When Jun Ningze rushed towards Yang Mo, Yang Mo's legs almost went weak. If Jun Sutian's hand hadn't been on her waist, she would have fallen to the ground.

.i^

"Is Mommy sick?" Suddenly, Jun Ningze's little face showed a worried look.

Yang Mo was confused, and the little guy then pointed out, "Mommy's face is so red."

"...Because the weather was hot, Mommy didn't turn on the fan in the work room just now." Yang Mo gave her reasons. Fortunately, it was almost June, so her reasons were at least not too ridiculous.

The little guy blinked and then pointed at his dad, "Then why isn't dad's face red?"

Of course, when the little guy asked this question, it was purely out of curiosity, as if he was asking a hundred thousand whys.

Yang Mo was embarrassed. He looked at Jun Sutian's face, which looked the same as usual. After a moment of silence, he said slowly, "Because dad's skin is thicker."

"..."

"..."

Two pairs of phoenix eyes blinked at the same time. Jun Sutian put his arms around Yang Mo's waist, suddenly leaned down, put his lips close to Yang Mo's ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "How many

How thick is it?”

The elegant voice, with a hint of bewitching, made Yang Mo's face suddenly turn redder.

The little guy blinked his dark eyes, curiously looking at the closeness of his parents at this moment, and suddenly said, "Are you making out?"

Yang Mo almost got choked up in his throat, "Kiss... make out?" Oh my god, my son is only 6 years old, and this word came out of his mouth right now.%&*";

"Isn't it?" the little guy said with a confused look on his face, "Tiantian said that his parents often hug each other, which is called making out."

Yang Mo looked at the sky speechlessly. Kang Tiantian and Jun Ningze were good classmates in the class. She remembered that Kang Tiantian's father seemed to be a policeman. She had met him twice and he was a serious and iron-faced man. Who would have thought that at home,

I will hug my wife from time to time.

"Tiantian also said that if mom and dad are more affectionate, a baby will come out. Mommy, are you going to have another baby too?" Jun Ningze asked seriously, with a small face, now

He looked very serious.

Of course, when a child puts on such a serious expression, it gives people a cute and funny feeling.

Yang Mo, on the other hand, is a little dizzy. Are today's children too early to mature, or was she too late to mature? She recalled that when she was her son's age, she always thought that children could be picked up from the trash can.

However, regarding his son's question, Jun Sutian squatted down with interest, his eyes parallel to his son's, "So, does Ozawa hope to have younger siblings?"

The little eyebrows were knotted. Little friend Jun Ningze was thinking about this problem very seriously. There are classmates in the class who have younger siblings. He once heard that classmate say that toys and other things should be given to younger siblings.

Playing, his parents no longer belong to him alone, but to him and his younger brothers and sisters.

However, little friend Jun Ningze actually longs to have younger brothers and sisters so that he can play with them. The little guy feels quite confident that he will be a good brother.

So after thinking and struggling for a long time, although he was reluctant to part with his toys and all the love from his parents, Jun Ningze still answered seriously, "Then, can dad and mommy have fewer younger brothers and sisters? There is one

Cocoa Squad is enough, if there are too many, I'm afraid I won't have enough toys."

Jun Sutian laughed, Coco Squad, that is the name of the smallest team in Jun Ningze's game. There are 5 places in a squad.

Yang Mo asked Jun Sutian in a low voice, "What is Coco Squad?"

Jun Sutian replied, "It means that my son hopes that you will not give him more than 5 younger brothers and sisters."

Yang Mo has a big head.

Little friend Jun Ningze added, saying that if his mother and father can buy him more toys, he will not stop loving him after he has younger siblings. He also hopes that he will have more younger siblings, and even let him have more toys.

Form a small tribe with your younger siblings in the game.

Then, when Yang Mo knew that 20 players were needed to form a small tribe, he immediately told his son that it was time to wash his face, brush his teeth, and go to bed!

After his son fell asleep, Yang Mo carefully covered his son with a blanket. Before he could stand up, he was already picked up by Jun Sutian.

Yang Mo almost screamed, his hands instinctively wrapped around Jun Sutian's neck.

He carried her to the next room, put her on the folding sofa, kissed her lips, and said in a low voice, "If you want to have 20 children, we need to work harder."

20, even if she gives birth to more children until she retires! Yang Mo glared at Jun Sutian, "Are you also messing around with your son?"

"Because that's what I want too." He murmured, "Mo, I want many, many children that belong to me and you..." It seems that this can make the bond between her and him become more and more beautiful.

many……

Yang Mo was a little stunned, and suddenly thought of the Jun family's blood curse in his mind.

In every generation, there is always one person who can master this blood curse, and there has never been an exception. As far as she knows, in the previous generation of the Jun family, Mr. Jun had three children. Jun Sutian's father was the eldest, and the one who passed away was his younger uncle.

Jun Sutian also has a second uncle.

And now, Ozawa seems to be the first child of this generation of the Jun family. Even if there is no discomfort now, it does not mean that there will not be any discomfort in the future.

Or maybe the blood curse of the Jun family will appear on the children of the Jun family born in the future?!

Only then did he think that Jun Sutian's fingers had skillfully taken off each other's clothes, and his lean and acquainted bodies pressed against the woman's soft and white body. His wet and hot tongue was teasing her.

The semen in the mouth, the man's breathing and the woman's moans are intertwined, emotional and lingering.

"Hmm... um..." Yang Mo's hands unconsciously grabbed the bed sheets, and waves of orgasms greeted him in his body.

His hands clasped her waist firmly, moving in and out again and again, impacting.

The air is filled with the scent of love.

Her delicate body gradually turned a beautiful pink color, and her body was exhausted from his torture.

"Sutian... no more... enough..." She panted, the stimulation and numbness brought about by her palm almost made her faint.
Chapter completed!