Vicious male mate raises cubs online

He Mingyu, who came from a scholarly family, was really no match for Tan Qing's thick skin.

In the end, he had no choice but to bend down, allowing the heavy burden to leap towards him brazenly, shaking like a sloth hugging a tree, and then sweetly leaning towards his ear, exhaling, He whispered in a wicked voice: "Godfather, let's go!"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu's neck was itchy from Tan Qing's breath.

It's like it's not just the neck itching.

It's an itch from the bones when all internal organs are being scratched.

However, Tan Qing was dishonestly rubbing behind him, looking left and right, her two thin, naked legs were wrapped around him.

Looking over from the angle of He Mingyu's lowered head, he could just see the bag on his back with no shoes or socks on his feet.

Tan Qing's skin is fair all over, and the same goes for her feet.

Different from the deformed feet of many people who have been wearing shoes for a long time, each of Tan Qing's toes is crystal clear, and the bones of the feet are also slender and beautiful, without any extra sensuality.

He Mingyu stared at it for a few times before looking away a little embarrassedly.

Tan Qing was riding on He Mingyu, enjoying the condescending pleasure, and did not notice the strangeness of He Mingyu just now.

It's just that after waiting for a long time, the rickshaw didn't start, so I clamped my legs curiously, and urged: "Hurry up and drive!"

In order for her legs to pinch He Mingyu with all her strength, Tan Qing naturally leaned forward again.

The two stood next to each other with almost no distance.

Through the thin pajamas that Tan Qing was wearing, He Mingyu could even feel the shape between his legs.

The little thing wiped off He Mingyu's back following his unreliable master's movements, it was half soft but not hard, as shameless as it could be.

Men in the middle of the night are the most vulnerable to teasing.

He Mingyu took a deep breath, and subconsciously looked at the looseness of his nightgown.

After careful confirmation twice, he was finally relieved, reached out and pressed Tan Qing's buttocks: "Don't mess around, you're not wearing underwear?"

Tan Qing didn't listen to He Mingyu, and happily twisted on his back twice, raised his head and said, "I don't want to wear it, it's so frightening, it affects my bird's development."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu walked out of Tan Jiji's room silently with his big burden on his back, and closed the door carefully: "When I was taking a medical elective course abroad, the professor of related research emphasized to us three times that the male reproductive function It will be very difficult to develop after that.”

The sudden bad news made Tan Qing feel ashamed.

He slumped his head and laid his head on He Mingyu's shoulder, and blew a snot bubble pitifully: "Wow, can Qingqing become the number one in the world, thick and long..."

Before He Mingyu could reply, the two ran into the nanny aunt who had cleaned up the kitchen and living room bathroom, and was about to go back to the nanny's room to sleep.

He Mingyu: "..."

Nanny: "..."

Normally, He Mingyu usually takes Tanjiji with him personally, and the nanny is only responsible for the usual dishwashing and cleaning.

And He Mingyu has always been serious and serious, with an air of no strangers, even Lin Yu who came to pick up He Mingyu from get off work has always been respectful.

Worked here for over two months.

This is the first time that the nanny aunt in her early 40s has seen someone like He Mingyu... acting like a baby?

An awkward atmosphere permeated the silent air.

The nanny wiped her hands with the rag stuffed in her pocket, looked at Tan Qing, and said tentatively: "Mr. Tan, don't worry too much... like the men in our village like to eat sheep penis soup, if you want If you don’t change it, I’ll cook two bowls for you tomorrow, you can eat it?”

Tan Qing's disheartened eyes suddenly brightened again.

He raised his head from He Mingyu's shoulder, and looked longingly at the nanny: "Really?!"

The nanny hurriedly said: "Really, you—"

"fake."

He Mingyu indifferently interrupted the conversation between the two of them, then helped Tan Qing's buttocks to lift him up, and said ruthlessly, "You will be 21 in a few months, and you have already set your shape. It is impossible to grow any longer. , it's time to sleep."

Tan Qing: "..."

The nanny was stunned: "But Mr. He, the lamb whip soup is really..."

He Mingyu glanced at the nanny, and said coldly: "Really?"

nanny:"……"

The nanny glanced at Tan Qing sympathetically, and shook her head insincerely: "Boss He, you are right, Mr. Tan must not be able to grow any longer! It is impossible to grow any longer in this life!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing was carried back to the big bedroom by He Mingyu, humming all the way.

He Mingyu's one-story apartment originally had five bedrooms, each of which was about the same size.

But since his room is connected to the study room next to it, it looks relatively spacious.

The decoration features in the bedroom are exactly the same as that of the living room in the house that Tan Qing just moved into. There is a yellow rosewood chair, an ebony desk, and the most eye-catching is a large ink painting hanging behind the desk in the study.

He Mingyu put Tan Qing on the bed, saw that pair of white and tender feet started to sway up and down again, so he took a pair of new socks that he hadn't worn, squatted down and put them on Tan Qing's feet.

The size of his socks is several sizes larger than Tan Qing's. After wearing them, there is a large space between the thumb and the little finger, like an extra sleeve for an opera.

