He Mengjie finally came to her senses and replied with her lips: "The smell of garlic is so smelly!"
Wenxuan was startled, opened his mouth and angrily, wondering: "I remember when I was eating hot pot, I didn't eat garlic. Could it be that there was garlic in the soup..."
He Mengjie looked at him like that and couldn't help laughing.
Wenxuan immediately realized that she had been fooled by her. He reached out to scratch her waist with a look of shame and annoyance, "Let you play tricks on me!"
He Mengjie laughed and turned to hide. When she hid, he became even more excited and stretched his big hand to her waist. Then—suddenly it fell on her slender waist and stopped moving.
The laughter came to an abrupt end.
He Mengjie's smile had already disappeared from the blush on her face. She didn't dare to move, but she felt that the big hand on her waist was burning with burning heat, burning her waist, her whole body, her heart...
Wenxuan's big hand stayed on her waist for a while, then gently stroked her back and pressed forward.
He Mengjie's body involuntarily leaned into his arms, her side face pressed against his chest, and her ear pressed against his heart.
"Dongdongdongdongdongdong", the fast-paced heartbeat sound, as if it was a passionate note, and He Mengjie's own heartbeat one after another, forming a moving rhythm.
Time seemed to stop, and in the whole world, there was only the sound of heartbeat. Dongdong... Dongdong...
Just then, Wen Tingyu's voice sounded: "Little Mom, what are you doing?"
He Mengjie suddenly straightened her body and evacuated from Wenxuan's arms. "Ah... that..." Faced with the child's innocent problem, she didn't know how to explain it.
Wenxuan replied calmly: "Your mother said her waist is very thin, so dad used his arms to measure her to see if it was really thin."
Wen Tingyu really believed it, and even asked curiously: "Is it detailed?"
Wenxuan smiled and reached out to pick up Wen Tingyu: "Of course, it's not as thin as our Tingyu's waist. We Tingyu is a little beauty!"
Wen Tingyu smiled sweetly when she heard her father's praise. Then she broke free from her father's arms and frowned and asked He Mengjie: "Little Mom, why can't I use that network to fireflies?
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He Mengjie smiled and said to her: "Of course I can't get a net, because that's a fishing net. The holes of the fishing net are so big and the fireflies are so small, how can I catch them?"
She said as she took out a large plastic bag from her pocket and said, "You can use this to get in the net, right?"
Wen Tingyu cheered and took He Mengjie's hand: "Let's go, little mother, let's go to the net fireflies!"
He Mengjie grabbed Wenxuan's hand and the princess smiled and said, "Well, let your father be with us."
Is even Fireflies a member of the Appearance Association? The handsome guy is indeed extraordinary. He soon caught several Fireflies in a plastic bag.
He Mengjie tied up the plastic bag, so the fireflies flew inside, like a small lantern.
Wen Tingyu walked in front with the "little lantern", and He Mengjie and Wenxuan followed her side by side.
The starry sky is brilliant and the autumn wind is gentle.
He Mengjie took a few steps, and her drooping hands accidentally touched Wenxuan, so she was careful and couldn't calm down.
She bit her lip and gently reached over. When her fingertips touched the back of Wenxuan's hand, he flipped her palm and held her hand in the palm of her hand.