Chapter 585

Feng Ting Mo explained to Xiao Conghua in his arms, and then called Siyu to look at him.

"Ah? Oh, yes, yes, I promise to finish the task, boss Caught off guard by the name of the rain, first in the heart of a clattering, finished the boss or to settle accounts after autumn?

Fortunately, in time to respond to the meaning of Fengting Mo words, Siyu was relieved in an instant and quickly answered.

"I won't let the young lady make trouble! You can rest assured! " In order to express his heartfelt, Siyu added another sentence, but it made the atmosphere become strange.

Feng Tingmo

Chang Cong: "what are these! But I know what I mean when I think about the rain, which makes the atmosphere extremely awkward.

"It's not us, it's not what you think..." Chang porridge's face was embarrassed to explain. The atmosphere was so strange that Chang porridge was uncomfortable. It was like they were going to do something shameful!

"Oh, sister congee and Baba, go quickly. Xiaoconghua will wait obediently." Xiaoconghua, who has not spoken for a long time, suddenly opens her mouth and stirs up a thousand waves.

“！！！” Two faces shocked, only one face indifferent Feng Ting, Mo can't see what changes on the expression.

"Cough..." Chang Cong was choked by his own saliva before he finished his words. Siyu was also shocked. Originally, he thought about how to let the little guy stay with her instead of making trouble, but he didn't expect that the little ancestor had such a state of mind!

"Oh, go on, go on, xiaoconghua is obedient." Seems to be watching two people have been motionless, shallot flower is anxious, directly forward to push her porridge sister, motioned her to leave quickly with Baba.

Chang Cong's face looked at the little guy's action, but he was very calm and took the lead in walking forward.

"Hurry up, sister porridge, hurry up with Baba!" Looking at Feng Ting, don't move, the little guy pushed harder, let Chang Cong quickly keep up.

Only chang Cong could not laugh or cry: "OK, I'll go, I'll go."

Even though Chang Cong didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd, it didn't seem strange to think that the little guy had always been so strange. He had no choice but to keep up with Feng Tingmo.

The little guy has been smiling and watching the two go away. When he looks back, he waves his hand and looks happy. He is scared and always feels strange.

"Xiao Conghua, why do you look so happy? Don't you like congee sister who sticks to you most?" Only when Siyu and xiaoconghua are in place, Siyu looks at the crescent shaped xiaoconghua with a puzzled face.

How could this little guy suddenly be so abnormal?

"Hee hee, you don't understand that!" Xiao Conghua suddenly smiles mysteriously. I have to say that there is such a smile on her young face

In addition to lovely, a little mystery can not create a good! Siyu choked with a smile, but when he thought that if he really laughed out, he was afraid that the little guy would blow his hair, so he stifled his smile.

Fortunately, the little guy's observation is not so sharp, otherwise she will notice Siyu's red cheeks and slightly trembling body

"My sister really doesn't understand. Can xiaoconghua tell my sister?" Although Siyu has no experience in taking care of children, he knows that children must follow their hair when they show such expressions, otherwise the consequences will be very tragic.

Sure enough, Siyu's way of doing it was right. The little guy's face suddenly showed a very happy expression: "all right!"

The little guy mysteriously pulled Siyu's sleeve and motioned her to squat down. Siyu was amused, but he didn't mean to refute the little guy. He squatted obediently in front of the little guy.

"Grandfather said, Baba and porridge sister alone together, shallot flower can't disturb, because this kind of porridge sister can give shallot peanut brother."

The little guy blinked and looked innocent, but what he said surprised Siyu.

"Poof..." what the hell did Feng teach me! She couldn't help laughing. Obviously, the little guy didn't know the meaning, but the summary was quite correct.

"Hee hee, now sister Siyu knows!" Xiao Conghua doesn't know the noisy thought of Siyu. