Three babies: domineering daddy kisses addictedly

Qin Yuxiao was very embarrassed. His body was resisted by Mo Beichen on the wall, almost stiff. Fortunately, there is a little guy between them.

"Grandma wants to see them, so she can't just send them over. She wants to know that they are drunk and sleepy, and they will be worried to death." Mo Beichen loosened his hand around Qin Yuxiao's waist, and hugged the child she was holding in his arms. "Is there any way to wake them up quickly?" he stared at Qin Yuxiao and asked.

"Sober up soup, but they're sleeping. It's even worse for such a young child to fill things forcibly. It's dangerous to choke the esophagus if they're careless," she explained.

"Then go and give them a warm bath and wash away the wine smell. Don't let Grandma smell it." when Mo Beichen spoke, his eyes always fell on Qin Yuxiao's face. Seeing her calm, he hurriedly said, "Why are you still waiting? Don't you hurry to put hot water."

"Me?" she pointed to herself, feeling that she was the old maid of their family, at his command.

"They got drunk in your house. Shouldn't you make up for it? If you linger, the Housekeeper will urge you again."

"..." she endured the evil spirit in her heart. Go to the bathroom and put hot water.

When they bathed the children, the housekeeper urged them to take their youngest son Mo junle.

The three guys are as like as two peas. Drunk as a dead dog, they want to tell Mo Bei Chen who is mo junle, just dreaming.

"Is he? Or is he?" asked Qin Yuxiao, a man standing in the bathroom with his hands in his waist but without saying a word.

The bathtub in the bathroom is limited. Originally, this is a bedroom for three children. In each bedroom area, there is a separate bathroom. I'm afraid that one of them will suddenly compete, so Wang Huizhen asked the designer to design this big bedroom.

Now in the bathtub, there are two shiny little guys. And one is still on the bed outside.

"Are you talking? Wash the little one first. Is the little one here? Or is that the one in bed?" the little woman asked again.

"How do I know?"

This remark came out of Mo Beichen's mouth. Qin Yuxiao had the impulse to slap him and kill him.

Only the children know him. He doesn't know them. In front of his sons, a big man looks like a retarded 250. What a wonderful flower in the world.

"Young master, are you all right?" the housekeeper shouted outside again.

The housekeeper and the old lady made a total and deliberately punished Mo Beichen. So that his long memory of being a father is more with his heart. Don't be an Lao Tzu and don't even know his own son.

"No matter what, just hold one first. Don't let your old lady wait and get sick." Qin Yuxiao fished one of the little guys out of the water. Seeing that Mo Beichen was still in a daze, he couldn't help scolding: "what are you stunned? Is it your son or my son? Give them a bath, and you don't give me a hand. Give me the little bathrobe."

Smell speech, Mo Beichen just regained consciousness, picked up the bathrobe on the shelf and set it up for the little guy.

"Hold it quickly. I'll help you deal with it here." Qin Yuxiao handed the little guy in bathrobe to Mo Beichen.