grab that pudding

You will never know which one is more durable, a boy of three or four years old, or 100 Nanfu batteries.

If it weren't for Chang Cheng's amazing physical support line, Song Huan might not be able to resist throwing his son in the trash can and then go home and sleep with his head covered.

In the morning, Song Huan was still able to keep up with the physical strength of the two of them. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Huan began to suspect that his son had opened a plug-in and installed an electric motor.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I was basically pushed forward.

At six o'clock in the evening, sitting on a chair smiling and refusing to move

When the park is closed, seize a chance to escape the disaster!

It's not that I have poor physical strength, it's that I've been driving OT for the past few days, resulting in insufficient physical strength!It must be so! !As for children who are unrestrained, ignorant and fearless, so lawless and endless, how can they be compared with my great father who works day and night, I am here to rest, not to die...

Song Huan leaned on the back of the chair, silently rejecting Pudding's invitation to go to the small shop with his stalwart back.

Chang Cheng looked at the shapeless hand stretched out and stuck to the chair, looking like a volcanic eruption and earthquake could not drive me away, with a doting smile on his face, warm in his heart, a little distressed but extremely satisfied.

When Song Huan's battery was charged to 20%, the two came back from wandering around and sat side by side on a big bench.

After resting for a while, Song Huan limply turned over from the side, his head still tilted on the back of the chair and said to Chang Cheng slowly: "Do you want to rest a little longer, I have to drive later. I will treat you tonight."

Chang Cheng answered Song Huan's "questions" about physical strength with a low-key rather than unruly smile.

"Father, I want to eat baked e-noodles with cheese and lobster!" Little Pudding waved his big white tiger enthusiastically.

"..." Son, why do you have such prodigal thoughts? !

Forget it, forget it, read it for your birthday...

"Okay!" Song Huan agreed as soon as he gritted his teeth.

Little Pudding smiled, and as if he suddenly thought of something, he snorted and climbed onto Chang Cheng's thigh, grabbed his shoulder like a koala, leaned close to Chang Cheng's ear, covered it with his small hand and whispered: "Uncle, tell me Your big secret, today is my dad's and my birthday!"

Song Huan saw his son sneakily whispering something into Chang Cheng's ear, Chang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and a complicated look flashed through his eyes.

"Really? Why did you tell uncle now that there is no birthday present for you." Then there was laughter as usual, mixed with the crisp and mischievous snigger of Little Pudding's surprise success.

Chang Cheng turned his head and smiled and asked in a light tone: "Why is your birthday brought forward?"

Song Huan's birthday was set on the day when Grandpa Song brought Song Huan home in the small park, very close to the end of the month.

The year they were together, Song Huan’s birthday coincided with a friendly basketball match in Changcheng. After Song Huan watched their thrilling melee match, a group of people sweated profusely and went to the dinner party, while Song Huan went home to eat with grandma.

When I returned to the apartment, I saw Changcheng Heideng playing with his mobile phone until he fell asleep. Song Huan chose to mute himself and wanted to take some ugly photos, but found that he couldn't take ugly photos from any angle except for his unglamorous posture... so he had to leave bitterly.

In the corner of the locker in the bathroom, Song Huan blushed and pulled out the unopened shower gel that had piled up with dust.This is when Lele heard the good news that Song Huan was out of the singles, and specially entrusted someone to bring back a rose-flavored shower gel in Hong Kong. The gift giver said with a smirk: "Huanhuan, people always have to be different. Time, trust me, this shower gel is really good!"

After wiping off the bubbles, the strong rose fragrance blooms hotly in the small space, strong and unrestrained.

Song Huan once went to the flower farm with the prime minister to buy real roses. Song Huan thought it was novel and bought 6 of them.As a result, the entire dormitory was invaded by rose fragrance that night, and the four of them were almost smoked down. They were so scared that they even had their keyboards ready for fear that their girlfriend would ask them to blame them the next day.

