"Shasha..." In the living room, Luo Luo turned over on the crib, as if she was disturbed by her own movements. Her delicate and small nose wrinkled slightly, and her little feet gently kicked.

But nothing happened. The little girl's dream seemed to have returned to calm. She gradually calmed her breath, only her little mouth opened slightly, as if she was sleeping heavily and sweetly!

Obviously, Luo Luo didn't know that she was pushed out of the bedroom by her mother, and she didn't know that her mother and father had a pink and ambiguous interaction in the bedroom...

Xia Yu was lying in Yang Yan's arms with a blush on her face. Yang Yan was holding her belly. She was shy and she deliberately pushed it away, but her body fell down softly and weakly, a bit like Meow Xiaomi was grabbed by fate's neck.

Yang Yan was just looking at Xia Yu so considerate, and couldn't help but hug this lovely girlfriend. He was even ready to be fucked by the left hook and right hook.

But unexpectedly, she just let out a gentle breath in Xia Yu's ear and she stopped struggling!

Yang Yan was overjoyed and was even more reluctant to let go of his hand. He was still trying to make a big fuss. He continued to speak softly in Xia Yu's ear and studied the tricks to "suppress" Xia Yu.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, a crisp "pop" sound came from the bedroom.

Xia Yu sat up straight with a red face, turned around, and looked at Yang Yan with a angrily look.

Yang Yan and Xia Yu smiled embarrassedly, and their right hand, which was photographed red, couldn't help but gently grab it - this unsatisfactory look made Xia Yuxia fly on her cheeks and her hygienic eyes kept sweeping her.

There is no way!

Who made Yang Yan touch it for the first time? And although it was covered with clothes and a layer of cover, the feel was indescribable...

"Go to bed quickly! After taking cold medicine, you have to rest carefully! I'm going to dry my clothes!" Xia Yu said angrily, but his tone still softened afterwards.

She didn't give Yang Yan a chance to make fun of it again, just like slipping away, she jumped out and gently covered the bedroom door.

...

Yang Yan was also tired. He didn't have a good rest yesterday and took cold medicine. He covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep in the dim bedroom.

When I woke up again, the bedroom was as dark as ink, the outside of the window was also dark, and there was no light coming in the gaps in the curtains!

How long have I been sleeping?

Yang Yan frowned and gently rubbed his dizzy head. The sound of pots, pans and spoons coming from the kitchen outside gradually became clear.

Yes, Xia Yu is cooking!

However, when she usually watches Yang Yan cook and cook, it is Xia Yu's turn to cook, she finds that she has no idea where to start!

After finally cutting the meat into thick slices, Xia Yu finally gave up making too complicated meals. She just chose the vegetables and picked them apart as she usually eats, and cleaned them up one by one.

But, how to fry it?

Xia Yu reluctantly turned on the fire and poured peanut oil into the pot, but soon, she was startled by the splashed oil. Although it was not as embarrassing as screaming, she still hurriedly took a few steps back, holding a spatula in her hand, as if she wanted to split the hateful oil pan in half...

But after a while, when the oil pan was a little calmer, Xia Yu remembered another one. She quickly turned off the fire, searched left and right, broke a few cloves of garlic, and slapped it with a kitchen knife.

During the day, she misunderstood her parents, but this time, the little girl no longer misunderstood.

The smart little girl could hear that sometimes the tone of complaining still contained deep concern for each other.
Chapter completed!