What was originally a chubby little dumpling suddenly turned into a golden young dragon, a small one, about the size of a slap, because it was still small, and it did not have the majesty of a dragon. The eyes are round, the body is relatively short and fat, the four small claws are not sharp, but still very immature, the whole body is covered with tiny dragon scales, and there are two mini wings on the back, which shake gently.
Compared with the domineering dragon, it is more like a Q-version doll, so cute that people want to hold it in his arms and steal it home.
Wen Mingyu was a little surprised, Su Shan forgot to eat it, and looked at Mu Zhan subconsciously, "Did you do this when you were a kid?"
Mu Zhan shook his head, "I don't know."
He had never seen himself fully transformed into a dragon when he was young, maybe he looked the same as Little Sticky Cake, or maybe not.
Wen Mingyu stared at Mu Zhan's face with regret, "If only I could have known you earlier, you must have been cute when you were young."
But Mu Zhan said, "It's not cute."
Wen Mingyu insisted on thinking that, if it continued to develop, it might become a quarrel like a chicken repeater in a primary school, so Mu Zhan wisely shut his mouth and did not argue any more.
When they were talking, Xiao Chili was startled by her brother's sudden change, her eyes widened, she couldn't help reaching out and wanted to grab him, but she was already on the edge of the table, and she rolled forward, and naturally fell off.
Mu Zhan stretched out his hand in time to hold it up, but the snow-white furball rabbit was not afraid at all. It was like playing a game. In order to touch the little dragon cub, it rolled from Mu Zhan's palm to the carpet and entered the table with a stubbornness. end.
Soon, she rolled out from under the table again, as if fascinated by this labor-saving and fun way of moving.
Just like how Xiao Nian Gao treated her back then, she stretched out her claws and pulled the little dragon cub on Mu Zhan's leg into her arms, hugging it tightly like a doll, and her fluffy claws almost seemed to strangle a dragon. similar.
The little dragon cub didn't know how to use his wings, so he couldn't break free, so he whipped the dragon rabbit with his tail.
Maybe it's a strange feeling between the dragon and the phoenix. Although they can't speak yet, Little Pepper seems to understand what his brother means.
The little dragon cub is no longer uncomfortable. He is hugged by his younger sister who stays with him day and night. He is not familiar with it, so he relaxes, swaying his tail leisurely, and rolls up hard, trying to wrap his arms around him. Rua is fluffy, but his body is fat and short, and he was caught by his sister, so he couldn't get around the round and big hair ball for him.
He dropped the tip of his tail in despair, and even his small wings drooped down.
But he didn't expect that not getting rua plush was the worst, and there were even worse waiting for him.
It is always so quiet and peaceful before the storm, which is unexpected, and behind the calm is the stormy sea.
Xiao Chili suddenly roared at him, as if the word revenge was written on his face.
In the next second, the snow-white furball hugged the little dragon cub, opened his mouth and bit his brother's head.
Little Sticky Cake: "...???"
What's wrong? Is this normal? Does his sister want to eat him? !
It didn't hurt much, but Xiao Nian Gao was so frightened by her sister's strange behavior that her little wings fluttered twice and almost took off on the spot. She was forced to learn in a second, all relying on her survival instinct.
Little Chili didn't know why he did this. He was still a baby anyway, so he could do what he wanted.
Therefore, Xiao Nian Cake was very "honored" to receive the baptism of saliva, while holding his dragon rabbit sister, bit his dragon horn, and used it to grind his teeth.
The little sticky cake was like a fish on a chopping board. It flicked its tail twice, but couldn't break free.
In the end, it was Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu who were both surprised and amused. They rescued the little dragon cub from the dragon rabbit's mouth and educated the two of them. This is the elder brother, this is the younger sister, not toys or food. remember.
Although they are at this age, they may not understand what they say, but they still say it, give them an attitude, and continue to teach in the future.
Wen Mingyu held the little dragon cub in the palm of his hand, raised the corners of his mouth, and took a jinpa to help him wipe the saliva from the little dragon's horn carefully, and then, still a little curious, he touched his soft dragon scales and pinched it lightly. small wings.
The little dragon cub immediately curled up like a small seahorse as if it had been stabbed in the itch.
Wen Mingyu looked at the little sticky cake, and couldn't help thinking, Mu Zhan should have been very similar to the little sticky cake before, but just imagined that, he touched the little wing, as if he had really traveled through time and space, and his hand fell on the young man. At that time, Mu Zhan felt very satisfied.
