MTL - One Child Two Treasures: The Billionaire Chief’s Good Wife-Chapter 4690 Love is not late 123
Chapter 4690 Love is not late to 123
Yun Shishi took a deep breath. "Well, I know, I won't think about it."
Mu Yazhe gratifiedly licked her lips, rubbed her back neck, bowed her head and leaned over. She just wanted to kiss her mouth. On the side, the footsteps came and it seemed that I had bumped into this scene. Some of them were awkward and immediately stopped.
Mu Yazhe and Yun Shishi turned their heads and saw Yue Yao holding his slippers and squinting his eyes.
"Oh... I..."
She immediately covered her eyes and turned her back in agreement. "I... I didn't see anything!"
"..."
Yun Shishi just wanted to get rid of her body, but Mu Yazhe firmly held her and did not allow her to break free.
They are husband and wife, kissing is just a daily routine, not a guilty thing, what is unspeakable.
It was Yueyao, enough to be interested, knowing that he accidentally bumped into the sight of not being peeked, and knew that it was innocent, and immediately covered his eyes.
In fact, from an early age, two people have occasional intimacy, and the situation in which children are hit is also common, but the children will be very happy.
There is nothing more blissful than the care of the father and mother.
Parents have a good relationship, and they will feel happy when they are children.
Yueyao licked his lips and snickered, turned around and hurried into the room.
Yun Shi poetry is extremely, but Mu Yazhe laughs at her. "What's so good?"
"The child has seen it badly."
"What's wrong?"
Mu Yazhe smiled. "She will be married sooner or later, and she will have a husband. Besides, kissing, what is common in movies, nothing to see."
The more he said, the more he bullied the past.
The lips of the two men reunited again and clung together.
Yue Yao secretly hid in the corner of the wall, looking at the scene of Mujazhe and Yun Shishi kissing, grinning.
......
In the room, when the clouds rained and finally died, Yun Shi’s poems glared at his waist and his head leaned against his chest. Suddenly, he sent out such feelings. “Actually, it’s really short-lived. ""
“How come you see?”
"I still feel that Shengyue Yao seems to be yesterday's business. Even when you are sitting on the moon, you take care of me and take care of Yueyao. It is still vivid."
Mu Yazhe smiled and said, "The torment is often a long one, but happiness is always short-lived."
"I have calculated it, even if we can live a long life, you see, there are less than 20,000 days left."
"Twenty thousand days? How do you count it?"
"365 days multiplied by 60 years."
Cloud poetry is roughly calculated.
Mu Yazhe did not particularly think about this problem. The man’s mind is not more delicate than a woman. However, when he heard two people together, only two thousand days left, and some emotions could not help.
“How come you suddenly think about this problem?”
"Looked at a video today, an old couple, his wife is over 90 years old. At the end of her life, her husband holds her hand and says 'ILOVEYOU' to her. I don’t know what it is, tears are all right. falling down."
She does not feel that she is a sensual woman.
However, when I saw this video, it seemed to be a substitute for Lenovo. I suddenly felt that it was really difficult to get away from the day when I left.
Mu Yazhe has increasingly tightened her.
"So we have to cherish the days now."
(End of this chapter)
