Hot Mom Raises Cute Babies in the '60s [MTL]

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Chapter 45: The future is bright

"Don't let go of the steamed bun goose. Your uncle's happiness is in your hands."

As soon as the steamed bun was shouting, he stretched out his arms and changed his trick with the steamed bun goose blocked by the body.

Baozi has been holding people's thighs since childhood. If you want to leave, you have to lose your trousers. I didn't pick it off it. It's because you're not honest.

The goose is relatively unfamiliar with this skill. He holds Tang Bingbing's waist in his little hand. It's hard to please. He is breaking his finger by Tang Bingbing.

"Don't bully my nephew."

Wang Zai and Erwang, who didn't understand what was going on at all, joined the battle so confusedly. Wang Zai squatted and hugged his calves, and Erwang stood holding his thighs.

He Tong stood aside and observed the war with his hand in his arms.

He punched the steamed bun, "What are you doing?" Watch the bustle.

The family has to fight neatly, and the absentee is a traitor.

"My dear sister, my uncle can't run away and the monk can't go to the temple. Won't she go home for New Year's Eve dinner? Won't this sister Tang go to our house to find her uncle?"

Sister, who has always been smart, is stupid. He Tong couldn't say it. When he saw Tang Bingbing, he also wanted to stop him, and then figured it out. I hope my sister can forget the stupid He Tong a few points ago.

Of course it's impossible.

The steamed bun replied, "That's not what you shouted."

He Tong giggled and begged to let go. Don't say it again.

"I'm going to be your aunt and buy you delicious food." Tang Bingbing is going to bribe these guys.

"Do you think we are missing?" The steamed bun asked Tang Bingbing to see how many dolls on her legs. Which one was not white, white and fat? Erwang and Wangzai were both white and fat lucky dolls.

"Why don't you want me to be your aunt? Your dolls have also become the master of adults. Dawang's mother said that I would be a good daughter-in-law." Tang Bingbing's expression was fierce and timid. She was half bent over and clung to the waist of her trousers.

"Of course, my uncle doesn't want you to be an aunt." He Tong paused, thought about it, and announced Tang Bingbing's out in the most relaxed tone.

"Bun, so what are we doing?" Wang Zai, who had been squatting and hugging for a while, was tired. He sat directly on the ground, hugged him in vain, and asked casually in a relaxed tone.

"Go home and talk to you." The steamed bun sits directly on the soup iced shoes. The shoes should be new, with only a little dust.

"Let go, let go, let's go home." The steamed bun first took the hand of the goose and walked in front of it. Baozi Wangzai quickly stood up and followed him.

After the head of He Tong, he sent Tang Bingbing by the way, "It turns out that this is how Sister Tang is a kindergarten teacher. My uncle should want to know very much. Thank you, sister, for giving us a chance to show. Goodbye, sister.

He Tong waved his hand enthusiastically, like a obedient and polite doll.

What is Tang Bingbing's face when he was left in place? Probably it was deliberately put on makeup before going out, soaked in running sweat, and found the best habitat by the reed catkins blown up by the wind.