Mr. Tang, let's get married

Chapter 77 I don't smell it now, it doesn't matter, I can smell it a few times
"I smell Mommy from you, so I'm sure you slept with Mommy last night."

Tang Yixiu was stunned by his son's words. He lowered his gaze, raised his arm, and sniffed his sleeve suspiciously, "Does it really smell like her?"

Seeing Daddy's nervous look, Tang Zeze covered his mouth and smiled wickedly.

Then, he nodded and said firmly, "Really, but it smells good, I like it."

Hearing this, Tang Yixiu looked frustrated. When Xia Nuanxin called last night, Zeze had already fallen asleep.

Although, after staying with her all night, after washing himself with her shampoo, shower gel, toothpaste, and bath towel, he hugged her body, and unexpectedly, he smelled of her.

What's even more hateful is that his son smelled it all at once. Can Tang Yixiu still have some privacy?
At this time, Tang Zeze stabbed Tang Yixiu in the heart, "Daddy, have you smelled her mommy?"

Tang Yixiu gave Zeze a disgusted look, gritted his molars and said two words coldly, "No."

He got up and walked towards the room before he paid attention to his son lazily. He is not a nursing baby, and he is not interested in communicating these ridiculous questions that are easy to understand.

With a bang, the door of the room was suddenly closed, and Tang Zeze was shut out.

Tang Zeze stared at the cold door, smashed it with a small hammer, and said through the door, "Daddy, it doesn't matter if you don't smell it, you can smell it a few times."

After speaking, he left with a tangled expression.

Soon there was no Zeze's scratching voice outside the door, and Tang Yixiu just changed his clothes. He stood naked under the shower, took the clothes under his nose, and took a deep sniff.

He didn't smell it just now, but now he really smelled something that belongs to Xia Nuanxin, and he obviously likes it in his heart.

However, just thinking of the scene of him surrounding her with a pink bath towel last night, he actually threw away the clothes in his hand with some disgust.

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Xia Nuanxin chased Tang Yixiu's car for a long time, but still couldn't catch it, so she could only go home in despair.

When passing by the trash can, seeing the car seat cushion that Tang Yixiu threw in the trash can, I felt distressed for no reason.

"This man really threw away such a precious cushion just because he had some bad money? Didn't I spit on it a few times? As for that?"

Xia Nuanxin muttered a few words, then walked to the trash can and pulled the cushion out of the trash can.

Seeing the place on the cushion that was stained by herself and smelling the pungent smell, it wasn't Tang Yixiu who said it, even she disliked herself a little.

Knowing that wine is not a good thing, why did you drink it last night when your head got hot?
It is really enough to make such a move now.

After Xia Nuan sighed weakly, she knew that there was a dry cleaner at the property where she lived, and immediately dialed the number of the dry cleaner in the property.

The property management office is in the community, and soon two people from the dry cleaning shop of the property came over. Xia Nuanxin left a phone call and watched the staff remove the cushions before she went upstairs.

Back home, I went to the kitchen again, turned off the fire, and took the porridge off the gas stove, but the smell from my hands made me lose my appetite.

She hurried to the bathroom, trying to wash off the smell on her body, but when she got to the bathroom, she found that her towel was wet, the bath towel was also wet, the shower gel, shampoo, toothpaste had all been touched, and all Store together in a containment basket in the bathroom.

Xia Nuanxin suddenly remembered what Tang Yixiu said, last night he helped her take a bath, and it was reasonable to touch her things, but as long as he smelled that man's smell, why would he feel nervous.

Thinking of him taking a bath for her and seeing her body, her face would be hot, but she didn't know that what shocked her even more was that there was a pair of men's boxers lying safely in her clothes basket.

(End of this chapter)