Daddy, Pursue Mommy Quickly

What is she worrying about?

Worry about getting fat?

Or is there no place for chicken wings to be put?

At this moment, sang Yuxin couldn't help laughing.

Without that layer of shackles, he looked at barb with ordinary eyes, only thought she was really funny.

Back home, barb went to the kitchen in a hurry.

Miss some worry and worry.

She pulled sang Yuxin's trousers and asked with a sad face, "Dad, do you really feel free to let mom cook alone?"

Sang Yuxin thought for a moment and said, "that dish is very simple. Your mother should have no problem."

However, sang Yuxin overestimated barbo's cooking ability.

It's the first time. It's not well done.

It's made the second time. It's a paste pot.

The third time, it's salty.

The fourth time

Finally, sang Yuxin looked at the last few pieces of chicken wings and the last coke. He could not bear it.

"I'll do it." He came forward and took the kitchen utensils from barb's hand.

Barb's mouth is flat, very aggrieved.

She doesn't understand. She clearly looks at the recipe. This dish is very simple. Why can't she learn how to learn it?

She's really going to despair!

I can't help it. She's worried that she won't have anything to eat tonight, so she has to give it to Sang Yuxin.

Lonely back to the table, miss some happy patted barbo on the shoulder, smiling: "Mom, in the future cooking this kind of thing, or leave it to Dad to do, you really don't fit."

Listening to miss so said, barb can't help but sigh heavily.

After eating the delicious food that sang Yuxin quickly cooked, barbo was slightly depressed.

Why can't you do such a simple thing for Xiaohei?

However, she was in such a low mood that when she went to bed at night, her mood obviously rose again.

Because her little book has one thing waiting for her to do for Xiaohei: massage.

"Come on, Mr. sang. It's been a hard day's work. I'll give you a massage to relieve your fatigue."

Sang Yuxin looked at barbo solemnly go to light aromatherapy, took the essential oil to come over, can't help but frown: "what are you crazy about?"

Barbona looked at him: "I'm not crazy, I'm serious, I'll give you a massage today."

Sang Yuxin refused: "No

"Why not?"

Sang Yuxin looked at the time.

It's very late now.

After she massages him, does he still have time to be intimate with her?

By the way, is barb out of his mind today?

Cooking and massage?

What the hell is she thinking?

Finally, Sangyu was convinced that he couldn't beat barb, so he had to lie down and let him play with him.

Babo learns the movements in the video, finds sang Yuxin's acupoints and tries to relieve his fatigue.

"Well." Sang Yuxin murmured, "you can do it gently."

"Ah? Oh, well, I'll be light. "

However, after being a little lighter, sang Yuxin felt powerless again.

This kind of massage is more like touching.

Weak boneless fingertips swam gently on his tight, hot back.

Sang Yuxin's throat became increasingly dry and astringent.

He didn't know how long he had endured it.

Finally, he finally couldn't bear it. He pulled barb down: "don't press it."

His voice was hoarse.

Barb still wanted to jump up: "no, I haven't pressed half of it yet."

"Massage doesn't have the next one to relieve fatigue."

"Well? The next one? What? " Barb didn't turn his head for a moment.