Mu Zhan just stared at him deeply, without speaking, his expression was unclear.
At eight months old, both little dumplings have learned to crawl.
After getting this new skill, their range of activities has become much wider, and they are overexcited, crawling around, and sweeping the floor with their little clothes, which saves the palace servants cleaning.
In order to prevent them from crawling around and accidentally bruising, all the sharp objects in the Taiji Temple were put away, and the edges and corners were also protected, and they were allowed to climb. Anyway, more activities are beneficial to their development and health.
But during this time, Mu Zhan's mood became quite unhappy.
After the two little dumplings learned to crawl, their stickiness increased by another level, several times over.
In the past, I could only lie in the crib and couldn't move, so I waited for Wen Mingyu to come back from get off work to see them.
But now that they can crawl, everything has changed. The little dumplings don't need to wait for daddy to come over, they can crawl all over the ground by themselves. When Wen Mingyu moves, they will follow closely behind, making a small tail, sticky, Follow wherever you go.
Even when Wen Mingyu went to the clean room, they didn't let it go. They had to wait outside the door. The fleshy little hands tugged at the door and watched eagerly. From time to time, there were two squeaks, two milky and tender voices. One after another, as if two little zombies sang a duet, intending to kill the old father inside.
Wen Mingyu's hands were clean with this kind of background music.
Finally, he opened the door and went out. He picked up the two innocent-looking little dumplings outside, sighed, and couldn't help saying, "Little Ancestor."
Daddy kowtows to you guys, let Daddy calm down and solve the physical problem, okay
The little dumpling didn't understand what the little ancestor meant at all. He only knew that his father was talking, so he also waved his small arms, whimpered, and responded excitedly.
The little sticky cake also kissed Wen Mingyu's face, and then smiled sweetly, almost sweetening people's hearts. At such a young age, he was particularly good at coaxing people, so that the impatience in Wen Mingyu's heart quickly dissipated.
The two little dumplings are very entangled, and Wen Mingyu is hard to refuse.
Mu Zhan was more and more aware of this matter, and he kind of wanted to go back in time. Back before there were no children, the two spent more time alone and didn't want children to disturb them.
But of course, this is not possible.
Therefore, Mu Zhan gradually likes to deal with political affairs. There is no small group outside the Taiji Hall. He can communicate with Wen Mingyu when he is doing things, and he can even find an excuse to let Wen Mingyu come in, and the two can be alone for a while. time, without anyone's interruption.
The same is true today.
Mu Zhan ordered Wen Mingyu to go over and help him draft the edict.
Mu Zhan sat behind the desk, Wen Mingyu sat on the other side, bowed his head and drafted it seriously. According to the requirements, it was soon completed. He raised his head and wanted to ask him what else he wanted to do.
But he found that Mu Zhan was staring straight at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Finished?"
Wen Mingyu nodded, he stretched out his hand and pulled it, making Wen Mingyu caught off guard, his body tilted, and he fell into a broad embrace, the familiar aroma of wine filled the tip of his nose, making people seem to be infected drunk.
Wen Mingyu lost his mind for a moment, and immediately remembered, what place is this, obviously it is not suitable for this.
He raised his head and wanted to step back, but Mu Zhan pressed his lower back so hard that he had to fall back again, burying his face in his arms, sticking to his chest muscles. I have to say that it is actually very comfortable to hold in this way. The warm skin touches fills the vacancy, and the tiredness of body and mind fades away, and suddenly I become more energetic.
There is a feeling of charging.
Wen Mingyu's reason told him that he shouldn't stay here, but emotionally, he wanted to, after a tug-of-war, the latter narrowly won.
With his chin resting on Mu Zhan's shoulder, he lay lazily, his voice muffled and low, and his tone was soft, "I like to hold it like this."
Mu Zhan put his hand on his back, rubbed it lightly, hooked a strand of black hair with his fingers, and wrapped it around his fingers to play. After hearing this, he paused, and the corners of his lips raised a smile that could not be concealed, and then said : "I like it too, and it's not just hugging."
After speaking, he squeezed Wen Mingyu's chin, made him turn his head to face him, bowed his head and kissed it. They had kissed countless times, but Mu Zhan never got tired of it. Every time they kissed, they felt different and tasted different flavors.
