Drifting Towards You

After playing with his pink and tender fist for a while, he crawled to the pillow and went to tease Mu Bei Ting's lips: "Yeah..."

Mu Beiting took away his little hand and kissed his lips, but he still didn't wake up.

Nian Nian's eyes were round, and when he saw Baba, he ignored his intentions. Someone who was very sensible played with him for a while.

But after a few minutes, he felt bored.

He began to babble again.

The only answer to him was the sound of two even breathing.

Year after year, she was flattened with her small pink mouth, unspeakable grievance, two little arms held Mu Beiting's calf, and began to crawl on him again.

His legs are strong and well-proportioned, and they are not easy to grasp.

Hey hey...

Climbing up year after year, falling down again, climbing up again, falling down again.

After swaying and rolling down several times, he finally wore open crotch pants, and his little **** sat firmly on Mu Beiting's calf.

But he didn't wait to sit still, Mu Beiting only felt that something was messing up all the time, which disturbed him.

As soon as he lifted his legs, he was thrown off the bed every year without precautions.

Then I heard a ‘boom’, and then there was a deafening cry in the room.

"Wow..."

Hearing the movement of Nian Nian, Su Xiangwan opened his eyes in a daze. Before he woke up, he subconsciously went to find Nian Nian's figure.

The result is not good, this look.

Sitting on the ground year after year, with two short legs spread out in a figure eight shape, two small hands are also open, his small mouth is wide open, and his face is full of tears.

Bean's tears popped down, as if he didn't need money.

Su Xiangwan's heart hurt, kicked Mu Beiting, and quickly got up to pick up each year.

Mu Beiting was also awake at this meeting, staring at his son sitting on the ground for a moment, and then touched his nose vacantly.

Didn't he just kick this little **** up to the ground?

After Su Xiangwan hugged Nian Nian, he softly coaxed and complained: "I'll just let Nian Nian sleep in the middle. You want him to sleep on the side. How can such a small child sleep on the side, one will take care of him? I couldn't help but rolled to the ground."

Upon hearing this, Mu Beiting nodded solemnly: "Well, it's really naughty, it's still rolling on the ground with such a big bed."

The aggrieved child Mu Jinnian made a louder cry when he heard this, his little hand stretched toward Mu Beiting, crying heartbreakingly.

Su Xiangwan looked at his forehead, and there was a knack of blue.

There was a painful low voice coaxing: "Don't cry every year, hug me."

Looking at Mu Beiting year after year still complaining, his eyes filled with water, pitiful.

Seeing this, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but said, "Do you want you to hold him?"

"I'm coming." Mu Beiting pretended to be calm, and took over the year.

Year after year when he fell into Mu Beiting's hands, he cried more fiercely. Su Xiangwan looked at him worriedly, worried whether he would fall somewhere else.

Mu Beiting held Nian Nian expertly, and said in a deep voice, "I didn't sleep honestly, now I know it hurts."

"Who do you blame for falling by yourself, be honest next time."

Year after year, he didn't come up in one breath, and almost let out his breath.

Baba, won't your conscience hurt?

Su Xiangwan was not relieved, and finally he called the family doctor to check up every year. After confirming that there was no problem, he was relieved.

Year after year, the child finally lost to his own shameless Baba, and after crying enough, he sat in his arms with a numb look.