“You have such a strong taste, and you sleep with your daughter?” Quinn Marsden grunted.
Scott Everwood hooked her chin and whispered in her ear: “Could someone have forgotten that one day in the past, the word” Daddy? ”
Quinn Marsden broke free of his palm and stood up from his arms: “The older you are, the more serious you are.”
Scott Everwood dragged her back, and then pushed her on the sofa: “Little Seven is not here tonight, and no one will rob me with you.”
Speaking of this, Quinn Marsden was bitter and tearful. XiaoQuinn Marsden was two years old, but she was too sticky to her father, so she always slept between her and Scott Everwood at night.
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