He gently sucked Wen Mingyu's lips, the tip of his tongue licked the gap between his lips, invaded, swept and plundered, not letting go of an inch, after the intense, he gently licked, slowly pecked and kissed, making that kind of heart beating wildly The complex and wondrous mood of her, the whole kissing process was very comfortable after a prolonged period of time, which made me feel happy and wanted to continue.
But Wen Mingyu's reason is still there, knowing that if he stays for too long, it is easy to cause suspicion, and he will not dare to go out to face those colleagues. If they asked him what he was doing in there for so long, he didn't even know how to answer.
So Wen Mingyu whispered, "Go back and kiss again."
Mu Zhan frowned, his face reluctantly agreed.
When it was time to get off work, Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu walked on different paths, reunited in the palace, and walked back to Tai Chi Hall together.
Originally, Mu Zhan wanted to go to the main hall with him, but when he arrived at the door of the hall, a palace servant hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the prince and princess are crying so badly, the slaves are useless, they can't stop coaxing."
Wen Mingyu changed direction without hesitation and went to the side hall.
Go inside and go around behind the screen.
I saw two little dumplings in the crib, holding the railing in their fat hands, trying to stand on their short legs, looking out, with tears in their black eyes, and Jin Doudou kept going down. She fell, whimpered, and cried her face flushed, looking pitiful.
The short black hair is a bit messy, the top of the head is curled up, the small clothes on the body are crooked and twisted, and the hem of the clothes is rolled up, revealing a little white and tender belly.
When I saw Wen Mingyu, both eyes lit up with a swipe, and a smile finally appeared on the sad little face. , their chubby legs couldn't support it, they fell back softly, and fell on the pile of clothes.
It was used by the palace servants to coax them, Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu's clothes, but they grew up and became smarter, not so easy to deceive, the clothes have the breath of father and father, but they are not Real people, clothes don't hold them in their arms at all.
Therefore, the palace servants had nothing to do, and they were worried that the little master would cry badly, so when he saw the Queen's Saint coming back, he hurriedly greeted him and saluted.
Wen Mingyu leaned over and stretched out her hand, and hugged the two crying tits out. Their eyelashes were still dripping with tears, but they all stretched out their hands and hugged Wen Mingyu's neck in reliance, burying their faces. In his arms, finally stopped crying.
Mu Zhan stood beside the screen, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he looked at him blankly.
As soon as Wen Mingyu turned her head and saw that he was here, she subconsciously wanted to hand over a small dumpling to him for a hug. Although Little Chili and the others are still small and not heavy, holding two at the same time and holding them tightly around their necks is a bit overwhelming.
Mu Zhan stretched out his hand and said directly, "Give me both."
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, "But..."
Mu Zhan interrupted him, "Aren't you hungry a long time ago? I look at them, you eat first, and then you take care of them."
This rotation seems to make sense.
Wen Mingyu nodded, but she always felt something was wrong, and Mu Zhan didn't seem to be in a good mood.
During the meal, Wen Mingyu was eating, and the two small dumplings were drooling, always interested in what other people eat in their bowls. Sigh.
Mu Zhan used toys to divert their attention. The two little dumplings both held a toy car in their hands. It was in the shape of a gilded tiger, majestic and majestic. There were two small wheels under their feet, and they could hold the back of the tiger with their hands. Press it on the ground, let the toy car go back and forth, use a little more force, and after letting go, the tiger car can continue to drive for a certain distance before stopping.
Tiger car can be said to be the most popular toy, no matter men or women, small dumplings will be attracted and have fun. There is also a delicate and small hand drum beside it. While playing the drum, while pushing the cart, he accompanies himself, giggling with joy.
Little sticky cake was sitting, playing with the tiger car, when he accidentally released his hand, the car ran towards Mu Zhan and hit his leg.
Xiao Nian Gao chased after him, stretched out his hand, and screamed, wanting his father to pass the cart back to him.
But Mu Zhan didn't move, his fingers tapped on the tiger car, and he said lightly, "If you want, come and get it yourself."
Little sticky cake didn't understand, but after waiting for a while, before the car came back, he crawled over and reached for it. When he was about to hit the car, Mu Zhan suddenly retracted his hand, stared at the little dumpling, put his hand on his head, and said in a deep voice, "You must be independent and strong, understand?"
Xiao Nian Gao looked dazed, and Xiao Chili, who was beating drums and beating happily next to him, also stopped, eager to join in the fun, not letting go of any melon's posture, moving his hands and feet together, quickly crawled over, and raised his head curiously Look at the father.
The two dumplings are both small, soft and milky. Anyone who sees them just wants to hug and kiss.
