Chapter 29 Eating a Bull Whip

Yang Xiaofeng didn't let Mo Xiaomu eat it directly, but carefully cut it into slices, then added green onions, ginger, garlic, and served it for him to eat, but he didn't move his chopsticks and sat on the side to watch

The beef eggs are still delicious, and Yang Xiaofeng added seasonings and simmered them slowly over low heat, which is very delicious

That guy's pure lean meat is not greasy at all, but he is just big. After eating a cow egg, Mo Xiaomu's belly was almost full. However, after watching the bullwhip being cut into thin slices, the translucent ones were also very attractive, so he continued to eat it.

The bullwhip is more delicious than the eggs, very chewy and resistant to chewing. Almost all the bullwhip was put into his stomach. I couldn't eat the remaining few pieces anymore. The stomach was so uncomfortable that I didn't dare to eat it.

Yang Xiaofeng sat aside and watched him eat. The appearance was very maternal love. It was indeed like the mother's satisfied expression when she saw her son eating. Mo Xiaomu's heart moved again. He wanted to say something, but his mouth moved for a moment but didn't say it.

Say whatever you want!

Want to recognize you as your fucker

Mo Xiaomu said it out loud, fucking mother like her biological mother

Yang Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would have this idea.

In terms of age, Mo Xiaomu is twelve years old, and Yang Xiaofeng is less than 30 years old. She seems a little young to be a godmother. In her subconscious, Yang Xiaofeng doesn’t want to be a godmother for Mo Xiaomu at all. She doesn’t know what she wants to be. She wants to be an aunt and a sister, but she definitely doesn’t want to be a godmother.

However, he read the desire from Mo Xiaomu's eyes. A motherless child longs for maternal love. She couldn't bear to hurt him. She thought for a while before saying: It's great to be a godmother! However, I still think it's better to be an aunt for you, it's easy to speak, and it looks more intimate.

Mo Xiaomu seemed a little unhappy and sighed softly: Then I will call you aunt in the future

My aunt will always be nice to you, very nice

I know

I think of you any good things, keep them for you

good

Mo Xiaomu responded like a mosquito, obviously feeling a little depressed. Yang Xiaofeng saw that he looked even more pity, so she pulled him into her arms, hugged him and shook him gently.

This was something Mo Xiaomu had long been looking forward to. He lay in his warm and soft arms and enjoyed the caress of women. He lacked this too much!

But he didn't dare to talk nonsense, just lying quietly, Yang Xiaofeng was stroking him, and the feeling of stroking was very good. He felt that Yang Xiaofeng's hand was charged, and wherever he touched it, he felt a numbness.

But Yang Xiaofeng just touched him and did not have any other more tempting actions.

And when I hugged him, I was talking a lot, but both of them were silent.

After a while of silence, Yang Xiaofeng spoke, but seemed to have nothing to say: Although the story your grandfather told was very ugly, he also told a lot of truths.

What story?

It's the story of affair. It's an affair that has been around since ancient times, and it's been banned many people think it's not good and it's very irresponsible, but the more fierce the scolding, the more you want to have a love affair.

Mo Xiaomu turned his head in her arms, letting his eyes face her, and asked a little puzzled: Why do men and women like to have sex?

Because there is no love! Who will steal it if you have love?

oh

What are you?