My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

【Qiuqiu: Fuck, I feel like I'm going to fall in love with him! 】

【Yeah yeah yeah: You don't take a breath... I've never seen such a person with such strange bones...】

【Aha: How do dog men usually teach their sons!Curious QAQ]

【ABC: That's right, let me give you a kiss】

【Come to the bowl: The kid protecting his father is really cute!Look at my ID!Look at my ID! 】

[Jiu Mi: Yes, if Xigua Dong'er doesn't apologize, our Wang Jiajun won't let her go! 】

【See you at the old place tonight: want to kiss】

[It's better to dance: Wang Wang is not angry, a good son is not angry~]

[Hahaha: What's the name of the cutie? 】

Ke Yanze raised his eyelids lazily, saw someone asking his name in the comment section, glanced at Song Wang, and replied:

"Song Ze."

Song Wang: ...

Are you really happy now?

[Ye Laixiang: Yes, this is very father and son! 】

[Yo yo Lu Ming: So good boy, where is your mother? 】

[Heaven and Earth: Yes, I almost forgot about this one, so who is the dog man's wife? ? ? 】

[The wind blows the wheat waves: Don't say it, I don't want to hear it! ! 】

Seeing that the situation was about to develop to a place where he couldn't pull it back, Song Wang expressed that he was a little panicked in his heart.

Brother, you have to know something in your heart!This is a live broadcast of millions of people. If you say something, you can't take it back!

As if sensing Song Wang's nervousness, Ke Yanze glanced sideways at him, moved his small hand over, and quietly held his hand in a place where the camera could not see, signaling him to rest assured with his eyes.

The soft little hand was a little sensual, and while holding his own hand, he squeezed it a little harder.

Song Wang's heart trembled slightly, and then he looked at him.

The light in a pair of peach blossom eyes was shallow, looking at him fixedly through the scattered dust under the light.

The heartbeat was inexplicably rapid, and it echoed in my ears very clearly.

It was obviously the same face as usual, but at this moment it was a little more ambiguous.

Where he touched, the temperature began to rise gradually, and when it spread to his face, he reacted belatedly, it seemed that he was still on the live broadcast.

Millions of people watched for a while, only seeing the other party's "affectionate stare", inexplicably feeling that they had been sprinkled with dog food.

【Flowers all the way: this feeling...】

【Let's listen to the wind chant: I suddenly feel that this family doesn't need a mother...】

【Sheng Jing: I am Little Song Ze's mother herself! 】

"No mother," the little guy seemed a bit sad when he turned his head back:

"Not long ago."

The other party hadn't let go of his hand, and when he said that sentence, it tightened slightly.

Song Wang suddenly remembered the oil painting hanging in the middle of the hall. Ke Yanze said that it was his deceased mother.

So there is nothing wrong with him saying that.

There was pain in my heart, as if being pricked by a needle.

All of a sudden, she really wanted to wrap his small body in her arms and comfort him.

Song Wang was about to raise his hand to rub the little guy's head, when the latter looked moved and said:

"But today, I feel like I have a lot of moms."

Song Wang:? ? ?

Sensing the man's hand trembling, Ke Yanze smiled even wider:

"I'm not here in the future, you should also protect my father well."