But Mu Zhan was unmoved, and said coldly, "Don't be so clingy."
These words are very directional, but unfortunately, the two little dumplings are still too small, and they have just learned to support things and use their strength to stand up with two little fat legs. How could they understand.
They just blinked their big round eyes, looked at him with a confused look, and then grinned stupidly, revealing small deciduous teeth like grains of rice.
Mu Zhan didn't move any more, Ren Xiao Nianpao took the tiger car back and watched them play quietly. Occasionally, Little Sticky Cake and Little Chili looked up at him and smiled, babbled and babbled in the tenth-grade baby language, and he would lightly hum in response, and the two little dumplings were very happy.
Wen Mingyu was half-hearted, and asked Mu Zhan to come over for dinner. The two little dumplings took their baby toys and crawled after them.
The little pepper burrowed through the bottom of the table, grabbed Wen Mingyu's legs, raised his head, and waited to feed, so greedy that his saliva was dripping.
Wen Mingyu scooped a spoonful of minced meat and handed it over, she bit the spoon with a groan. The little sticky cake was unwilling to climb over alone, screaming milky, and then also got a spoonful of minced meat.
After feeding some meat, Wen Mingyu gave them small pieces of soft pulp, which made them drool.
Wen Mingyu was a little funny. After coaxing them to play with toys, she looked up at Mu Zhan and said with a smile, "I'm bored to eat alone, I still want you to eat with me."
Mu Zhan's tense expression eased slightly, and said, "I want to eat venison."
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, thinking that he couldn't reach it, but after looking at it, the venison was actually not far from Mu Zhan, and he could reach it with his hand.
So... are you acting like a baby
Wen Mingyu smiled and stretched out a piece of venison, but instead of putting it in Mu Zhan's bowl, it was brought to his mouth.
Mu Zhan had a meal and ate it naturally.
Next, the two were still sitting very close to each other, finishing their dinner sticky.
As night fell, they bathed together and prepared to go to bed.
Behind the bed curtain, Wen Mingyu hugged Mu Zhan's neck and kissed until she blushed. Her lips were like flower petals, and the gap between her lips kept spitting out hot air, her lips glowing with water.
The bell rang for an unknown time, and Wen Mingyu was so tired that she closed her eyes and fell asleep, having a strange dream.
It was dark all around, and in front of him was a neat little bed.
In the dream, he climbed up naturally, lifted the quilt to sleep.
He didn't sleep alone. On the side of the bed, there was a small figure with his back to him, which was very familiar.
In the dream, he didn't know that he was dreaming at all, because everything was too real, as if it had really happened.
He reached out and poked at the little figure, and said something, the other party responded, but he still didn't turn around.
Then, he covered the other side with the quilt, covering both of them tightly, so that no cold wind could get in.
The bed was a little small, so he rubbed it over, and the two of them slept next to each other, making it warmer.
The opponent's body suddenly became very stiff.
But he was already very sleepy, curled up into a ball, pressed his forehead against the other's back, yawned, and just closed his eyes...
Outside the dream, Wen Mingyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. His vision went from hazy to clear, and he saw a broad and strong back.
He couldn't remember what he had dreamed about, but he felt very complicated, joyful, satisfied, and somewhat indescribably disappointed.
Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around Mu Zhan's waist, his face on his back.
Because he didn't want to wake people up, Mu Zhan, who carefully turned over and was about to get out of bed to drink water, froze and asked in a low voice, "...Are you awake?"
Wen Mingyu responded vaguely and buried her face on his back, so her voice was a little dull, and it was slightly hoarse and rustling just after waking up.
Wen Mingyu faced his back, lowered her head and rubbed her head, and said, "I see your back, I don't know why, I suddenly want to hug you."
Mu Zhan didn't speak, but turned around, turned into face-to-face, and stretched his arms around Wen Mingyu.
When Wen Mingyu saw him, she rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "It's better this way, I like to see your face."
Then, he raised his head and kissed Mu Zhan's Adam's apple, then went up and kissed his lips.
Between the words and actions, there is joy and love.
"I had a dream just now." Wen Mingyu wanted to say something, but she forgot what it was. Instead, she remembered something more important, stared at Mu Zhan, and asked in a low voice, "Have you been in a bad mood these two days? Great?"
Mu Zhan's eyes flashed slightly, but his expression was tense, and there was no change.
He was indeed a little unhappy, but he couldn't really say why.
So, he pretended to be calm, "It's okay."
