The things that Chu Zheng gave were not worthy of taking back, and in Chu Zheng's unconcealed innocence, Yingzhao dared not argue with her.

Finally, when I went back, the million-dollar "toy" was still in the hands of the little boy.

Ying Zhao was frightened and did not dare to give it to the little boy.

But the little boy likes it very much and cries if he doesn't give it to him.

Yingzhao could only put him on the bed so that he would not fall to the ground and break it.

"Baby, what do you mean by her?" Yingzhao sat aside and asked the little boy.

"Yiyiyi..."

Yingzhao sighed and asked him what it was for.

Does she really like herself?

Ying Zhao turned over and looked in front of the mirror.

Or is it because of this face?

"Yiyiyi..." The little boy was lying behind, his mouth flattened, and he was about to cry.

Yingzhao hurried back: "Hungry? Wait a minute, Dad will add milk powder to you."

Yingzhao looked for the bottle but couldn't find it. I remembered that the thing should be on Chu Zheng's side.

But he didn't want to go at this time, so he found a spare one and mixed it with milk powder to feed the little boy.

The little boy squirted and started pushing the bottle with both hands.

"What's wrong?" Yingzhao was unclear, so "Aren't you hungry?"

The pacifier was stuffed into the little cub's mouth, and he spit out a few slaps, and he started crying.

It should be read: "..."

Yingzhao tasted suspiciously. This was the milk powder he bought himself, not the ones sent by Chu Zheng.

It tastes worse than those...

Yingzhao looked for the house, and she seemed to have taken it by her. He didn't go to get it just now, so there is no house now.

The little boy refused to drink, so he had no choice but to carry him to find Chu Zheng.

Yingzhao stood outside the door, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to knock on the door.

Before I touched the door, the door opened automatically.

The girl stood in the door: "I heard him crying from a distance. Why are you crying at night?"

Yingzhao murmured: "I'm hungry, the bottle and milk powder are on your side."

Chu Zheng walked inside with a cold face.

[Eat six meals a day, but I haven't seen a few pounds. Pigs can still slaughter meat when they are fat. What can I do with this thing? Trouble.]

It should be read: "..."

She doesn't show anything on the surface, but is she so rich in her heart?

Yingzhao just wanted to get the bottle and milk powder and left, but who knew that Chu Zheng had actually mixed it for him.

"Then I'll go back first."

Yingzhao didn't want to stay anymore, so she was holding the child and leaving.

Chu Zheng grabbed him quickly with his eyes and hands, and pressed the person on the cabinet in the entrance hall.

The little boy was forced to squeeze between the two of them, holding the bottle in both hands, sucking it, and staring at the two of them with dark eyes.

"you……"

He didn't say anything later.

Yingzhao needed to hold the little boy and freed up a hand to push Chu Zheng, but she held it and pressed it next to her.

My heartbeat was unprecedentedly fast, hitting my ears one by one, like beating a drum.

-

Yingzhao's heartbeat had not calmed down while lying on the bed. He reached out to wipe his face. He could hardly remember how he came back.

Yingzhao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Finally, I struggled for the middle of the night and finally fell asleep, and there were some messy things in my dreams.

When I got up the next day, Yingzhao lifted the quilt and took a look, and his face was not very good.

How did he do those beautiful dreams that made him feel red-faced.

He pressed the quilt and pulled out a pack of cigarette from the bedside table.

After disassembling it, I held it in my hand and wanted to flip through the lighter, but found that there was no one at home.

Yingzhao rarely smokes, and after having a baby, she never touched her.

Yingzhao stuffed the cigarette back, threw it into the drawer, got up and went to the bathroom.

Yingzhao cleaned up and the little boy was awake, playing with the million-dollar "toy" on his bed, without any intention of crying.

When he remembered that he only brought the bottle last night and forgot to get the milk powder, Yingzang could only hold his forehead and sigh.

When did he remember what milk powder he had last night?

"Did you say she did it on purpose?"

"Yah..."

-

Yingzhao hugged the little boy and went over. Chu Zheng got up at some point and her clothes were changed.

Chu Zheng's eyes lingered on Ying Zhao's body, and the light flashed slightly in her eyes: "You're dressing like this, let me see?"

Yingzhao was still wearing pajamas, and two of them were unbuttoned. The little boy grabbed the collar, revealing his beautiful collarbone and large pieces of skin.

It makes people want to leave a little mark on his fair skin.

think……

Yingzhao hurriedly pulled the clothes and explained: "No, I..."

"It looks great." Chu Zheng greeted him in: "Since you're here, just have breakfast."

It should be read: "..."

Yingzhao found that she was with her and she was completely unable to control sovereignty.

Yingzhao sat down to have breakfast with his fate, and Chu Zheng mixed milk powder to the little boy next to him.

Yingzhao thought carefully about whether she resisted her kiss?

He thought for a long time and felt that he was not resistant.

After all, his heart suddenly had a drum beat in his heart and had no other thoughts.

Yingzhao's back suddenly sank, and the girl's slender arms wrapped around his neck and hugged him from behind.

A flower with water droplets was sent to him.

"Send you."

He should look at his subconscious tilt, and his lips just hit Chu Zheng's lips.

Yingzhao was panicked and wanted to move away, but was grabbed by Chu Zheng and kissed her gently.

The kiss was very gentle, and he only touched his lips a few times, then let go of him: "You took the initiative."

"..." is not!!

"Don't do this." He said with some difficulty.

“Which?”

"...You let go of me first." Yingzhao felt that her back was very hot, and the two of them were too intimate in this position.

Chu Zheng obediently let go, pulled out the chair and sat next to him.

"Which should I do?"

“Doing things that are misleading.”

Chu Zheng was confident: "I'm chasing you, isn't it normal to do these?"

[What's wrong with my own... kissing! Sooner or later it's mine!!]

Ying Zhao's eyebrows were beating wildly, and she couldn't say: "You are not chasing people like this!"

No one started like this before chasing someone.

Chu Zheng: "I'm not someone else, I can chase you whatever I want."

It should be read: "..."
To be continued...