Men, like the reincarnation of starving ghosts, can't be fed no matter how you feed them.

This point, Xiaoyou now feel the most, she felt that his waist is broken, no, no, the whole body is almost broken.

It happened that the man was lying on the table like nobody, eating the Bento she brought, looking at her from time to time and saying, "it's delicious."

Xiao Yao's old face is red, which distorts the meaning of this sentence.

Secretly indignant twisted white ink cold waist hard meat warning way, "I tell you, can't have next time."

"Well, well, no next time." White ink cold perfunctory way, first coax good, convenient next time to eat beautiful meal, have to say, at the moment serious white ink cold unexpectedly think of is this kind of thing.

Xiao you didn't know. He thought his words worked.

Bai Mohan is eating, and he gives her a few mouthfuls from time to time. What's more, Xiao you can only look around. When he looks at the table, his face turns red again. It's just on the table. What's wrong with them?

Patted his face, pretending to be normal, and then really do not want to stay, Xiaoyou said: "I go back first."

Bai Mohan immediately asked him to stay and said, "don't you want to stay with me?"

When the Bento was finished, he put it in the garbage can by himself. Then he went to hold her waist and dawdled like a big coquettish dog.

"Stay, will you?" It is to gather together to rub on her neck again, small you feel the neck is very urticant only, pushed his brain bag to say, "you let go of me."

However, there is no use for birds, she simply kisses up again, and the tiny temperature slowly falls down. Xiaoyou really can't stand it, so she says, "OK, OK, I promise you, I'm going to work soon, you'll stop!"

Since he promised that he would not run away later, Bai Mohan was very happy. He asked her to go to the rest room and get a sleep. When she woke up, she could almost go home.

Small leisurely Leng Ran, "sleep one afternoon of words, that I do at night!"

White Mo Han's smiling face rippling, "at night, what do you think?"

What can be sensed? He can guess with his fingers, just like his yellow unidentified thoughts.

Xiao you didn't want to talk to him. He went directly to the room inside, closed the door and went to sleep.

The company usually leaves work at six o'clock, but there are often overtime to eight or nine o'clock, or even more. After all, the president of their family has not finished work, so they are not good to leave ahead of time.

Besides, there's a salary.

Today is very early. I saw Bai Mohan off work at six o'clock, but I was shocked by a crowd of people. Someone said, how could it be so strange? I don't know who broke it.

"My wife came to pick up the president in person. Can the president go back?"

"I guess it's fun."

"Ha ha, it seems that the president loves his wife."

……

A lot of people are joking, but Bai Mohan doesn't know. At the moment, he is taking Xiaoyou home.

As soon as she entered the door, Mengmeng met her. Xiaoyou's heart was in a mess. She picked up the little cute who had just been holding her leg, kissed her cheek and asked, "how happy I am today."

"I miss my mother." Mengmeng's mouth is very sweet, just like taking him out of a honeypot.

White ink cold not remaining force of sing antipony, "little horse fart essence."

"The father is a big fart, and Mengmeng is the father's son." The little guy's nose is wrinkled. He's singing the opposite tune with Bai Mohan. The happy little you is kissing again.

White Mo Han just wanted to say what was interrupted by Xiao you, "how old people, you care about children."

"Wife..." White ink cold voice puts low, pitiful looking at her, small leisurely in the heart cause trouble, really feel he is very pitiful, obviously is unable to resist.

The little guy is tossing his short legs to come down. Xiaoyou just takes the opportunity not to see it. As soon as he lands on the ground, his cute fat hand points his face and says, "Dad, I'm ashamed."

With that, he ran in.

White ink is cold

"Don't worry about Meng Meng, my dear." Xiaoyou looked everywhere, no one looked here, stood on tiptoe, fell on the white ink cold face, a kiss, shy in.

Bai Mohan is in a good mood and walks with the wind.

As soon as he went in, Mengmeng turned back and took Xiaoyou by the hand, while the other took baimohan by the hand. He said, "Dad, mom, Mengmeng showed you the paintings. Mengmeng painted them himself."

It seems that the little guy should be very satisfied. Of course, the two adults won't make him sad. They agreed simply.

Xia Qiu is not in the studio. Mengmeng goes to get his paintings. Xiaoyou and Bai Mohan have been observing the paintings in the studio.

Li Yafeng, who is a little late, also comes to see Mengmeng's paintings. She is only attracted by the painting in front of her. The man on it is very clear that it is Bai Mohan, while the woman There's no outline. It looks like it's not finished.

You can guess what's going on.

Li Yafeng glances at the reaction of Xiaoyou and baimohan. Baimohan doesn't have any reaction, but Xiaoyou is in a complicated mood.Xia Qiu, who happened to come from the room, came in and saw a group of people in the studio. She asked softly, "Why are you all here?"

No one answered her. Li Yafeng's first reaction was to stare at her. Her eyes made Xia Qiu's heart thump, but her face was still unmoved. She asked, "what's the matter?"

Xiao you looked at Bai Mo Han and the painting. He felt uneasy and flustered, sipping his lips.

When Bai Mohan saw this, he took her waist and gave her peace of mind

Mengmeng's children didn't know, so he took his own painting and came out to see a group of people with serious faces, and immediately stopped talking.

"Mengmeng went back to her room first." Mengmeng is always smart. He can see that the adults have something to do at a glance, so he leaves quickly.

When Mengmeng left, Li Yafeng pointed to the painting and asked, "Miss Xia, can you explain to me what happened to the painting?"

Xia Qiu along the direction of her fingers, her heart thumped, she explained with a smile: "I particularly admire the feelings of Bai and his wife, so this painting, but it has not been completed."

"Do you think I'll believe it?" Leave ya Feng facial expression board, pressure way.

But summer and autumn is not a fuel-efficient lamp. There are tears in my eyes, and I want to cry. "I really paint my wife."

They are just like the Bai family bullying a weak woman. Bai Mohan frowns. He really dares not to compliment the unskilled performance.

Xia Qiu's eyes glanced pitifully at Bai Mo Han from time to time, which made him unable to stay.

Both sides hold different opinions. Xiaoyou doesn't know who to believe. He turns around and asks baimohan to help him out. He doesn't know that baimohan doesn't see her at all. He plays with her hair and has a good attitude that you decide.