Tan Qing immediately became more energetic, shaking her socks while singing: "A man who repents of marriage finds another bed, kills his wife and son and loses his conscience..."

He Mingyu: "..."

Liao Xian was a national-level theater performer who was educated in J City. He Mingyu has been with his mother since she was a child and listened to her get up early to practice her voice. She was deeply impressed by several well-known Peking Opera librettos.

This passage happens to be about scolding heartless people.

He Mingyu went into the cloakroom, changed into pajamas, and walked out again.

Walking to Tan Qing's side, she raised her eyelids: "Stop singing?"

Tan Qing folded her feet obediently and put them away, and raised two slender and tender fingers: "I can say a few words."

He Mingyu glanced at Tan Qing, and said calmly: "It's just that, Mom is learning this. If you are interested, let her teach you later."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing quickly got into the quilt and covered herself up, only revealing her bare buttocks.

Then he refused sullenly: "No, no, I don't like learning to sing."

He only learned these two sentences when he was practicing in the old mountain, and the girls who were cheated by the scumbags sang them every day outside his cave.

He Mingyu dug Tan Qing out of the quilt, and pulled down his nightgown to cover his buttocks: "Go brush your teeth and wash your face, you can only sleep when you are clean."

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

He stepped on a pair of gray cotton socks that were two sizes too big, jumped out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom in the bedroom.

The connection between the study and the large bedroom is on the right hand side of the sink.

Tan Qing walked slowly to the door of the bathroom, and suddenly poked her head out to take a look at He Mingyu's study.

Then he turned his head and asked curiously: "Hey, is that painting in your study a plane tree?"

He Mingyu was contacting Lin Yu to ask him to help him postpone tomorrow morning's meeting until the afternoon. He glanced at the study after hearing Tan Qing's words: "Do you recognize it?"

Ink freehand brushwork is different from ink painting.

Freehand brushwork emphasizes interest but not shape. Except for the extremely typical peonies and plum blossoms, such green big-leaved trees, few laymen can recognize what is painted at a glance.

And Tan Qing looks too ignorant on weekdays.

Tan Qing tilted his head and took a second look. He Mingyu's words were also inscribed on the painting: "Yes, the phoenix perched on the phoenix tree, and this is the tree it perched on."

As Tan Qing spoke, she gestured sneakily to He Mingyu: "Let me tell you, don't look at this ugly tree, it's warm enough to burn a fire, it's huge."

Almost provided him with firewood for the whole winter.

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu raised the dial on his wrist helplessly: "10 minutes. If you can't finish washing, you can sleep in the study tonight."

Tan Qing rushed into the bathroom in a flash: "No, no, no, I'll be out in a minute!"

Say 1 minutes is 1 minutes.

Real men just can't drag.

At the first minute and one second, Tan Qing smoothly slipped into He Mingyu's bed with bare feet.

The bed was big enough, but it was a pity that He Mingyu put two quilts on the bed.

And she firmly and persistently refused Tan Qing to get into He Mingyu's bed.

Tan Qing rolled left and right angrily, rolled herself into a fox tube, then poked her head out from under the quilt, and seriously reminded He Mingyu: "It's time to read the story."

He Mingyu: "..."

Tan Qing persistently pulled out a claw from the fox tube: "Read three."

He Mingyu had no choice but to turn around and turn on the bedside lamp again, then picked up the children's book that he had just opened from the table, and flipped to a page at random: "A long time ago in Egypt, there was a fox. I like to eat grapes..."

"Foxes don't eat grapes."

Tan Qing arched her head upwards, and said seriously, "Foxes will get diarrhea if they eat grapes."

He Mingyu glanced at him, sighed, turned the page, and started again: "There is a businessman..."

This time I haven't finished the third sentence yet.

Tan Qing beside her had already closed her eyes obediently, breathing evenly and falling asleep.

The long and curly eyelashes fluttered on the eyelashes, and she turned sideways towards He Mingyu, with her mouth slightly pursed, with a peaceful and peaceful appearance.

He Mingyu quietly put the book back on the bedside table next to him, and said softly, "Tan Qing."

Probably due to the deep sleep, the most eye-catching pair of beautiful eyes are closed on weekdays, and the other equally outstanding facial features have finally regained their due status.

Bright red lips, pointed nose, and curved eyebrows.

He Mingyu stretched out his hand to help Tan Qing push back the broken hair that had been swept to his forehead, and called out again: "Tan Qing?"

Tan Qing slept soundly, looking harmless and innocent.

He Mingyu seemed to hesitate for a long time.

Then he lowered his head slightly and touched Tan Qing's lips.

very soft.

Although He Mingyu was not considered to be a gentleman, he had never done such a thing that could not be put on the table.

Some self-loathing for a while.

However, after ten seconds of loathing himself, He Mingyu lowered his head again and kissed Tan Qing again.

Very good dear.

He Mingyu's self-loathing time changed from ten seconds to one second.

Just when he lowered his head, ready to kiss Qing Qing for the third time.

Tan Qing opened her eyes, and dodged He Mingyu's kiss in aggrieved way: "Well, are you messing with me? It's said in the book that men who only kiss and don't fuck are stinky hooligans."