The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Su Xiaomeng blinked for a moment.

First grade?

He's got a real tit.

“But I haven't been to kindergarten yet. ”

Shouldn't we start school in kindergarten?

There are cookies in kindergarten, not in the first grade.

Though it was only a few short years.

But Comrade Nightmare remembers the cookies of kindergarten.

Xiaohua was around, happy and excited.

“Su Xiaomeng! I was in first grade, too. We can go to school together. ”

Su Zheng glanced at both of them.

It's convenient. Can we pack it and send it to the same place?

Su Zheng touched Xiaohong's head.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss."

I want to go to school with you too.

Looks interesting.

Su Zheng thought that Xiaohong had not carried the Python technique yet.

He reached out and pinched Red's mouth.

The sound is cold.

“No, you don't. ”

Su Xiaohong stared at Su Qiang.

He can only keep hitting Su Qiang's arm with his tail.

All the way home to the garage.

Xiaohua dragged Su Xiaomeng into the house.

I can't wait to show my toys to new arrivals.

Su Zheng dragged the bag and slowly swallowed away.

Then, Su Yan and Song Yujing got off.

Su Yan bypassed the car and grabbed Song Yu-jing's arm.

Look up and ask.

“Do you like kids? ”

Song Yu Jing silenced for a moment

“Don't like it. ”

Follow me, he said.

“It is barely acceptable if disinfectant is used. ”

Su Smoke blinked and nodded.

So, all three of them have to be disinfected.

Because it's late.

It's already dark outside.

Light moonlight came in.

On two people.

Song Yujing was wearing a white shirt and each button was tightly fastened.

The breath of abstinence came to pass.

Perhaps it was the black light that went blind.

Perfect for doing something dear and loving.

Dr Song, who has never been proactive and is not close to cold ice.

Reach out, squeeze Su Smoke's chin, lift up.

Follow, bend over and kiss up with your head down.

“Mmm."

This garage is too quiet.

The ambiguity quickly spread between the two.

Su smoke ridge leaned against the head of the car.

Pressed by Song Yujing.

His kiss was more like a bite.

Give me a kiss, I just feel the pain in the corner of my lip.

Until there's a sound next to it.

“Ouch.”

Su Xiaohua was tripped.

The milk made a sound.

Song Yujing's eyelids moved.

Just a glance in the direction of that little bean pudding.

His voice was dull.

“Let's go on, don't worry about it. ”

Su Yan raised his hand and covered his mouth.

Her eyes were moist.

“They're still here. ”

Su Jiao these few.

Always stacked.

I found one, and the two, three, four after that are all here.

Looked at by these four innocent eyes.

And they don't know anything.

Or not.

Su Yan stood up.

Song Yu Jing is cold and cold.

I'm very upset about peeking and interrupting this.

Su Xiaohua's collar was grabbed by Su Xiaohua as he stepped out from behind the column.

Make a sound.

“You go on. We'll leave you alone. ”

Su Xiaomeng followed him and looked back from time to time.

It's the first time I've looked so close.

He wants to see it more carefully.

Little flower tits, milky voices, hidden voices.

“I want to see it again. ”

“You'll get beat up again. ”

“Well, that... that's all right. I'm not watching. ”

Suddenly, Xiaohua shrugged.

Without further delay, Su Yan dragged Song Yujing into the house.

I'm disturbed. Where can I kiss again?

It's just that Song Yu Jing has a cold, icy face with an unpleasant face.

Evening.

More than ten o'clock.

Su Yan went to find Su Xiaomeng.