Chapter 545: 545
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Jun yelan lifted the quilt on her body, put his hand on her abdomen and pressed it with light force.
Through a thin layer of clothes, he could clearly feel Qiao Xiao's body temperature and soft stomach.
"Pain -"
although his strength has been very light, Qiao Yanran still can't stand the pain.
Jun Ye Lan listens to her long ending, before flashed in the mind, in Qiao Xiao bedside pressure's words book, on the face some hair is hot.
He forced the thoughts in his mind down and rubbed them carefully.
At the beginning, Qiao Yanran felt quite painful, but after kneading for a while, it really had an effect, and her lower abdomen didn't hurt.
It's quite comfortable.
Jun yelan looked at her cry pain voice down, lip hook hook, voice with a little hoarse, "still pain?"
"It doesn't hurt much."
Jun Ye Lan is about to withdraw his hand when he is pressed on the back of his hand by Qiao Yan Ran.
"Just a little bit more."
Qiao Yanran narrowed her eyes, like a boneless cat, lazily leaning on the cushion, comfortable almost to sleep, some reluctant to take his hand away.
Her voice was a bit lazy, like a hook.
Jun yelan was tickling in her heart. She put her hand on her soft stomach and grabbed it gently.
Joe Yan is a little ticklish, suddenly a turn over, will his hand under the body.
"Good, don't make any noise."
Jun yelan felt the soft touch on his arm. His dark eyes were deep, his tone was deep, and he was a bit spoiled.
Qiao Yan ran side body, threw his hand out.
It's been a long time. It's already dark.
Qiao Yanran didn't eat all afternoon. Now she was hungry. She got out of bed and took out glutinous rice flour and stuffing from the storage space.
She bought meat.
At the stall, there are two kinds of fillings: sweet and salty. Sesame, red bean and fruit are sweet dumplings, while meat dumplings are salty.
Qiao Yanran preferred meat, so she bought a single meat filling.
"Master, can you make hand-held dumplings?"
In fact, it's not difficult to shake the dumplings by hand. It's all by skillful force. As long as you throw the meat into the thick glutinous rice flour and shake it in the basket, you can finally shake the dumplings of the right size.
It's the process of shaking dumplings. I'm a little tired, and I need to mobilize the strength of my waist.
"Hand rolled dumplings?"
The gentleman night LAN listened to this name, eyebrow tiny Cu.
It was the first time he heard the name.
Jun yelan doesn't like glutinous dumplings very much. The number of dumplings he has eaten for so many years is very few, let alone hand rolling.
After Qiao Yanran cleaned her hands, she put some meat stuffing into the basket and demonstrated it in front of Jun yelan.
In a twinkling of an eye, six dumplings are ready.
"That's it. Let's have dumplings tonight."
Jun yelan looked at it again, and he took the basket from Qiao Yanran's hand. It took him a short time to shake out a big bowl.
White glutinous rice flour, flying.
Jun yelan just put down the basket, his palm suddenly shrank a circle.
When he saw this scene, he realized that it was late at night.
Jun yelan
He pinched the eyebrow, some helpless, finally in Qiao Yan Ran's gaze, the whole person shrunk a big circle.
Qiao Yanran saw the mini version of Jun yelan on the ground and pulled his lips.
That's good.
After finishing coolie, she changed into a bowl of Tangyuan, which was just enough for her.
Xiaoyu Wan??? 】
its god father has worked hard for such a long time, isn't he worthy of two mouthfuls of Tangyuan? This Joe Fox wants to enslave his father all day long.
It's so sad.
This heartless fox.
Qiao Yanran boiled the water and put the dumplings into the pot.
But after a while, the dumplings with meat stuffing have been cooked, and the smell of meat comes out.
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Jun yelan lifted the quilt on her body, put his hand on her abdomen and pressed it with light force.
Through a thin layer of clothes, he could clearly feel Qiao Xiao's body temperature and soft stomach.
"Pain -"
although his strength has been very light, Qiao Yanran still can't stand the pain.
Jun Ye Lan listens to her long ending, before flashed in the mind, in Qiao Xiao bedside pressure's words book, on the face some hair is hot.
He forced the thoughts in his mind down and rubbed them carefully.
At the beginning, Qiao Yanran felt quite painful, but after kneading for a while, it really had an effect, and her lower abdomen didn't hurt.
It's quite comfortable.
Jun yelan looked at her cry pain voice down, lip hook hook, voice with a little hoarse, "still pain?"
"It doesn't hurt much."
Jun Ye Lan is about to withdraw his hand when he is pressed on the back of his hand by Qiao Yan Ran.
"Just a little bit more."
Qiao Yanran narrowed her eyes, like a boneless cat, lazily leaning on the cushion, comfortable almost to sleep, some reluctant to take his hand away.
Her voice was a bit lazy, like a hook.
Jun yelan was tickling in her heart. She put her hand on her soft stomach and grabbed it gently.
Joe Yan is a little ticklish, suddenly a turn over, will his hand under the body.
"Good, don't make any noise."
Jun yelan felt the soft touch on his arm. His dark eyes were deep, his tone was deep, and he was a bit spoiled.
Qiao Yan ran side body, threw his hand out.
It's been a long time. It's already dark.
Qiao Yanran didn't eat all afternoon. Now she was hungry. She got out of bed and took out glutinous rice flour and stuffing from the storage space.
She bought meat.
At the stall, there are two kinds of fillings: sweet and salty. Sesame, red bean and fruit are sweet dumplings, while meat dumplings are salty.