Sure enough...it's true...it's restored...

After taking a shower, Song Huan opened the whole window wide, then ran to the balcony to let off steam, and prevented Chang Cheng from entering the bathroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This smell is really... too irritating

The doorbell rang, and the courier delivered a delicate strawberry ice cream cake.

Song Huan took the matching little strawberry card, confirmed that the style of the message was Lele, and accepted it with a slight smile.

"Baby, whose cake is it?" Chang Cheng's naked upper body touched the wall of the hallway after taking a shower. Even the water droplets on the beautifully textured muscles were full of vigorous and strong male hormones. The lines of the shoulders were slightly tense, half-closed Eyes squinting, like a wild animal smelling a hint of danger in its own territory.

On the spur of the moment, Song Huan picked up the cake box with the middle finger of his right hand, raised the corner of his mouth at a charming angle, and glanced frivolously. When passing by Changcheng, the tip of his left finger seemed to brush his beautiful abs.

"Guess~", three points are enchanting, three points are Xiao Lengao, three points are naughty, and one point is joyful.

The tip of her hair is still a little wet, and she is wearing Changcheng's loose white T. Under the thin and light clothes, there is a chic curve looming, her legs are smooth and white, and the whole fair and delicate person exudes a fragrance of softness , with a burst of rose fragrance that has never been seen before, rich and attractive.

Chang Cheng quickly pasted it on, the scent of mint and rose collided unrestrainedly, his bony hand followed the snow-white skin all the way up, and the other hand wrapped around the person and easily tore off the card on the box.

"Brother Changcheng, what are you doing~" Song Huan blamed lightly and amusingly.

Song Huan would not call brother easily, after all, the age difference is there, unless the "force".

"Baby, what do you want me to do, I will do it." The hard and hot object pressed between the curves familiarly, but there was no movement for a long time, the low tip of the nose rubbed against the ear, and the warm breath passed by .The hands under the clothes were restlessly moving on the pink and soft tips, beside the ears were beautifully curved lips, and the hot tip of the tongue was gently turning around the pinnae, the red ears were wet, and then, the teeth were Delicate lobe punishment. Sexual nibble.

"...Mmm..." Song Huan's whole body was limp on Shi's body, and he couldn't help making a numb and seductive tone. For a moment, he was dazed, his whole body was overwhelmed by sensibility, and his thoughts flew to outer space.

"Huanhuan is as sweet as a strawberry, wait for me to come back and take a big bite~" Changcheng read the words on the card in a provocative tone, but his subordinates were even more aggressive, "Baby, when did you seduce the little fairy? And where's the cake. Where's my cake baby?"

"Um...no, without you...uh! You!" It was Chang Cheng who punished and gnawed on the throbbing artery.

"It's not your birthday... why did I give you a cake..."

The beast-like gaze sank, and then asked in a low voice: "Is your birthday today?"

"Yeah, there's no birthday present..." Song Huan said with regret in his dizziness.

"Birthday gift? Here it is for you now... don't worry..." The voice was suppressed and anxious, with scalding heat and the momentum of a rainy day.

On a summer night, it is very cool, but the room is indeed very hot. Sweat and ice cream are mixed together. In addition to the scent of shower gel mixed with mint and rose, and the smell of freshly melted strawberries, there is also There was a blushing fishy smell, but the two protagonists didn't care.

Song Huan's body was covered with sticky, sweet and greasy melted strawberry ice cream and two kinds of slightly salty sweat. Fresh strawberries covered his milky white body.

Feeling the aggrieved panting and humming of the person below him, and the limp hands pushing away the thick chest, Chang Cheng raised his head and saw the beautiful eyes misty, the red corners of the eyes with a few shallow tears, The tip of the nose and cheeks are still rosy, and there is a smear of white and pink mucus on the edge of the soft pink lips, and the body that has finally separated a little, pounces on it like a lion again.

