Jian Qing put the two little treasures on the bed, helped them dry their hair, and Qiqi and Zijiu rolled happily on the bed.

Under the light, two "little tigers" were hugging each other and rolling, and their delicate little faces made Jian Qing unable to see her.

She sat cross-legged and watched, scratching the two little babies from time to time, making them hug each other and dodge them.

"Mommy, hug."

Nineteen got up from Seventeen, clanged in Jian Qing's direction with his little butt, and rushed into her arms like a tiger.

"You!" The little guy's powerful impact force made Jian Qing fall back. She held him and sat up, lowered her head and rubbed his forehead, "The knees don't hurt anymore, huh?"

"Mommy hugs it, it doesn't hurt." Shijiu said softly.

"Oh, my little mouth is so sweet." Jian Qing chuckled and looked at his crescent eyes that were bent because of his smile, and couldn't help but kiss his pink little face.

"Mommy."

Seeing that Shijiu was being held by Jian Qing, Shijiu also crawled over to join in the fun. His small body squeezed into Jian Qing's arms. Shijiu was not careful and almost squeezed out.

"Okay, mommy is hugging." Jian Qing held one in one hand, and the two little treasures were obediently sitting in her arms, opening and closing their mouths, and kept calling her.

"Seventeen, nineteen, Mommy hasn't come back for so long, it's sad for so long, isn't Mommy very bad? Hum?" Jian Qing looked at the two little treasures' pink and jade-carved faces and said to herself.

Little did they know that the two little babies were smart. Shijiu raised his little head and laughed at her, "Mommy, okay, mommy."

"Mommy, it's not bad, daddy." Shiqi raised his little fleshy hand, patted Jian Qing's hand, and said softly.

Daddy doesn't give him or his nineteenth mother, daddy is bad.

The two little babies sang together, and the sad atmosphere disappeared immediately.

"puff."

Jian Qing was happy and gently pinched the two little treasures' cheeks with his fingertips, "Seventeen, why is Daddy bad? Hum? Daddy loves Seventeen and Nineteen the most. I will help you take a bath, play with you, and make delicious food for you. Daddy is very nice to you."

"Dad, love, mommy!" Shiqi tilted his little head, thought for a while, and then jumped out word by word.

It’s no wonder that Shiqi said this. The biggest reason is that when Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing were joking, Quan Jingwu casually said that his wife was the first and the second, but he didn’t expect that the laughter at that time was remembered by the two little treasures.

"Dad, dear mommy." Shijiu echoed, and Xiaoniyin said angrily, "No, 19, dear mommy."

The little guy spoke more and more casually. Although he jumped out one word at a time, it did not prevent Jian Qing from understanding the meaning of their words.

Her fair cheeks were slightly red and she coughed twice uncomfortably.

She looked up at the closed bathroom door. Seeing that someone had not come out yet, she felt relieved and looked back at the two little treasures, "Seventeenth, nineteenth, don't say this in front of daddy."

In the bathroom, Quan Jingwu held the door handle and heard the conversation between the mother and son outside. He curled his lips and smiled, sweeping away the gloom in his heart for many days.

He twisted gently, opened the door and walked out.

"What are you saying, huh?"

A low voice suddenly rang out, and Jian Qing's back stiffened.

She raised her head and smiled embarrassedly, "Nothing."

"Dadly..."

Nineteen opened his mouth and Jian Qing quickly covered his mouth.

It's just that one can be defended, and there is another one that can't be defended.

"Dadly."

Shiqi said frivolously, Jian Qing met the man's sarcasm smile and quickly turned his head.

The ink-colored nightgown followed the man's movement, and Quan Jingwu walked to the bedside and picked up Shiqi with one hand, haha ​​itchy.

"Missive guy, where is Daddy broken, huh?"

Shiqi was afraid that people would itch him, and his little body twisted around Quan Jingwu, and his eyes were filled with water vapor.

"Bad, bad daddy."

"You two little villains." Quan Jingwu scratched his itch and saw Shiqi and Quan Jingwu playing, Shijiu nestled in Jian Qing's arms, clapping his hands excitedly.

The little guy likes to watch plays, obviously he follows Jian Qing.

In the deserted bedroom, laughter and joy sounded again.

Jian Qing looked down at the little guy in her arms, then looked at the father and son who were playing with each other, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of her red lips.

After coaxing the two little guys to fall asleep, Jian Qing glanced at the person opposite him from the outskirts, and was troubled by the question of where to sleep at night.

Before she could speak, a big hand came across from her. Her slender fingers were like a carefully carved work of art by God, which made her, who was not a hand-controlled person, fascinated.

"It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

The thick and magnetic voice is slightly lowered and looks even more sexy.

Jian Qing looked up at him, and his bottomless purple eyes seemed to be falling from the stars in the Milky Way, dazzling and charming.

Her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, covering up the embarrassment in her eyes.

"However, you sleep with Seventeen and others, I will sleep on the sofa."

Quan Jingwu held her hand tightly, crossed the seventeen two people, and in the blink of an eye, he reached her side, stretched his long arms and pulled the person into his arms.

"no."

The man's iron arms made her unable to break free. Jian Qing looked up at him and used the two little babies as an excuse. "Seventeen and they fell asleep, and they would wake them up later."

Kwon Kyung-wo didn't care, his handsome face buried in her neck, "They were asleep, but I wasn't asleep yet."

“…”

A stream of grass mud horse whizzed past Jian Qing's heart.

He didn't fall asleep and blame her?

Jian Qing raised his hand and pushed his head, "Then you go to sleep."

"If you don't accompany me, I can't sleep." Quan Jingwu said in a low voice, rubbing her white pink neck with her head.

Jian Qing glanced at him, as if she had seen the scene of Shijiu acting coquettishly to her.

It turns out that she has the effect of sleeping pills?

"I'm hot." She pressed against his chest and tried to slightly widen the distance between the two, but was hugged tighter by him.

"I'm cold." A man said lies with his eyes open.

Jian Qing's eyes stagnated, she seemed to have heard this somewhere.

"Stop thinking about it." Seeing that she didn't say anything, Quan Jingwu looked up and saw her frowning. He immediately understood that she was forcing herself to recall the vacant memories, and reached out to press her into her arms, "Sleep well."

The man exuded a pleasant smell of shower gel, which gradually attracted Jian Qing's sleepy insects. She yawned, squinted her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were stained with water vapor.

In a daze, she habitually rubbed her arms around her, and her simple white hands unconsciously wrapped around his strong waist.

The action seemed to have been staged countless times.

Seeing the person in his arms relying on his little movements, Quan Jingwu raised his eyebrows lightly, and the frost in his eyes melted into a pool of spring water.

With a pious kiss, he fell on her smooth forehead. Quan Jingwu raised his lips and raised his eyes lightly. The quiet sleeping faces of the two little treasures reflected in his eyes.
Chapter completed!