marriage with god

The day passed quietly.

I had breakfast, lunch was over, and even dinner was undergoing digestion in my stomach, so it was time for bed.

Country life can be described as simple and ordinary, but Lu Qi still enjoys it very much. He doesn't have to think too much about plots and tricks, he just needs to think about how to make his brothers eat and wear warm, have books to read, and have a future to find. Very down to earth.

But tonight is a bit different. There are not many rooms in their house. The two younger brothers occupy one room, and Andrew and Banello occupy one room. Obviously, the two of them are not in the right mood tonight. Rolled into bed and snored.

Now only Lu Qi's room is left, Lu Qi looks at his house, the house always looks so big when there are only three brothers in the house, but now he feels so small, it is because there are too many people in the family Well, it will be a matter of time to change the house, and he also believes that his family business will grow bigger and bigger, Lu Qi has such confidence.

Lu Qi said to Chelsea: "There are only three rooms, and we can only sleep in one room."

After taking a shower, Lu Qi sat in his own room. No matter what, he would never do something like the guest sleeping on the bed and the master laying the floor. He is a person who will not wrong himself.

Chelsea has no objection. He woke up from this bed in the afternoon, and he is very energetic now and has not started to feel drowsy. He quietly left Dana. Reviewing documents in the study room, doing the same thing day after day will always feel that there is no freshness, and I really want to change.

Chelsea thinks that he hates Lu Qi, but he doesn't mind sharing the same bed with him. For example, now that Lu Qi consciously leans into the bed, he naturally unbuttons the belt of his coat. Getting ready to lie in bed This summer Lu Qi sleeps shirtless, now suddenly an outsider breaks into his private space, he is hesitating whether to take off his shirt, it is really uncomfortable to sleep without taking off his shirt.

Lu Qi asked Chelsea: "You don't mind if I take off my clothes and go to bed?"

Chelsea turned around and put her hands on the pillow to look at him, and said, "I don't mind."

Lu Qi didn't make a fuss, and immediately took off his coat, leaving only a pair of shorts on his lower body. He scratched his hair and said with an unnatural smile: "I'm used to sleeping like this, if you think it's too hot for two of you to sleep together , you take off your clothes too."

Chelsea looked at him a little strangely, for no reason, Chelsea thought of a sentence that lingered in his ears all night last night, Dad doesn't like to get dressed to sleep.

As Chelsea stared at Lu Qi's lean but small muscular body, the latter's face began to heat up, and he pulled the sheet up to his navel and placed his hands flat on his stomach.

Lu Qi attributed the hot face to the fact that the two people shared the same bed too hot. Tonight, he took out an extra pillow. The usual pillow is a medicated pillow, but tonight it is a normal pillow. The medicated pillow has been placed in Chelsea The back of his head, but he can still smell the scent of medicine.

It is said that when Lu Qi lies down on weekdays, a little figure will appear on his hand, and tonight seems to be no exception.

Chelsea looked at the light-colored flames that emerged from Lu Qi's palm, and the room that had already turned off the oil lamp was instantly filled with warm dim yellow light. Lu Qi blinked at the flames. He remembered the last time Chelsea left Flames erupted from the palm of his hand like this, and it seemed that Chelsea had moved something on his hand.

"You said that the Lingzhu is in my body, can you explain to me what this phenomenon is?"

It takes a certain amount of time for a little person to transform from a ball of flames into a human form. Lu Qi calmly watched the changes in the color and brightness of the flames in his hands, and Chelsea also watched. He thought what he saw in the morning was an illusion, but now he finds it incredible. He suddenly grabbed the transformed right hand of Lu Qi's flame group, and asked in surprise, "Is this my spirit bead?"

The two of them were very close at this time, Chelsea had already sat up, Lu Qi also sat up, the quilt slipped to his lap, his bare upper body was completely exposed to the air, and the grasped hand felt the pain coming from Chelsea. The low body temperature from the west hand, the warmth in the hand turned into warmth.

Lu Qi shook his head: "I don't know what's going on, I'm still waiting for you to explain to me, hey, your name is not Sirzie, what is your real name?"

Chelsea finally moved her eyes, which were staring directly at the flames, to the handsome face that was close at hand, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, Lu Qi, a human being, was far smarter than he thought, and Chelsea didn't feel sorry for Lu Qi. Doubt felt disgusted, and then asked calmly: "How do you know that I am not using my real name."

The hand that has become rough from working on weekdays was held by a warm and white hand. I couldn't tell how strange it was. Lu Qi didn't struggle, and he didn't feel uncomfortable when he didn't express himself. He let Chelsea hold it and said: "Today When I called you in the morning, you didn't seem to know that I was calling you, so you felt that the name you gave me before seemed fake."

