Chapter 275

You you cold tunnel: "you like is not enough, but also my mother can see you."

Muyazhe's eyebrow angle was drawn. Some of them were overwhelmed by the child's arrogance and arrogance.

He is worthy of his son. He is a king with all his hands and feet!

You you suddenly smile, elegant radian jump on lips, like a very polite little gentleman.

"Muyazhe, you'd better know one thing. Maybe in your opinion, your love is a great gift to other women! But for my mommy, it's just the foundation of true love. My mommy is beautiful, gentle and considerate. Besides, my son is hurting him. If you want to be with my mommy, you have to be happy. Understand? "

"Well? That is to say, I still have a chance? " Said muyazhe.

Youyou squinted at him, snorted coldly, "yes, let's see your performance!"

"So now," he said, suddenly opening his palm and looking at his delicate face softly, "can I hold you?"

The gentle and mellow male voice line shows the doting of a loving father.

Youyou's heart suddenly smothers, the eyes of shuilingling are slightly open, and the heart rate suddenly slows down.

Dong - dong.

Seeing that he hesitated and was stunned, mu Yazhe said "um" and waited for his response.

Hug

Youyou's face is a little hesitant. He looks at muyazhe's broad and warm chest, moistening his dry lips. His eyes are full of longing.

No child can resist the warm embrace of his father.

So is xiaoyouyou.

Suddenly his eyes were sour and astringent.

In my heart, there is a little joy and yearning.

When I was a child, when the kindergarten was out of school, I watched the children of the same age fly to their father's arms, and they were held in their arms by those powerful arms. The pictures always hurt his eyes.

Mommy's arms are soft, but mommy's strength is too small, holding him, always a little uncomfortable.

If can be held by daddy, must be very happy!

Strong arms, warm chest, strong heartbeat, sitting on the shoulder, as if reaching for the sky!

That taste, must be very happy?

With a little yearning, youYou can't help but reach out, as if the whole body is annotated with some irresistible magic, and yearns for his mind.

Mu Yazhe's eyes warm and he holds his little hand.

Small hands, should have been pink and tender, at the moment, but some hair cold, a little morbid pale.

Although the small hands are not big, the five fingers are long, round, clean fingernails, clear bony joints, very beautiful, just like his hands. Hold in the hand, soft, lightly, then easily his hand in the palm.

Muyazhe found that he was very pleased with his son.

Intelligent, thoughtful, but mature too much, people can't help but love.

Youyou suddenly shrinks. His face is a little awkward.

Looking at him, his cheeks were red and a little hot.

As if to be afraid that the man misunderstands anything, immediately emphasizes own standpoint again and again. "I give you a hug. It's for my mommy's sake..."

Mu Yazhe was stunned and smiled suddenly: "OK."

"But just because I hold you doesn't mean I recognize you! Or It depends on you! " Small milk bag mouth say don't, but the face is more and more red up, obviously some shy.