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Changing the door locks was Du Haiping's job.

When I came back yesterday afternoon, he made a lot of noise and changed the lock on the security door.

He also said that he would not give that scumbag a chance to enter this door again.

It’s not that we can’t cook, it’s just a bit unpalatable.

However, he, Song Sanxi, does not care about it no matter how delicious it is.

Only Tiantian, during dinner, was a bit regretful.

She felt that the dinner cooked by her aunt and mother did not taste very good.

These days, Song Sanxi's craftsmanship has made the little girl jealous.

In this situation, the Su sisters could only smile bitterly.

Now, it's just after six o'clock on a weekend morning.

Song Sanxi was blocked from the door.

But five minutes later, he still entered the door.

He can open locks and climb through windows.

This skill is done calmly and effortlessly.

He didn't open the lock and climbed through the window of the stairway.

Jumping in, you will see the balcony of the room where Su Yourong and her daughter sleep sweetly.

Gently, I walked in.

At this time, Su Yourong was holding her daughter in her arms.

Mother and daughter slept soundly.

Song Sanxi was indeed a little surprised.

This wife is incredibly young.

She looks like an eighteen-nine-year-old girl.

Where, like a mother of a child over three years old?

Beautiful face, tender and white skin, like a hard-boiled egg.

Ruddy and blood-colored, light.

The long natural eyelashes, with a hint of sparkle under the faint sleep light.

Under the thin blanket, the lines of her body were undulating and exquisite, which made her feel a little sick.

In her arms, Tiantian completely inherited her mother's genes.

Pink, tender and tender.

In the past, my thin face became somewhat rounder.

Looks great.

The little body is nestled in mother's arms.

Her pink lotus-like little arms hugged her mother’s neck.

The shape is cute, approachable, and feels happy.

Song Sanxi watched silently.

This picture is full of warmth.

Deep in my heart, I feel a little touched

Perhaps, we should do everything better according to the established assumptions.

Taking a deep breath, he walked over quietly.

He leaned over and kissed her sweet little forehead lightly.

The close fragrance of mother and daughter stimulates the sense of smell, making people enjoy and intoxicate.

He had not been a father in his previous life, nor had he been formally married as a husband.

This feeling touches the most tender part of the soul

I really wanted to kiss Su Yourong's forehead, but gave up.

Afterwards, I took the purchased ingredients to the kitchen.

Half an hour and a hearty breakfast is done.

It's the weekend, and the family doesn't go to work or go to school, so they can just lie down for a while.

So, at seven o'clock in the morning, Song Sanxi had left the same way.

For breakfast, just keep it warm.

Driving in the car, eating slices of bread baked by myself and drinking hand-ground soy milk.

His expression was calm and collected.

He understood that Du Haiping must have gone to inquire about Hu Haimei.

By locking it, doesn’t it mean that he is not welcome?

It's okay, the meal is ready and I'm leaving, it's no big deal.

When the real facts are revealed, a family is still a family.

All misunderstandings will be eliminated.
Chapter completed!