More than half a year has passed, Lu Qi still remembered his name, and Chelsea felt a little joy in his heart, but his face naturally wouldn't show his joy, and he himself didn't know what the warm current in his heart was. He Wu did not hide his real name this time either: "My name is Chelsea."

Lu Qi habitually arched his left leg, put his left hand on it, and nodded knowingly. It was really difficult for him to remember other people's full names.

While they were talking, the flickering flames in Lu Qi's hands had turned into a clean little man. He opened his mouth, stretched out his arms, kicked his short legs, and then rubbed the little man. eyes, saw Lu Qi's familiar face and called out sweetly: "Dad..."

The fingers holding the back of Lu Qi's hand tightened, he turned his head and looked at the little man holding Lu Qi's thumb in his hand, completely dazed, the voice from last night and the voice from this morning were all real.

When the little man saw Chelsea looking at him, he also looked at him directly, and shouted, "Mom..."

Lu Qi successfully choked, and turned his head slightly and hit Chelsea's head who was close to him. He wondered if he had heard wrong just now, so he asked Chelsea: "Did you hear what the baby said just now?" ?”

Chelsea smelled the fragrance on Lu Qi's body, looked at him and said, "He calls you Dad."

Lu Qi replied: "The baby seems to be calling you mother."

As if responding to and confirming Lu Qi's words, the baby climbed up holding Lu Qi's thumb, and the young JJ was shaking in front of them. .”

Can Chelsea ignore it?

Can Chelsea respond?

Can Chelsea say no?

All promises are negative.

Now his face was twitching, his eyes were twitching, his ears were twitching, and the corners of his mouth were twitching. He looked at the baby excitedly, meditated to calm down, calm down, and said in a low voice, "Baby, you can't call me mom."

Naturally, the baby didn't know why Chelsea couldn't be called mother. The latter's hand was still unconsciously grabbing Lu Qi's hand, so the baby crawled into Chelsea's palm along their intersecting fingers, swinging their short legs, The white and tender buttocks swayed and twisted in front of the two of them. Chelsea felt the little figure move in her palm, and tensed her nerves to keep her fingers from trembling.

The baby struggled to climb from his father's palm to his mother's, his small mouth was still panting, but what he was breathing was not the fresh air Luke breathed, but the flames around him, and Cher The baby with a faint look on Xi looked at Lu Qi, his pure and unpolluted eyes were shining brightly, and he pouted his pink mouth and asked, "Dad, why can't you call me mom, the baby likes mom."

The corners of Chelsea's eyes began to convulse, and Lu Qi raised his finger to approach the baby, licked his little buttocks and said, "Because he is a man, he cannot be called a man's mother."

Lu Qi didn't know where the baby came from. Now he guessed that the baby was a little person that Chelsea put in the spirit ball inside his body. discomfort.

The baby touched the little butt that Lu Qi had tapped, then put his hand into his mouth and sucked it, and said proudly: "Dad, I know that Mom is a male."

Seeing the interaction between the two of them, Chelsea was unwilling to be left behind, and said with a gentle smile, "Baby has been with me for so long and doesn't know that I am a man, so should I call here?"

Chelsea also reached out to touch the little guy's white and tender little butt. Seeing that Lu Qi touched his little butt, he also had the urge to play with the baby. It was really fun, soft and slippery.

The baby covered his little butt that was poked by his parents, pouted his cute little mouth and reluctantly said to Chelsea: "Mom can't spank the baby's butt, and dad doesn't spank. Mom should love the baby like dad .”

After speaking, he grinned at Lu Qi again. His expression was really changeable. Chelsea had a feeling that he saw a similar temperament from the baby. He looked at the baby with his shoulder on his arm and bowed his head to talk to the baby. Lu Qi, he really raised the Lingzhu, and his personality is very similar to him. Chelsea suspects that the baby grew up through his own efforts, which must be contaminated with a lot of Lu Qi's breath , similar and familiar breath.

Lu Qi was a little curious about how the baby could talk, and how he determined who was the father and who was the mother, so he asked him, "Why does the baby think he is the mother and I am the father?"

Chelsea intentionally squeezed Lu Qi's waist while Lu Qi wasn't paying attention, and glared at him angrily. Lu Qi felt pain in his waist, and rubbed his waist with distorted face to look at Chelsea. The latter whispered: "Who do you think is Mother."

It is an affirmative sentence not an interrogative sentence.

The baby didn't notice their actions, he was holding onto Chelsea's beautiful little chin, thinking deeply about his father's esoteric questions.

This question is so difficult...