Three babies: domineering daddy kisses addictedly

The two little guys, one holding a bottle of Erguotou, slumped on the ground with crimson cheeks. There is not a mouthful of wine left in the bottle.

The three children solved all the two bottles of Erguotou. If she didn't buy Erguotou and it was packed in small bottles, would these little guys plan to drink it all together?

"Hey, who let you drink? What are you doing?" Qin Yuxiao collapsed and sat down in front of them. "Can you wake up and know who I am?

Tell me, are you a brother or a brother? "She asked, holding Mo Junhan's cheek.

"I... I'm my brother..." Mo Junhan smiled faintly, his big black eyes looked a little confused.

She had to ask her identity before the three of them got drunk, otherwise how could she explain to him when Mo Beichen came here?

"No, i... I'm the elder brother and I'm the boss." Mo Junlei said drunk with a smile.

"I mean... I'm junle's brother, and so am I."

"You are the eldest brother, you are the second brother, and the one lying on the bed inside is the younger brother, is that so?" Qin Yuxiao heard that although she was a little confused, she reluctantly distinguished her cleverness.

"His second brother, my eldest brother..." Mo Junhan pointed to his brother and said casually. "Good to drink, good to drink... Why is it so like wine, brother... When Duke Shan is drunk, he is drunk in the high sun..."

"It's not a good poem. Get beads and see you. Get drunk... Get drunk and Huaishan Gong, hee hee..." Mo Junlei retorted his brother's words, and then snuggled up in Qin Yuxiao's arms.

"If only Baba were there... I... I would certainly give him a sentence, for Yi, drunk Yan Hong..." two drunkards, you and I, are full of classics and poems.

Didn't you say you don't know words? Why are there so many poems?

"Why do you want to mention Baba? Why worry? It's Du Kang." Mo Junlei rubbed his small body and chubby hands around Qin Yuxiao's neck, and then kissed her cheek.

"Singing about wine, how is life? Good..." Mo Junhan grabbed the Erguotou Wine bottle on the ground. Although he had drunk all the wine in it, he still drank it with the bottle.

"You have wine today, get drunk today, worry tomorrow, worry tomorrow." Qin Yuxiao hugged Mo Junlei in his arms, and his face was crazy.

"Good poem!" Mo Junlei and his brother pointed to Qin Yuxiao and flattered.

"You even know that this is poetry. There are so many poems. Why do you say you don't know words? Who taught you?"

"Aunt..." Mo Junlei explained with a grin.

"Don't refuse the cup. The spring breeze laughs. Ma Ma... You drink." Mo Junhan hands the empty wine bottle to Qin Yuxiao.

"If I don't advise you, aren't you going to recite all the poems to me? Are you two three hundred Tang poems?" Qin Yuxiao didn't want to listen any more. He picked up Mo Junlei and prepared to go to the bedroom inside.

"When the snow drops on the wine, I suddenly feel cold at night... I'll just drink it..." Mo Junhan fell to the ground with small hands and feet in a big shape. Completely drunk.

"You are the eldest brother." Qin Yuxiao sent Mo Junlei into the bedroom and came out to hold Mo Junhan.

When she put Mo Junlei on the bed, she deliberately separated him from Mo junle with a quilt to avoid confusion.