Marriage contract: Genius baby's belly daddy

Xiaobao and Xiaobei are on the sofa. They are very gentle.

Although they are very big, they are very docile when they are not angry.

Tang Yebai combed and washed, and then picked up Xiaobei. "Xiabao, I always think that the two Tibetan Mastiffs in your family are different from the ordinary varieties. I haven\'t seen pure Tibetan mastiff. Are you a variant?"

"Purebred." It\'s just a little bit high-tech.

"Where did it come from?"

"It\'s from someone else." If we say that the two Tibetan mastiff is a new breed from a germ weapon base when a mercenary in Xuguo is bored, it will scare many people to death.

Tang Yebai poured a glass of milk into the refrigerator.

"Mr. Tang, are you going after my mother?" Xiabao asked while frying eggs.

Tang Ye picked up her eyebrows and said shamelessly, "your mother is going to chase me."

Summer baby laughs, Mr. Tang, wait for my mother to chase you, next life.

"Mr. Tang, you must be sleeping too much during the day."

"Why?"

"Daydreaming a lot." Xiabao is merciless and punctures Mr. Tang\'s dream bubble.

Tang Ye\'s face was not red and his heart was not beating. "I\'d like the fried eggs medium rare."

Xiabao opened her eyes and almost beat the ground. Your sister, why did the two gangs who made him feel so comfortable and justifiably ravaged him?

"Five points!" Tang Yebai repeated, "your mother says I am an animal, and I must conform to the taste of animals."

"My family is medium rare, you want medium rare, obviously does not match our taste." With her chin on her chin, she spoke very elegantly, and her pink face was full of smiles.

"It doesn\'t matter how hard the eggs are cooked. Your mother and I can cook in some places."

Xia Baobao\'s face was full of beef. "Mr. Tang, you\'re so amorous."

"No way, animals. Don\'t try to talk about civilization with animals." Tang night white face is not red, breathless, quite complacent.

Summer baby clenched her fist, angry.

Mommy, what kind of vision are you looking at

It\'s damaging to my genes.

"Mr. Tang, can you cook?"

"What is that?" Tang Xian naturally said, "how can I do that? Only a sissy man would run to the kitchen every day."

A sissy man?

The hand that summer baby holds spatula gently trembles, in the mind continuously enlarges a few words, sissy man, sissy man?

A flame rises from the background of summer baby.

Shit, I want momentum, domineering and aggressive. When heavy machine guns are swept to death, I command the war and blow up an F-22 fighter without blinking.

Is it just that you have nothing to cook for a meal? Where is Laozi sissy?

Mr. Tang also seems to realize that he has touched the fragile heart of Xia Baobao. She looks at his eyes with anger and resentment, and releases the Buddhist version of Zhenzi.

"Baby, you\'re not a man yet." Tang Yebai said calmly, "when your little brother reaches the international standard of length, width and height, we will discuss the profound problems of men and boys."

Xiabao looked at Tang Yebai with disgust on her face, "even the man who doesn\'t know how to cook, what do you want to do? My mom doesn\'t want such a useless man. "