But Wen Mingyu didn't believe it at all, but stared at him and said slowly, word by word: "You said before, if I am unhappy, just say it and let you coax me, shouldn't this matter be mutual? you? You don't want me to coax you?"
Mu Zhan was silent for a while, then nodded, wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, rubbed his chin on top of his head, and said in a deep voice, "...you coax."
I have to say, Wen Mingyu was cute.
Unlike the soft cuteness of the two milk dumplings, Mu Zhan is more introverted and a little awkward, but he is too cute, and it feels cuter than the milk dumplings.
Wen Mingyu couldn't help but hugged him hard, buried her head and rubbed it twice, and started to coax people.
"You are the best. You are beautiful and patient. I like you very much. I like you the most."
There are not too many words, it is too straightforward, but it just hits Mu Zhan.
"like the most?"
Mu Zhan's deep voice came from above his head, and then his fingers pinched his chin, making him look up at himself.
"Really?"
Wen Mingyu nodded without thinking, without any hesitation, and even asked: "Of course, who else can be besides you?"
Mu Zhan stared at him for a while, then smiled, lowered his head and kissed him.
The two embraced each other and had a good night's sleep.
The next day, when Wen Mingyu opened his eyes and woke up, Mu Zhan had already woken up. He sat up with the quilt, yawned, and then got out of bed to wash and change when he woke up.
At this time, Mu Zhan just came over, and the moment he looked at each other, the corners of his lips curled up a little, and the whole person seemed to become gentle.
But the next second, Wen Mingyu asked, "Where are the little peppers?"
Mu Zhan's footsteps stopped, and his smile gradually disappeared, but he still let people bring two small groups over.
Taking a break today, Wen Mingyu thought that she would always have to work, so she planned to play with the little dumplings today.
After Mu Zhan heard it, he responded coldly.
But at this time, Wen Mingyu didn't notice it, because the little sticky cake opened his mouth and called out vaguely, "Dad... Daddy."
The voice is milky, the pronunciation is not standard, but it is exciting enough.
Wen Mingyu's eyes lit up and turned to look at Mu Zhan, "Did you hear that? The little sticky cake will be called!"
He lightly squeezed the little hand of the little sticky cake, pointed at Mu Zhan and said, "That is the father, the father-the emperor."
The little sticky cake followed and said, "Huhu-"
Wen Mingyu smiled, "It's the royal father, father."
The little sticky cake continued: "Hu."
Wen Mingyu smiled.
Little Pepper also came over and learned to say with great interest, "Fangfang."
Wen Mingyu was almost spoiled by their cuteness, and laughed all the time. The two little guys were at the age of imitation, and they also imitated Wen Mingyu to sit on the carpet, with their fat feet in their hands, their bodies swaying from side to side, giggling, like a tumbler.
"The sum of their names is exactly the father emperor, and it can be considered that they have learned to call you, are you happy?" Wen Mingyu asked with a smile.
I have to say that Mu Zhan was a little touched, and he felt that his father's identity was affirmed by the child. But at the same time, there is still uncontrollable irritability and dissatisfaction in the bottom of my heart.
There was some helplessness in his eyes, "Where is the father and emperor, it is obviously Hufang."
As soon as the words fell, Wen Mingyu seemed to be hit with a joke, hahaha, he almost didn't laugh out of his mind.
Mu Zhan: "..."
When they were playing, Mu Zhan was also beside him. Although he was not very active, he was still involved. When the little dumpling climbed up on him, he lifted the people down, handed them toys to divert their attention, and also helped them to practice bracing. Walking a few steps at the low table.
But watching Wen Mingyu play with them, almost all of his attention was devoted to them, only them in his eyes. Mu Zhan became more and more irritable, unable to hold back, and only managed to keep the surface calm.
Finally in the afternoon, Mu Zhan seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and threw the two milk dumplings directly to the palace servant.
He put his hand on the side of Wen Mingyu's face, staring at him from top to bottom, his eyes were a little red due to his extreme emotions, with faint bloodshots, and a violent pheromone swept through like a wave, almost swept away people. engulf.
He said in a deep voice, "Look at me, just look at me is enough."
The tone of almost command, strong and full of aggression, but strangely seems to reveal a trace of grievance.
Wen Mingyu was stunned for a while.
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PS: Babies should see it, this article is in the final stage, and the last important plot is finished, and it is about to end. If there is anything you want to see, you can tell me, I will pick a few to write, hug the big babies and post them~