in a while." After a pause: "Don't go to bed with dirty clothes in the future, the sheets are all dirty, and you don't wash them.  "I should go back to the bedroom."  He took off his pants and put them on the round stool at the door, and continued to lie down and watch TV blankly.

    My eyes wandered, and I paused at the wedding photo hanging above the TV. In the "painting", my wife was fascinated by her smile.

    After two hours of mirror decal yellow, my wife reappeared, astonishing as heaven.  When I was dealt with in five minutes, I was extremely upset and murmured to my wife: I finally understand why women have a special liking for wedding photos.  Here, the inequality between men and women is too explicit interpreted by makeup artists.

    The cutest panda eyes after removing makeup, pouted and asked me what to do, I suppressed a smile and said that this is the price of smug beauty.

    It was covered all the way home, and it took many washes to restore it to its original shape.

    I really miss that gentle and lovely wife.

    A burst of rapid chirping interrupted my thoughts forcibly, and then my wife yelled loudly: "The water is boiling!"

    I jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen, muttering: "Hedong Lion Roar!"

    My wife rushed over and questioned me with a smile: "What are you talking about!" I smiled all over my face: "No, no, I didn't say anything."

    Fill the water bottle and hug her back to the bedroom.  Passing by the bathroom, she was still twisting her body pretendingly and stubbornly: "I still have clothes to wash, so you're fine, just take them off and forget about them."

    I picked it up at once, blocked the small mouth that was still opening and closing with my mouth, ran into the room, and gently spread it on the bed. My tongue was already entangled, and my wife let out a happy moan.

    A ray of warmth covered my cheeks, I woke up from the dream, and saw my wife's blush and beauty staring at me: "Get up." I pulled my hands out of the quilt, put my arms around her, and tried to catch those lips.  She evaded and ordered softly: "Shut up, what time is it, get up."

    Glanced at the clock, it was seven o'clock, let go of her, got up, and remembered that I could really go to work today, adding a sense of fulfillment to my heart.

    The wife got up and ran away to disturb the sound sleep of the child.  The little guy is not like my Zhiqu, still sleeping sweetly.

    After washing up, he ran into the kitchen, where poached eggs, milk and toast were laid out on the dining table.  Happiness feels so good!

    Pounced on the food full of affection, looked at his wife with satisfaction: "Nutritious enough, do you think I sweat too much, Bubu" is still molesting.  The wife reprimanded shyly: "You're still poor, you're going to be late, and you won't be able to stop you from eating."

    When going out for the first time, he turned his head and kissed his wife's warm lips softly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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