At that time, he had not recovered his memory, so he rejected him. If it must be counted, perhaps, this is the legendary - disharmony in the aura.

  He saw Leng Yunlin's paw resting on Mu Qingyu's shoulder, and the two of them were extremely close. And their daughter, still in Mu Qingyu's arms, blinked, looked at her mother suddenly, and cried again—foodie dumpling was hungry and needed milk.

   "Baby, what's the matter? I just changed the diaper, did you **** again?" Leng Yunlin didn't like Mo Shaochen either, so he simply ignored him and paid attention to the uncle-like Leng Xiaotuanzi.

  Tear off the diaper, the little **** is very dry. No pee or poo, and they were around her, probably hungry.

   "Stinky boy, you just finished pooping and you want to eat it!" Leng Yunlin unceremoniously pinched her little nose, and this time, Leng Xiaotuanzi cried even louder.

   "What's the matter?" In the room, Mu's mother heard the baby's granddaughter crying, and she also came out. When she saw the little guy crying, she immediately asked.

   "It's okay, I guess I'm hungry." Mu Qingyu picked up her daughter.

  Mother Mu remembered that she came here in a hurry today and forgot to bring milk powder for the little guy: "But, the milk powder is gone."

   "It's okay, I'll do it." Mu Qingyu's milk is still enough, but Xiaotuanzi is too edible, and hers is not enough, and occasionally needs extra meals.

   "Breast milk is good, breast milk is good, Qingyu, come feed your daughter." Leng Yunlin smiled. However, Mu Qingyu was a little speechless seeing his benevolent expression with a hint of obscenity.

  Since he wants to breastfeed the child, Mo Shaochen can no longer stay here. He glanced at the family of three, and finally, he withdrew his eyes and walked into the room.

  Leng Yunlin's wish came true, and he immediately felt refreshed. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Mu Qingyu hiding in a corner with his back to the door, pulling off his clothes, revealing a snow-white hill.

  As if she smelled a sweet smell, Leng Xiaotuanzi regained her spirits all of a sudden, her little nose tried to sniff left and right, until her mother hugged her and pressed her little mouth to her body.

  As soon as the foodie Xiaotuanzi smelled his mother, he closed his mouth without saying a word, and desperately began to **** the sweet juice.

  It was not the first time for Leng Yunlin to watch Mu Qingyu feed Xiaotuanzi, but it was the first time for him to watch her feed Xiaotuanzi so seriously.

  Mu Qingyu is wearing a loose sweater, and the underwear inside also has a wide neckline. Sitting next to her, you can clearly see half of her beautiful curves. Perhaps it was because she was breastfeeding the child, bursts of tempting milk fragrance wafted from her body. Because his wife was pregnant and gave birth, Leng Yunlin, who hadn't eaten meat for a long time, suddenly couldn't walk.

  Looking again, Leng Xiaotuanzi's small mouth has been sipping on his mother's hill tightly, and his big eyes are still open, looking at the surrounding environment in a dark way.

   Not to mention, after pregnancy, this place is much plumper than usual. That alluring radian, the white color, and the slight milky fragrance. . . . . . Leng Yunlin couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of water. Xiaotuanzi tasted so delicious, he really wanted to taste it!

  Maybe the father's eyes are too hot, which makes the little guy who is eating feel it. She frowned, her small mouth was still sucking hard, but her big eyeballs had already turned around.