The movie star's dumb little milk bag

Yuan Qiao took a shower in the afternoon, and it was delicious. Fu Zhiyan was thrown into his arms, holding the baby in his arms, feeling mixed feelings.

Compared with surprise and happiness, he was more touched at this time.

Ever since he met Yuan Qiao, he was like facing a soft animal, constantly reminding himself to slow down and be patient.He always thought that he was working hard to help Yuan Qiao slowly overcome the obstacles in his heart, but he didn't know that Yuan Qiao was also advancing for him where he could not see.

"Baby," Fu Zhiyan patted Yuan Qiao on the back lightly: "I will always be with you, trust me."

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and soon there was a violent storm. Accompanied by bursts of thunder, Yuan Qiao didn't want to go back to the room to sleep alone, but she was too embarrassed to speak up, so she huddled in Fu Zhiyan's arms and remained motionless.

"It's too late, you should go to bed early now, the doctor will come to help you change your medicine tomorrow," Fu Zhiyan persuaded in a low voice, "Go to bed soon, okay?"

"Okay," although she agreed with her mouth, but her body was very honest, Yuan Qiao still grabbed Fu Zhiyan's clothes and did not let go.

Looking at the pillow that Yuan Qiao held in his arms just now, Fu Zhiyan understood, and barely suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's too late, why don't you just sleep here, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Yuan Qiao pointed to the two-meter-wide bed, blushing: "The bed is very big..."

The little cutie in his arms had already talked to this point, and Fu Zhiyan would not refuse, so he put Yuan Qiao's pillow on the side of the bed, and said with a smile, "Then go to sleep."

Yuan Qiao obediently climbed onto the bed, and lay quietly on the side. He only hugged a pillow and came over, lying on the bed with hands and feet neatly, waiting for Fu Zhiyan to cover him with a quilt.

Fu Zhiyan was like a little girl with a beloved plush toy, carefully pulling the quilt up to Yuan Qiao's chin, leaning down to get close to Yuan Qiao's small face.

Yuan Qiao was already nervous, but suddenly an enlarged version of his handsome face appeared in front of him, he closed his eyes tightly reflexively, then opened them quickly, looking at Fu Zhiyan with a blushing face.

Seeing Yuan Qiao's red apple-like face, Fu Zhiyan smiled lightly, and asked softly, "Honey, I want to kiss you, is that okay?"

Why do you ask this kind of question!

Yuan Qiao blushed even more, nodding or shaking his head, but the questioner was still waiting for his answer seriously.

"Dear, kiss on the mouth?" Yuan Qiao asked blankly.

"Well," Fu Zhiyan suppressed a smile, "Is it okay?"

Yuan Qiao had never kissed before, but he liked his brother and wanted him to kiss him, so he obediently closed his eyes, pursed his mouth, and quietly waited for a kiss to fall.

Fu Zhiyan knelt on one knee beside the bed, propped his elbows on the bed, bent down, and kissed Yuan Qiao's lips lightly.

The superficial kiss obviously did not match Yuan Qiao's psychological expectations. Feeling the warmth of her lips leave, Yuan Qiao immediately opened her eyes and stared at Fu Zhiyan in surprise, as if asking him is this the end?

"Okay, I'm going to sleep soon," Fu Zhiyan rubbed Yuan Qiao's cheeks vigorously, "I'm going to take a shower."

It wasn't that Fu Zhiyan didn't want to, but the warmth of his lower abdomen reminded him not to go too far. In his heart, Yuan Qiao was a little treasure that needed to be cherished and loved.