Qiao Yanran preferred meat, so she bought a single meat filling.
"Master, can you make hand-held dumplings?"
In fact, it's not difficult to shake the dumplings by hand. It's all by skillful force. As long as you throw the meat into the thick glutinous rice flour and shake it in the basket, you can finally shake the dumplings of the right size.
It's the process of shaking dumplings. I'm a little tired, and I need to mobilize the strength of my waist.
"Hand rolled dumplings?"
The gentleman night LAN listened to this name, eyebrow tiny Cu.
It was the first time he heard the name.
Jun yelan doesn't like glutinous dumplings very much. The number of dumplings he has eaten for so many years is very few, let alone hand rolling.
After Qiao Yanran cleaned her hands, she put some meat stuffing into the basket and demonstrated it in front of Jun yelan.
In a twinkling of an eye, six dumplings are ready.
"That's it. Let's have dumplings tonight."
Jun yelan looked at it again, and he took the basket from Qiao Yanran's hand. It took him a short time to shake out a big bowl.
White glutinous rice flour, flying.
Jun yelan just put down the basket, his palm suddenly shrank a circle.
When he saw this scene, he realized that it was late at night.
Jun yelan
He pinched the eyebrow, some helpless, finally in Qiao Yan Ran's gaze, the whole person shrunk a big circle.
Qiao Yanran saw the mini version of Jun yelan on the ground and pulled his lips.
That's good.
After finishing coolie, she changed into a bowl of Tangyuan, which was just enough for her.
Xiaoyu Wan??? 】
its god father has worked hard for such a long time, isn't he worthy of two mouthfuls of Tangyuan? This Joe Fox wants to enslave his father all day long.
It's so sad.
This heartless fox.
Qiao Yanran boiled the water and put the dumplings into the pot.
But after a while, the dumplings with meat stuffing have been cooked, and the smell of meat comes out.
Jun yelan lifted the quilt on her body, put his hand on her abdomen and pressed it with light force. Through a thin layer of clothes, he could clearly feel Qiao Xiao's body temperature and soft stomach. "Pain -" although his strength has been very light, Qiao Yanran still can't stand the pain. Jun Ye Lan listens to her long ending, before flashed in the mind, in Qiao Xiao bedside pressure's words book, on the face some hair is hot. He forced the thoughts in his mind down and rubbed them carefully. At the beginning, Qiao Yanran felt quite painful, but after kneading for a while, it really had an effect, and her lower abdomen didn't hurt. It's quite comfortable. Jun yelan looked at her cry pain voice down, lip hook hook, voice with a little hoarse, "still pain?" "It doesn't hurt much." Jun Ye Lan is about to withdraw his hand when he is pressed on the back of his hand by Qiao Yan Ran. "Just a little bit more." Qiao Yanran narrowed her eyes, like a boneless cat, lazily leaning on the cushion, comfortable almost to sleep, some reluctant to take his hand away. Her voice was a bit lazy, like a hook. Jun yelan was tickling in her heart. She put her hand on her soft stomach and grabbed it gently. Joe Yan is a little ticklish, suddenly a turn over, will his hand under the body. "Good, don't make any noise." Jun yelan felt the soft touch on his arm. His dark eyes were deep, his tone was deep, and he was a bit spoiled. Qiao Yan ran side body, threw his hand out. It's been a long time. It's already dark. Qiao Yanran didn't eat all afternoon. Now she was hungry. She got out of bed and took out glutinous rice flour and stuffing from the storage space. She bought meat. At the stall, there are two kinds of fillings: sweet and salty. Sesame, red bean and fruit are sweet dumplings, while meat dumplings are salty. Qiao Yanran preferred meat, so she bought a single meat filling. "Master, can you make hand-held dumplings?" In fact, it's not difficult to shake the dumplings by hand. It's all by skillful force. As long as you throw the meat into the thick glutinous rice flour and shake it in the basket, you can finally shake the dumplings of the right size. It's the process of shaking dumplings. I'm a little tired, and I need to mobilize the strength of my waist. "Hand rolled dumplings?" The gentleman night LAN listened to this name, eyebrow tiny Cu. It was the first time he heard the name. Jun yelan doesn't like glutinous dumplings very much. The number of dumplings he has eaten for so many years is very few, let alone hand rolling. After Qiao Yanran cleaned her hands, she put some meat stuffing into the basket and demonstrated it in front of Jun yelan. In a twinkling of an eye, six dumplings are ready. "That's it. Let's have dumplings tonight." Jun yelan looked at it again, and he took the basket from Qiao Yanran's hand. It took him a short time to shake out a big bowl. White glutinous rice flour, flying. Jun yelan just put down the basket, his palm suddenly shrank a circle. When he saw this scene, he realized that it was late at night. Jun yelan He pinched the eyebrow, some helpless, finally in Qiao Yan Ran's gaze, the whole person shrunk a big circle. Qiao Yanran saw the mini version of Jun yelan on the ground and pulled his lips. That's good. After finishing coolie, she changed into a bowl of Tangyuan, which was just enough for her. Xiaoyu Wan??? its god father has worked hard for such a long time, isn't he worthy of two mouthfuls of Tangyuan? This Joe Fox wants to enslave his father all day long. It's so sad. This heartless fox. Qiao Yanran boiled the water and put the dumplings into the pot. But after a while, the dumplings with meat stuffing have been cooked, and the smell of meat comes out.
