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, grabbed his father and said: "Why do you let the imperial doctor see this place? Dad, save me some face!";

BT Western Han Dynasty Picking Chrysanthemums Volume 163 [-] What is Little JJ

Wei Qing sat still, waited for a while, and then asked Mrs. Wei, "Does it still hurt?"

Mrs. Wei rubbed it with her hands, and then said to Wei Qing, "It still hurts a little, dad, you didn't think I was a Hun just now, did you? Why did you use so much strength?"

Wei Qing was a little dumbfounded this time, he knew that his hands were strong, but he didn't use much strength just now.

"Forget it, the pain will be fine," Wei Wei said at this moment, "Father, don't stare at me."

"Then," Wei Qing said, "I'll rub it for you."

Mrs. Wei felt that he might not be qin'shou enough, so before his nosebleeds came out again, he said to his still innocent and incomprehensible father, "Daddy, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Is it really not hurting anymore?" Wei Qing asked, with a clear sigh of relief on his face.Mrs. Wei didn't have many good parts. If he hurt this part of him again, his son might really have a headache in the future, and the question of which family's woman would be willing to marry.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Mrs. Wei said with certainty, "don't worry, father, it will be fine;

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Then Wei Qing said: "Take off your clothes, I'll wipe the bottom for you."

"There's no need for this," Wei Wei shook his head out of consideration for his own blood.

"Can you move by yourself?" Wei Qing didn't look at Mrs. Wei's awkward expression, and stretched out her hand to pull down Mrs. Wei's pants, "Don't talk nonsense with me, I have something to do later."

"Yes," Wei Wei lay down on the bed and said, "I haven't eaten yet."

Wei Qing slapped Mrs. Wei on the buttocks, "It's not time for dinner yet, are you hungry?"

"Father," Mrs. Wei said, "I'm a patient now."

"I don't think you're sick." Wei Qing looked at Mrs. Wei's legs, which also had many scars. "How did you get this?" Wei Qing asked Mrs. Wei, rubbing a long scar on Wei Qing's calf.

"Maybe it was injured while practicing martial arts," Wei Wei said.

Wei Qing frowned, his son can fight, but looking at the scars on his body, he also knew that he had suffered a lot when practicing martial arts, "Why didn't you be more careful?"

"Only when you have endured hardships can you become a master," Mrs. Wei said, "Father, the old man has never cared about me."

"You never showed mercy to him," Wei Qing said with a sigh.

"Then when he beat me up, you didn't see it," Mrs. Wei immediately said, "Don't think he is nice to Qing Huan now, he is not nice to me at all!"

The old bastard walked away from the window, this little Wei bastard!In vain, when he heard that he was injured again, he ran to see him, "Bah!" Looking at Mrs. Wei's house, the old man spit on the ground, "I'm just too kind to you!"

"My son, how many times do I have to tell you to respect the teacher?" In the room, Wei Qing wanted to educate Wei and his wife again.

Wei Wei's body trembled because his father's hand touched his inner thigh.

"Uncomfortable again?" Wei Qing hurriedly stopped and asked Mrs. Wei.

"Itchy," Mrs. Wei realized for the first time that this body was the same as his body that was blown up by the gas tank, and the inner thigh was the place that couldn't be touched.

Seeing that Mrs. Wei was still ticklish, Wei Qing wriggled under his hands like a loach. It was rare for General Wei to be playful, so he scratched Mrs. Wei's itchy flesh a few times.

Mrs. Wei laughed out loud. Physical factors are beyond human control.

Wei Deng was woken up by Mrs. Wei's laughter. The little boy rubbed his eyes and saw that his father and elder brother seemed to be playing. Wei Deng got up and was about to jump on Mrs. Wei's body.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Wei Qing hugged his youngest son and said, "Your elder brother is injured, you can't pounce on him like this."

His father's hand was taken away, and Wei Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother," Wei Deng broke free from Wei Qing's grasp, crawled to Wei's side in a few moves, and said, "Is the wound hurting again?"

"Then you can say hello for brother," said Mrs. Wei;

"Huh?" Wei Deng didn't understand.

"It's just whirring," Wei Wei said, "uh, it's just blowing."

As soon as Mrs. Wei said to blow, Wei Deng understood, "Then I'll give you a whirr." After saying that, little Wei Deng pouted his mouth and blew on Mrs. Wei's back.

Wei Qing rubbed the bath towel in the water, watching his two sons playing on the bed, Wei Qing's smile subconsciously softened, "Don't touch your elder brother's back," said Wei Deng's small When his head was about to be attached to Mrs. Wei's back, Wei Qing did not forget to remind his youngest son.

"Deng'er try harder," Wei Wei said maliciously, "Why doesn't your brother feel you whirring?"

"Okay, you!" Wei Qing glanced at Wei Deng's little face, which was flushed from blowing, and said to Mrs. Wei, "Separate your legs a little."

