Thinking about it this way, Su Cheng almost wanted to vomit blood. He was so old and did not even have a girlfriend. The point is that the little brother was the most close to him all day. Is it really appropriate?

Is hand liberation and liberation?

Su Cheng thought about tears, and he must find Fu Liangcheng to add bonuses. []

Here, Su Cheng wanted to cry without tears, and the President Fu over there was proud of the spring breeze.

He got up early in the morning and stood in the kitchen for breakfast. All Western Chinese style made one. It was installed with a plate, which was very exquisite.

At 8 o'clock, Fu Liangcheng entered Fu Danan's room on time. Fu Ranran was shrinking in the quilt. The small body was wrapped like a silkworm baby.

Fu Liangcheng saw her sleeping a little funny, and inexplicably felt that she was sleeping like Ji Ma like this.

Sure enough, it was a mother and daughter. It was very similar to everything. Fu Liangcheng suddenly remembered. Before, Fu Ranran also pointed at her face and said that she was like Ji Ma. At that time, why didn't he doubt it at that time.

If I suspect it, I can't get a harmonious husband and wife with Ji Lao.

Thinking of the words "Harmony Couple's Life", Fu Liangcheng's eyes were dark, and he thought about it seriously.

He has waited for so many years, and he can't wait.

Fu Liangcheng's brain made up a bunch, and finally stopped when the picture was increasingly coded in his head. He squatted beside the bed and stretched out his hand to poke Fu Ranran's face.

"Get up."

Fu Ranran stabbed his head and shrunk into the quilt, ignoring Fu Liangcheng at all.

Fu Liangcheng was not right, he reached out and dragged people out again, and shouted: "Get up."

He was noisy again, and Fu Ranran frowned impatiently, as if he felt that Fu Liangcheng was very noisy, he reached out and covered his ears, tightened the quilt, wrapped it as a silkworm baby.

She was stunned by her series of small movements, and there was no way. Facts in a small face similar to Ji Lao, Fu Liangcheng's smart brain had no use of martial arts at all.

He was afraid that the breakfast he had just made is cold, and he was hungry in the future daughter -in -law. He didn't say anything. He directly hugged Fu Ranran, who wrapped it in the quilt, and then went out of the door with breakfast.

Early in the morning, in the villa, you could see a tall man holding a quilt in one hand and holding things with one hand, which was very contrary to his tall and cold image.

Someone in the villa area stood in the window and saw this scene. I felt a little funny. I reached out and patted it.

The angle is excellent, and the shooting is particularly clear. Even the small head wrapped in the quilt is if it appears.

When the doorbell rang, Ji La just finished washing his face. He didn't even have time to apply water milk, so he walked to the living room to open the door.

Only Fu Liangcheng can come at this time, and Ji La did not look directly at the door.

At the door, Fu Liangcheng stood at the door, holding the quilt in one hand, holding a lunch box with one hand.

Ji Mai was shocked, and the pupils fell for several seconds before she blinked. "Fu Liangcheng, although the temperature has fallen recently, you don't need to send me a quilt early in the morning."

Although it is very warm to send warmth, but in Fu Liangcheng, how can it be a bit stupid?

When Fu Liangcheng's mouth was pumped, he reached out and handed the quilt over. "Hold it up, there is your daughter inside."

Speaking of Ji Ji's arms in the arms, Ji La heard his daughter's two words, and quickly reached out and hugged. Then he saw the half -dew's little head.

"..." She was really shocked by Fu Liangcheng.

After living for so many years, she has seen everything. It is the first time to carry her daughter like this!

"Why did you just take her like this?" Ji Lao looked at Fu Ranran in his arms, and remembered that Fu Liangcheng looked at Fu Danan every time, he was hung in the air, and was held by Fu Liangcheng with his clothes.

The appearance of face habits.

Ji La had a headache. Is it so casual?

She was really shattered by the three views of Fu Liangcheng.

"I just have one hand, who does not hold her?"

Fu Liangcheng held the lunch box in his hand and looked serious.

"What are you?"

"breakfast."

"... Actually, you can hold Fu Ranran and don't take breakfast."

Ji Lao actually wants to ask, is breakfast more important than her daughter?

However, Fu Liangcheng shook his head seriously, "Daughter can not, breakfast must be taken."

"!" Ji La wide eyes.

Is Fu Ranran really born from Fu Liangcheng? Will there be a possibility? Fu Ranran is actually her daughter and someone else's daughter. It has nothing to do with Fu Liangcheng?

"Breakfast is given to my wife."

The meaning of his words is much more important than his daughter.

Alas, Ji La was suddenly stunned by his sweet words, "Who is your wife, don't shout casually."

She said she turned around immediately and walked inside with Fu Ranran.

When Fu Liangcheng saw this, he reached out and placed the lunch box on the table. He walked to the Ji Mast with two steps and grabbed Ji La's hand from behind.

"I think about it, you are right just now, and your daughter is also very important."

So he hugged Ji Lao and walked in the back.

"... Isn't it important to be a daughter? Where should you be shameless now?"

Fu Liangcheng held her waist and made a shame to the end. "Fu Ranran usually eats too much, it's too strong, I'm afraid you can't hold it."

Fu Ranran, who is asleep in Ji Ma's arms: "..." Isn't she too strong? How can she describe too strong girls?!!

Ji La: "..." She didn't really want to talk to Fu Liangcheng, who was shameful!

With this awkward posture, Fu Ranran was hugged back to the room, and Ji La bent over and placed Fu Ranran on the bed. Fu Liangcheng stood behind her.

waist.

Ji La just put Fu Danran halfway, his body suddenly stiffened, and he was unconsciously tight.

She is now with Fu Liangcheng, so strange and good!

The two were very close, and now they do so, they are more direct negative distances.

Holding Fu Ranran's hand, she couldn't help but bend it. She didn't let it go, and she didn't let it go.

"Mast, why not let it go?"

Fu Liangcheng behind his body was innocently urging, and his voice was very innocent, as if he really didn't know anything.

She wanted to let it go, how can he put himself like this?

Ji Lao cough at uncomfortably, and scolded Fu Liangcheng in his heart, "Cough, you ... let go first!"

"What's wrong with the mast, is Fu Ranran too heavy? I can't hold it?" Saying the manual movement wrapped around the waist of the Ji Mat, he kept holding the Ji Lao from his waist and holding him.

Hand dye, "I help you."

"... I really thank you."
Chapter completed!