Vol 6 Chapter 65: Heynckes' Sabre (5)

Following the crack of the door, I saw the knight riding his beloved white horse galloping indifferently in front of the bed. Huang Xin sighed, and secretly judged that the Cavaliers' threat was somewhat real in her heart-"My work in Munich is finally on the right track, so today I will be in the same position as my two horses!"
Huang Xin, who was breastfeeding the child at the time, looked up and saw a pair of eager eyes, suddenly remembering that he hadn't practiced at night today...
Physical fitness for half a marathon...There is still time! Comparable to the body of a bodybuilder...and power!
Thinking of this, a warm current suddenly hit the little yellow horse outside the door, making her reluctant to go and dare not go in.
The white horse knight seemed to be passing a bumpy gravel, afraid that his beloved little white horse would be injured, so he grasped the reins and moved cautiously. Both the knight and the little white horse seemed to be taking advantage of this rare opportunity to take a breath. Then, the bumpy land passed, and there was an endless plain in front of them.
The knight quickly looked back at the little yellow horse outside the door, and then adjusted his riding posture. The little white horse also had a foreboding that a smooth running was about to begin, and also adjusted his posture and waited for the knight's order. Soon, the knight leaned down, the rhythm of one man and one horse suddenly accelerated, and the bleak voice became tight and high-pitched.
There is a layer of sweat on the little white horse's body, shining in the warm light, but the strong knight is not tired, the loud clapping sound is heard from the little white horse’s ass, and the knight doesn’t care that the little white horse is about to collapse. In the constant speeding up.
Finally, the little white horse wailed, trembling all over, putting his forehead on the pillow, unable to stand up no matter how much the knight urged.
The knight was a little dissatisfied with the little yellow horse watching the fire from across the bank, looked back at the crack of the door, and then turned around again like a demonstration, as if to force the little white horse to hit the road again.
The door opened silently, and the little yellow horse tremblingly came to the knight, bowed his head and waited for the master's punishment.
"Hahahahaha." The knight finally saw the hope of reaching afar, so he let out a heroic laugh.
The little white horse didn't know what the knight was mad, and she had no time to think, because she was flying in the blue sky and breeze with her white wings.
Feeling the vibration of the bed, the little white horse subconsciously thought that the knight urged her, but she really didn't have the strength, and planned to pretend to be a little longer. When she was calm again, she suddenly found another coquettish breath next to her.
"You surrendered so easily?" The little white horse, still holding a head-grabbing posture, ridiculed the little yellow horse.
The little yellow horse has no time to respond. She is bowing her head and moving back and forth in the ride of the knight. Her beautiful black hair kept drifting, and her slender arms stubbornly resisted the forward force.
The boring little white horse planned to stretch his waist and level his body to rest. Unexpectedly, when he moved, he was caught by the knight: "That's it, don't move."
The little white horse shook his waist unhappily, but couldn't get rid of the knight's hand. He had to maintain the same posture as before and said unwillingly in the pillow: "Are you satisfied? Both me and Huang Xin are so embarrassed. Waiting for your luck?"
The little yellow horse's breath was heavier by the little white horse’s trash talk, which made the knight very dissatisfied and reprimanded the little yellow horse: "Hold it!" Then he took the time to wave to the little white horse’s ass: "Hold it up, that’s the same. !"
"You dream." Little white horse sneered: "I'll be lying on my stomach!"
The little white horse was disobedient, and the knight really couldn't pull her up. However, the knight who pursues coordination and symmetry has a knight's method. After a violent bump, the little yellow horse also hummed and pressed his face on the pillow.
The knight laughed wildly, and before the little white horse could react, he pulled away and changed rides!
After a long time, as soon as the door of the second bedroom opened, Wang Ai bared his teeth and walked out arrogantly. And Huang Xin and Shi Wenjun were sitting on his arms, holding his head shyly, helplessly, and weakly, trying to maintain their balance, and then walked into the bathroom of the master bedroom with Wang Ai's footsteps. It fell gently under the warm shower.
Today, Wang Ai, who is already enjoying himself, did not continue to chase and kill in the first bath of the three of them. After hurriedly washing, he returned to the bedroom with two hehes, looked at his sleeping son, checked whether the window was closed, and went to the big bed. A trip in the middle.
It's not good. The tired Huang Xin and Shi Wenjun came out one after another. As soon as they came out, Wang Ai shouted to the little beauty on the bed: "Don't make things up, come here."
Shi Wenjun gave Wang Ai angrily, turned around and drank a glass of water, watched Huang Xin squat down to see Wang Sheng, and couldn't hide his envy. He didn't know whether today's contented breeder could successfully plant seeds.
Wang Ai didn't worry, he leaned on the bedside table and smiled. Huang Xin looked up amusedly at the two still grudges: "Why do you always provoke him, every time you lose."
Shi Wenjun rolled his eyes: "Have you never heard of Liangjian Spirit? I lose or lose, but the important thing is attitude. I can't let him forget that he is a jerk."
Huang Xin nodded admiringly: "The management of this is left to you. By the way, I...I will sleep with the child today, in case the child wakes up in the middle of the night."
Watching the two pull up the quilt on the bed, Shi Wenjun approached awkwardly, took off the bathrobe and opened the quilt and lay on the man's arm awkwardly.
Wang Ai folded his hands together and felt that the world was finally complete. Suddenly, the pectoralis major was bitten, and then he didn't spit it out.
Huang Xin looked at the biting little beauty amusedly, and Wang Ai screamed: "What are you doing, what are you doing."
Before letting go, he bit again, and the little beauty raised her head, and she stretched out her white fingers and shook in front of Wang Ai's face: "You are not allowed to hit me."
Both Wang Ai and Huang Xin said they did not understand.
"But I can hit you."
Wang Ai and Huang Xin said they understood.
Looking at Wang Ai steadily, and realizing that he was lifeless, Shi Wenjun sighed in his heart and leaned on Wang Ai's chest. The clear tooth print made her feel distressed again, so he licked it.
Wang Ai exhaled and calmed down, pulling and pressing the quilt at both ends with both hands: "Let's go to sleep, tomorrow is another sunny day."
The earth continues to autobiography, and the sun gradually illuminates Munich, revealing the figure running in the artificial forest in the south of the city. Li Jun reluctantly followed Wang Ai's footsteps while forcibly speaking in German. Yan Zhu and Zhang Guang, who were on duty this week, followed unhurriedly.
Until the sky was bright, everyone returned home with sweat and took a shower.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, Huang Xin and Shi Wenjun are dealing with the naughty Wang Sheng together. Huang Xin decisively grabbed his son's vest and pressed it on the bed before putting it on.
Wang Ai smiled and touched his son's head, touched his son's mother and godmother's heads easily, and both of them rolled their eyes together.