Wei Kang put his legs apart.

Only then did Wei Qing discover that the eldest son also had a long scar on the inside of his left leg, which was longer than the calf. "How did this come about?" Wei Qing asked with some distress.

"I can't remember," Mrs. Wei said, it was when the old man was catching rabbits in the woods, he fell to the ground and was scratched by a branch.Mrs. Wei never mentioned the scars that were not caused by heroism.

Wei Qing's hand touched the long and crooked scar on Wei's inner thigh. Wei Qing looked like a big centipede crawling on Wei's leg.

Wei Qing didn't realize that it was on Wei's inner thigh, close to the vital parts, but Wei couldn't pretend that he didn't feel it, at the same time it was itchy, he also felt numb, and his object seemed to be looking up. "Father!" Wei Wei couldn't take it any longer, and called Wei Qing.

Hearing the eldest son's voice changed, Wei Qing realized it later, and hurriedly wiped this place for Mrs. Wei.

"I'll just do it myself," Wei Wei stretched out his hand to Wei Qing.

"Wait a minute," Wei Qing rubbed the bath towel in the water again before handing it to Mrs. Wei.

"Brother, don't you want dad to wash your ass for you?" Wei Deng could see it clearly, and asked Wei and his wife loudly.

"Get out!" Mrs. Wei scolded, "You only want hairless ones like you. I can't wash myself?"

"What kind of hair do you have?" Third Young Master Wei asked.

"If you ask me again, you won't have a little jj!" Mrs. Wei threatened, and if his father wasn't around, he could explain it to Wei Xiaosan, but it's a pity that his father is sitting there right now. I can't say anything.

"What is little jj?"

"Wei Xiaosan!" Mrs. Wei yelled at Wei Xiaosan's son, this kid doesn't even know this?

"What is a little jj?" Young Master Wei San, who has always been treated kindly by his elder brother, is not afraid of his elder brother's fierce voice at all.

"It's where you niào'niào!" Mrs. Wei became impatient, the consequences of not having preschool education are here, and the baby doesn't understand anything.

"Is that little jj?" Wei Deng asked his father this time. ;

BT The Story of Picking Chrysanthemums in the Western Han Dynasty Volume 164 [-] Father and Son Playing Around

Wei Qing's face was a little uneasy, but Mrs. Wei was right, so she nodded quickly.

"Father," Wei Wei wiped his lower body with his back on his back at this time, and handed the bath towel to Wei Qing.

"Let me do it," Wei Qing stretched out his hand and pulled up the bottom coat for Mrs. Wei.

"Brother, where does the hair grow?" Wei Deng asked another question at this time.

Both Wei Qing and Mrs. Wei looked at Mrs. Wei, and saw the baby standing on Mrs. Wei's bed, taking off her panties, and studying the hairy part of the little dick.

"Put on your trousers," Wei Wei said with a smile, "You look dead now, your hair won't grow back either."

"Brother, do you have one?"

"Do you want to see it?" Mrs. Wei was about to take off his pants.

"He is small, you are as old as him?" Wei Qing pulled Wei Deng in front of him, and said to Wei Wei and his wife: "You are the elder brother, how can you not look good in front of the younger brother?"

"Father, where does the hair grow?" Wei Deng asked Wei Qing who was pulling his pants, "Father, do you grow it too?"

"puff;

! "Wei's saliva didn't hold back any longer, and he sprayed it out. The third son of Wei is also a strong man.

"You'll know it when you grow up," Wei Qing tied the belt for his youngest son.

Mrs. Wei looked at his father. Such a person is simply a 24-filial father. Now Mrs. Wei is really curious about what General Wei will look like when he is on the battlefield. "Father," Mrs. Wei asked, "how many people have you killed so far?"

Wei Qing stopped moving his hands, looked up at Mrs. Wei, and said, "How can I count this?"

Mrs. Wei knew he was stupid, but he still asked, "Thousands or tens of thousands?"

"My son," Wei Qing became serious at this moment, and said to Mrs. Wei, "On the battlefield, either the enemy dies or you die. You can't count these things."

"Oh," Mrs. Wei's expression was also terrified. It was for his own good. Mrs. Wei nodded at Wei Qing.

"The Huns who invaded our Han soil deserve to die," Wei Qing said again: "You must not have any sympathy for them."

"Oh," Mrs. Wei replied, it's too unbearable for this old man to say these words like lukewarm water.

"Deng'er, go back to the room." After fastening the belt for the youngest son, Wei Qing also patted Wei Deng's buttocks, and said, "Stop quarreling with your elder brother."

"I want to sleep with my brother!" Wei Deng twisted his little body on the bed and jumped.

"You have to eat before going to bed, right?" Mrs. Wei sat up, "You little pig, haven't you slept enough yet?"

"Deng'er is not a pig," Wei Deng replied to Mrs. Wei.

"Really?" Wei Wei stretched out two claws