Night is still long.

When she woke up the next day, Song Huan curled up in her warm embrace like a kitten, the back of her head and neck were firmly pressed into the honey-colored nest, and her white hands were clenched into balls and held in slender hands.

Originally, he habitually wanted to touch the watch on the bedside, but Chang Cheng, who was forced to wake up first, saw that hazy and cute look, and was caught doing morning exercises again.

In the end, Song Huan, who was really hungry and angrily protesting that he wanted to eat breakfast, finally touched his watch, and found that he could catch up with afternoon tea at this point.

After the room was finished, the woven cloth cover on the sofa in the living room had to be removed and washed, the quilt had to be washed, the table top had to be tidied up, the glass vase with broken flowers in the corner had to be cleaned, and the garbage had to be cleaned up... It was a horrible crime scene.

"Chang Yingying, I'm warning you! If you go too far next time, don't think about my birthday again! If you do it again, I'm really going to be scrapped!" Song Huan deeply suspected that Chang Cheng played a match-fixing game yesterday afternoon!It's a lie that a person only catches up on half an hour of sleep at home!Meiming's birthday gift was also a fake!all fake! !

While tidying up the messy living room, Chang Cheng obediently "admitted": "Mmm, I won't be able to do it next time, baby, don't be angry, do you want some soup, the pot was hot last night and you Soup brought back."

"I told you that you still look like Teddy, do you think you are a perpetual motion machine?"

Song Huan nestled on the one-person sofa that had been packed first, and had no time to enjoy the sunset gracefully. Even if her whole body was dismantled and reassembled, she would hold back her soreness and scold the "culprit".

Chang Cheng leaned over and bowed his head for several mouthfuls, and it took a long time to smooth Song Huan's hair.

Can't look straight at Strawberry Ice Cream Cake anymore!

As for that bottle of body wash, throw it away!Not negotiable! !

A week later, there were several shower gels of the same brand in the bathroom.That night Changcheng was locked out of the bedroom door.

But the shower gel was not destroyed in the end.

"Anyway, it's only a few days away, so it's easy to get together." Song Huan said slowly.

Grandpa and grandma are not here, who to go with.Might as well have fun with my son.

"En." Chang Cheng lowered his head, suppressing all the emotions in his eyes.

Little Pudding climbed down from the chair with hands and feet, picked up his small backpack and was ready to go: "Dad, uncle, let's go! I want to eat strawberry flavored cake~"

Song Huan: "..." It's a scam! !

Chang Cheng seemed to think of something, with tenderness in his eyes, he looked at Song Huan carefully from the corner of his eye, his low and negative emotions were swept away and replaced by joy.

Song Huan felt a chill down his back, so he quickly changed the subject: "Son, let's eat something different for your birthday today, mousse cheese, black forest is not bad, why don't we try soufflé? We need to taste more different kinds of food, Don't stick to one kind! And you don't get tired of eating strawberries all day long? Mango mousse is pretty good, let's go and I'll treat you!" After speaking, he picked up his things and prepared to make small puddings.

"Father, I..." Little Pudding still wanted to win over his girlish heart.

"Then mango mousse! Grab the tail of summer and eat mangoes! What about summer fruits, Song Bingxi?"

"Watermelon! Peach!"

"Very good! The last time I took you to see the lotus, whose poem do you remember?"

Little Pudding jumped up and down and said: ""Little Pond", Yang Wanli and Xiaohe just showed their sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on their heads~"

Song Huan held the flyer, pretended to be an ancient man holding a book, and asked as he walked, "Kids can't be lazy in reciting poems. This time, let's force you to pass the test. Is there any more?"

"Green bamboo contains new powder, red lotus sheds old clothes."

"Well, it's great! I'll reward you with lotus seed soup tomorrow afternoon."

The sound gradually faded away, Chang Cheng got up and walked towards the people in the distance...

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The early bird gets the worm~hee~