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    When I got home, I went to see my wife first, put down my things and rushed to my mother for dinner.  Seeing that I came back, my mother was happy to help me warm up the food. My father simply asked me about my studies, and then focused on watching TV, which turned out to be a Korean drama.  It seems that this trend is so fierce that even my father can be fascinated by it. No wonder there is a saying about the Korean wave.

    My mother asked me to eat, I was starving, and my mother stood aside, watching me devour my food.  There is no embarrassment, in front of my mother, I am a child, and I can ignore my appearance.

    It was time to drink porridge, so I didn't bother to say to my mother: "Go, Mom, I will clean up by myself in a while." Then my mother went out and advised my father to go to bed early.

    After eating, I cleaned up, said hello to my parents and left.

    Back at Xiao's house, my wife had already fallen asleep, and checked it carefully. There was no trace that could be exposed. In fact, it has been inspected many times.

    Take a shower, get into bed, and ignore my wife's resistance, and finally achieve a good thing.  After relaxing, I wished I could go to sleep immediately, but my wife lost her energy and wouldn't let me sleep.  It's still the same old routine, interesting stories about children's growth, so I have to listen to them.  When it comes to the father's pampering of the child, there are quite a few complaints. The child has learned to ask for things. As long as the father hears about it, the old man will definitely buy it quietly.  There is something wrong with the child, and when he was about to teach him a lesson, the father first came to protect his shortcomings, which made it difficult for the wife to disobey him, so how to deal with it when he grows older.  I laughed at her for worrying too much, if you want to take care of you, go back to our side and implement it.

    Finally, my wife was also sleepy, so I turned around and went to sleep.

    Waking up in a dream, he waved his hands vigorously, as if trying to get rid of something.  The arm suspended in the air in the darkness fell, touched his wife's weak body, and bounced back violently.  My wife woke up leisurely, turned around to look at me, and frowned: "What are you doing?" She woke up a lot, and moved her body closer to her: "It's okay, go to sleep." She hugged her behind her back, a sense of steadfastness, a feeling of nostalgia.  My hands are clasped tightly.  The wiggling of my wife's reluctance could not prevent my sudden affection, as if I was afraid that she would run away and move her, but my wife was finally provoked by me, and turned around to respond.  Let her lie on my chest, still clasping her hands tightly and squeezing.  The wife is light: "You want to suffocate me to death!" Take a long breath from the bottom of your heart, let go of your hands, and hold your wife's pretty face: "Well, I just want to stuff you into my heart." My wife happily entered me  shoulder socket.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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