"Baby sucks." The beautiful woman picked up Zhang Xiao on the cradle bed, and Zhang Fuhai suddenly bounced off the sofa as her clothes gradually slipped down. "Why is this, my husband?" Zhang Fuhai sniffed at the corner of his mouth. "How old Zhang Xiao has been since Hua Xia was born, and his memory of death is still preserved. I feel a little green when you feed him..." The group number has been established: 1058847885