Chapter 1652: Except Wushan is not cloud 203

Chapter 1652 except Wushan is not a cloud 203
Chaucer looked for a moment and couldn't resist bending his lips slightly.
But when she looked up, Yu Guang couldn’t see anything, but squinted a little, looked up...
I found out that when the Prince of the Prince did not know when, he sat back to the bed and stared at the baby in the small boat.
Joe squinted and reddened his face, his mouth groaned, and shyly shouted: "His Royal Highness... can you... don't look..."
Although, although it was seen by His Royal Highness Prince, after all, she was seen by him.
But... I was staring at him like this, and Chaucer would still feel very embarrassed.
When she heard her, she finally lifted her face and looked at her face. "How about watching?"
Chaucer: "No... great."
"Can't this king see?"
Joey couldn't wait to bury himself and screamed a little bit: "Not... can't..."
"That's it." Yan Bian Mo continued to watch the baby in the small boat to eat milk, while watching and faintly said: "Cheap this kid."
"What are you talking about under your Highness..." Chaucer heard his words, and he was completely blushing, and his voice became low.
The baby in the boat is just hungry to eat milk, not the same as him! How is your Royal Highness like this!
I didn’t bother her, and asked her:
Hungry?

Chaucer was tossed by him for so long, naturally it was tired and hungry, so gently "hmm".
When he got out, he went out to let the people prepare the meal. Then he came back and saw that Chaucer was still feeding the child. He frowned and said, "Is the baby still not full?"
"Well... again, wait." Chaucer stared at him, his face was hot, and he even had a little talk.
"Well, this king is waiting for you." Bian Mo did sit back to the bed and wait while watching.
Chaucer jumped in her heart, although she wanted to ask, Her Royal Highness waited for her...what... but she thought she still didn't ask, so she slammed hard.
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Chaucer carefully placed the baby on the bed and covered the quilt.
Just sitting up from the bed, she squatted over, fading her outer shirt on her body, and gently attached her to the belt.
Chaucer was in his arms, dull, as if he could clear his mind and get his breath on his head. His warm fingertips touched her back neck gently. Every movement of his hand was gentle. a mess...
Chaucer felt a little unreal, until the Highness of the Prince helped her to wear clothes, and Joe's eyes were a little confused.
But she looked at His Royal Highness, and couldn’t help but blush and said, "Thank you, Your Highness..."
Because the meal hasn't come over yet, and Bian Mo is not willing to wait, she will hold her to her lap.
It’s also because the abstinence is too long...
It’s been almost a year, I haven’t touched her in a year. It’s been a long time since I’ve been there. It’s still very natural. He held her kiss and asked,
How many times do you have to feed your baby every day?

"Nothing... The baby is crying badly... I have to eat milk..."
When he slammed Morton, he frowned and said, "Is it at night?"
"Ok……"
When I was at the edge of Morton, I frowned more. "Is it very tired?"
Chaucer was so fortunate to raise his children so tiredly... He never knew...
Chaucer hugged him and said softly: "Fortunately..."
(End of this chapter)