Quick Transmigration System: Pounce on Male Gods Which Family’s Stronger

He hung his coat very skillfully next to him, and raised his eyes to take into account the light cloth that was rubbing his legs.

Yan Shengyi, who didn't change her shoes, rushed over and held her hand: "What's wrong?"

"I just squatted for a long time and my feet are numb, so..."

Yan Shengyi froze, and Yu Guang fell on some messy flowers and plants on the balcony.

"Why don't you tell me when doing these things!"

Bu Qingge blinked, then smiled: "I want to make something for you, I didn't expect..."

Yan Shengyi shook her head, raised her head and squeezed her nose: "You! Sit down here!"

Later, Yan Shengyi completely ignored the shirt and trousers on his body. Just how much money he directly rolled up his sleeves, he began to grow these flowers and plants very skillfully, and was not born.

Bu Qingge, who was sitting next to him, waited until his feet were a little comfortable, and ran to him in a hurry, and continued to squat: "You look more skilled!"

"I used to do these things with my mother before?"

"Huh?" Bu Qingge raised an eyebrow and looked at the man in doubt.

Never heard of him when he was at home.

It is impossible to hear him say this time, not to be surprised.

"Mum likes to play with these flowers and plants, and is afraid of hurting her hands, so she usually stands next to me and directs me to do things." Yan Shengyi fell into memory and began to say these things!

"No wonder you are so skilled!"

"However, I haven't done these things for many years, it's still a bit rusty!" Yan Shengyi said indifferently, it sounded calm, actually...

Bu Qingge hugged him, leaning on his shoulder regardless of the occasion.

Said nothing.

There is no language of relief.

She just held quietly... Yan Shengyi.

After the man has done all the work at hand.

Bu Qingge lowered his voice slowly, and said slowly: "I like to get these flowers and flowers, but my hands are stupid, and I have to trouble you later!"

"What trouble is not bothersome, do you and I need to say such polite words?" Yan Shengyi, regardless of whether his hands are dirty or not, pointed directly at his finger and said, "Don't say such things in the future!"

"Oh... I just blurted out, I believe you shouldn't mind!" Bu Qingge smiled and unconsciously put out his tongue, looking naive and romantic.

Yan Shengyi almost didn't laugh, but he put up with it and said, "If you say such polite words in the future, I will have severe punishment?"

"Punishment?" Bu Qingge asked.

She admitted that she wanted to know what the punishment was.

"Ok."

"What punishment?"

"secret."

"If you don't say anything, I'm welcome!" Bu Qingge admitted that he was deliberately dying and wanted to know what the punishment was.

"Why are you welcome!"

"Thank you to you every day, then please you with every sentence, very polite to you!"

Yan Shengyi raised her eyebrows, her eyes slightly turned: "Oh?"

Bu Qingge's face instantly wrinkled into buns, as if thinking, what should he say to stimulate Yan Shengyi's punishment.

Haven't waited for her to react.

Yan Shengyi grabbed her hands, took her to the bathroom, and washed her hands carefully.

Before waiting for Bu Qingge to speak, his deep voice also sounded.

"The punishment is like this!"

Then, seal the lips with a kiss.