"The Modern Young Prince-in-law of the Husband's Family

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"The Modern Little Prince-in-law of the Husband's Family" by Bai Yunshang

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In this situation, holding a jar, for money, to support the family, to save more than a dozen coins, endless sorrow.
　　He is only nineteen years old, but he is already the father of a three-year-old child.
　　It’s fucking amazing.
　　After Fang Zichen finished squeezing, he couldn't help but kiss him again, and said sadly: "My family is not too poor to open the fire. Don't go cutting firewood tomorrow. The work is tiring, and you are in good health." "It's fine now."
　　Zhao The brother buried himself in his arms and put his arms around his waist: "I've been raising him for two months and I haven't done any work. I've gained a lot of weight."
　　Fang Zichen leaned on his body and looked at him: "Nonsense, I've gained weight somewhere."
　　Brother Zhao said in a dull tone: "You just said before that my face used to be as round as a plate, but now it's like a basin."
　　Fang Zichen: "...Is there any?"
　　"Yes!"
　　"It's still like that." That's what happened." Fang Zichen pursed his lips, approached Brother Zhao, and said vaguely: "It talks nonsense, punish it!" "
　　Punishment?" Brother Zhao raised his eyebrows: "For example ?"
　　"Yeah! Kiss it hard with your mouth, eat it until it peels off its skin and die. Come on, ravage it hard, I will never resist."
　　Brother Zhao laughed.
　　"You will take advantage of me. It's so shameless."
　　Fang Zichen also laughed: "You really don't treat me as a man! What kind of face does a man have in bed?"
　　"Scum!"
　　"Scum is scum, come on, Give me a sip of the fragrance."

Chapter 221
　　Young people's feelings are hot and surging, like a piece of withered grass in the winter field. Looking at each other, or even just one action, is like throwing a spark into the Liaoyuan—— A wildfire can ignite half of the sky in an instant.
　　After only a while, Fang Zichen lay on Brother Zhao's neck, breathing deeply. His breath was hot, and he felt the hard top of his head. Just as Brother Zhao was about to raise his hand to undress him, Fang Zichen But he hid and walked under the bed.

　　There was no movement on his face: "I'll go out and take a shower, you go to bed first!"
　　Brother Zhao grabbed him and said, "What's wrong? You, don't you want it?"
　　"You're just right," Fang Zichen said.
　　How are the men in the village? From the gossips of the women, Brother Zhao knows a little bit. It is not the busy farming season, and sex is always cumbersome, every three days or even every day. Because of this, Fang Zichen went to Yuanzhou last time to take the exam. , that’s why everyone makes fun of him like that, but Fang Zichen doesn’t ask for him uncontrollably when it comes to bed. Sometimes, his character is even like a child, heartless. Last time he said he wanted him, he ate it. After dinner, I hurriedly went to take the child, walked around the village, came back and lay on the bed, and told the good boy a story. After he had taken a bath, he opened the door and went in. The father and son hugged each other. When they heard the sound, the good boy raised his head. , their eyes were still full of energy, but some people were already so sleepy that they were trying to coax their children to sleep, but they themselves fell asleep before the children were asleep.
　　Brother Zhao hadn't been close to him for almost two months, so he was thinking too hard now. He insisted: "I'm fine." "Nonsense, it will
　　hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days. You obey me and go to bed first."
　　Brother Zhao still said Without letting go, he did not look at Fang Zichen, and even avoided it. He noticed that the other party moved and seemed to want to go out, so he couldn't help but exert force and move his mouth at the same time.
　　It's quiet at night, it's not midsummer yet, the frogs and crickets haven't chirped yet, any sound can be infinitely amplified in a night like this.
　　Fang Zichen blinked, suspecting that he heard wrongly, but his eyes touched Brother Zhao's red ears and evasive eyes, which confirmed it.
　　"But, I want it."
　　Brother Zhao really said it, it was not his illusion.
　　It is said that when a man reaches a certain age, he becomes like a wolf and a tiger. Is the same for this guy? Moreover, Brother Zhao should not be old enough either!
　　However, it is understandable. Isn't it normal to be unable to control a husband who is handsome and has abs, and wants to be filled with so much sauce?
　　He almost had his gun go off just now.
　　Should be considerate.
　　Fang Zichen licked his mouth and turned back to the bed.
　　"You are not well, don't talk. If I say you are not well yet, you are not yet well. I will not move you. Today I will open your eyes and unlock a new posture." Brother Zhao looked at him as if he wanted to look in
　　. His heart was pounding in his eyes, and his lips and tongue were inexplicably dry: "What is it?"