Chapter 1280
When Yun Shishi came back, he saw Xiaoyi Chen pestering mu Yazhe and asking, "Daddy, how did you plant my brother and me in Mommy?"
“……” After listening to the poems, they are petrified.
The face is red again!
She was ashamed and angry. She stared at mu Yazhe angrily. She didn't know what topic the father and son were talking about in her absence!
What is "plant in Mommy?!"
How can I hear this more and more? It's full of filth and color / gas!?
Obviously, the father and son didn't realize that cloud poetry was still "popular science" in a sacred field.
As he peeled the apple for him, he said mysteriously, "you've had a shot. You should have seen what it looks like!"
"Well! I know! " Xiaoyi Chen nodded like a pester, his face full of curiosity.
Then he said in a deep voice, "just go in!"
Cloud Poetry: "..."
Little Yi Chen's eyes widened. He felt incredible, but he still seemed to understand.
"Daddy, I don't really understand! Is the needle tube used for injection, and does daddy also use the needle tube to drive in the seeds? "
"You study for yourself," he said impatiently
"Oh! I see, daddy, is that the syringe? "
Mu Yazhe: "..."
Cloud Poetry: "..."
She's really a bit of a mess in the wind!
"Then, how did my brother and I get out of Mommy's body?" Small Yi Chen pesters him to ask again, show strong desire for knowledge again, small fellow is determined to break the casserole to ask in the end!
Muyazhe glanced at him and said, "son, can you ask me some questions that are good for your physical and mental health?"
"Isn't it a question of physical and mental health?" Xiaoyi Chen asked strangely, blocking up mu Yazhe.
"HMM..."
Yunshishi blushed, held an empty fist and pretended to cough, which attracted the attention of both father and son.
She felt that she would not interrupt in time, and she did not know what the man was going to instill in his son!
God!
What a shame
What syringe? It's Injection
Is that the answer?
Xiaoyichen turned his head and saw yunshishi returning to the ward with two bottles of hot water bottles. He said enthusiastically, "Mommy, you are back!"
Yun Shishi's face is soft with a smile: "MMM! Mommy's back! "
Finish saying, she slants over Yu Guang, did not have good spirit ground gouged out mu Yazhe one eye.
The latter one face calmly sits on one side, has not the slightest repentance meaning!
Cloud poetry is more angry at seeing it.
As soon as she sat down, xiaoyichen stuck up and asked the interrupted question: "Mommy, tell me, how did you and I come?"
Yunshishi turns his head with a smile and pinches his tender face: "how do you suddenly think of asking this question?"
"I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I can't understand why Daddy and Mommy are together, and I'm the one." Little Yi Chen's face is really tangled up and his eyebrows are twisted. It seems that he has been troubled by this profound subject for a long time!
Looking at Xiangyun's poems, mu Yazhe saw a touch of teasing and narrowing, a slight hook on his thin lips and a touch of pondering.
He also wanted to see how she would answer that question!
Cloud poetry can not help but be a bit trance.
When she was a child, she asked her mother the same question.
"Where am I from?"
“……” After listening to the poems, they are petrified.
The face is red again!
She was ashamed and angry. She stared at mu Yazhe angrily. She didn't know what topic the father and son were talking about in her absence!
What is "plant in Mommy?!"
How can I hear this more and more? It's full of filth and color / gas!?
Obviously, the father and son didn't realize that cloud poetry was still "popular science" in a sacred field.
As he peeled the apple for him, he said mysteriously, "you've had a shot. You should have seen what it looks like!"
"Well! I know! " Xiaoyi Chen nodded like a pester, his face full of curiosity.
Then he said in a deep voice, "just go in!"
Cloud Poetry: "..."
Little Yi Chen's eyes widened. He felt incredible, but he still seemed to understand.
"Daddy, I don't really understand! Is the needle tube used for injection, and does daddy also use the needle tube to drive in the seeds? "
"You study for yourself," he said impatiently
"Oh! I see, daddy, is that the syringe? "
Mu Yazhe: "..."
Cloud Poetry: "..."
She's really a bit of a mess in the wind!
"Then, how did my brother and I get out of Mommy's body?" Small Yi Chen pesters him to ask again, show strong desire for knowledge again, small fellow is determined to break the casserole to ask in the end!
Muyazhe glanced at him and said, "son, can you ask me some questions that are good for your physical and mental health?"
"Isn't it a question of physical and mental health?" Xiaoyi Chen asked strangely, blocking up mu Yazhe.
"HMM..."
Yunshishi blushed, held an empty fist and pretended to cough, which attracted the attention of both father and son.
She felt that she would not interrupt in time, and she did not know what the man was going to instill in his son!
God!
What a shame
What syringe? It's Injection
Is that the answer?
Xiaoyichen turned his head and saw yunshishi returning to the ward with two bottles of hot water bottles. He said enthusiastically, "Mommy, you are back!"
Yun Shishi's face is soft with a smile: "MMM! Mommy's back! "
Finish saying, she slants over Yu Guang, did not have good spirit ground gouged out mu Yazhe one eye.
The latter one face calmly sits on one side, has not the slightest repentance meaning!
Cloud poetry is more angry at seeing it.
As soon as she sat down, xiaoyichen stuck up and asked the interrupted question: "Mommy, tell me, how did you and I come?"
Yunshishi turns his head with a smile and pinches his tender face: "how do you suddenly think of asking this question?"
"I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I can't understand why Daddy and Mommy are together, and I'm the one." Little Yi Chen's face is really tangled up and his eyebrows are twisted. It seems that he has been troubled by this profound subject for a long time!
Looking at Xiangyun's poems, mu Yazhe saw a touch of teasing and narrowing, a slight hook on his thin lips and a touch of pondering.
He also wanted to see how she would answer that question!
Cloud poetry can not help but be a bit trance.
When she was a child, she asked her mother the same question.
"Where am I from?"