Chapter 39: Must sleep together

Suddenly, a sculptural perfect and cold face, facing her opposite direction, Cheng Haoyue’s heartbeat immediately jumped out of the chest. I have to say that this man is the most handsome man in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign times she has ever seen. That kind.
In the past, she felt that Lu Junxuan was a handsome man in a man's middle-aged appearance. Now, when he saw this man, he knew what was called the leader of the class.
The little guy was so excited that he turned over and over in the middle. He stared at the ground for a while, and then stared at Mommy again. He was as happy as a little milk dog. He had a small mouth for a while and kissed him for a while.
Cheng Haoyue couldn't help but hold down his small body. "Okay, don't move, sleep."
The little guy was lying flat. His little head was not obstructive in the middle. Therefore, Cheng Haoyue’s eyes slammed into the opposite man’s eyes without any defense.
The man's eyes are dark and deep, just like the two abyss and the abyss are generally extremely dangerous, and it is not the coldness that you usually see, as if there is a dark fire inside, you want to swallow people at any time.
Cheng Haoyue immediately closed his eyes and didn't want to look at him again.
Although the little guy slept in the afternoon, his biological clock was more punctual. It was almost ten o'clock in the moment. He turned his back and the two fleshy little hands held the face of Cheng Haoyue. This was when he was a child. As for the habit of growing up, as long as he sleeps with Cheng Haoyue, his little hand is instinctively brought over.
The palace nightingale is a bit strange, how does the little guy back to him to sleep? He was not supported by the slender arm, leaned over and found that the little guy was holding his mother's face to sleep!
This scene shocked his heart for a few seconds. It seems that it is really not easy to want the little guy to leave this woman. She must live with her from her youngest son. If she is forced to take her son back, her son will lose her mother. Also unhappy.
Therefore, it seems that he really needs to spend more time with this woman and transfer his son's feelings to him.
The little guy took Mummy for a while, but he still didn't fall asleep. He suddenly twisted his body again. The little hand touched the handsome face of the palace night, and the palace night smashed his mouth and smiled. His son had big eyes. He looked at him, and then let him hold his face and sleep.
Cheng Haoyue actually didn't fall asleep at all, watching her son drop her, and went to hold the palace nightingale. Her heart was a little jealous.
Just then, under the quilt, her leg was suddenly moved by a slender leg, and she immediately opened her eyes and slammed to the opposite man.
However, the opposite man is sleeping with his son's forehead to the forehead!
Under the quilt, the slender leg was put on her thin legs, and the burning temperature made Cheng Haoyue's face hot.
This man is a good rogue.
She gently pulled her leg under his thigh, and then she leaned sideways, facing her back, and the body moved to the edge of the bed, not giving him a chance to rogue.
Gong Ye night closed his eyes and pretended to accompany his son to sleep, but there was a group of inexplicable fire burning in his heart, which made his mind sober.
From small to large, he did not think about which woman to take advantage of, or a careless mind, but the woman who slept in his bed today gave him a thought of being unconcerned.
The thin legs that his legs had just pressed, the touch was soft and tender, which made him feel a little bit unfinished.
With the little guy to sleep, but to seriously sleep, otherwise, if the little guy feels that adults do not sleep, he will also endure sleepiness and sleep, this time, Gong Ye night heard the son's even breathing, he slightly Looking back at the head, looking at the sweet sleep of the little guy, the gentle smile of the father's love in the corner of his mouth, kissed him on his forehead.
Cheng Haoyue also listened carefully to the movement of his son, watching the little guy not moving, presumably falling asleep.
She immediately opened the quilt and gently got out of bed.
A hoarse, low-pitched questioning voice behind the cold, "Where are you going?"
Cheng Haoyue turned his head and looked at his son's sleeping figure. She lowered her voice. "I am going to sleep next door. You can sleep with Ozawa!"
When the man heard it, she was leaving, and suddenly she looked at her gloomyly. "No, I must sleep together."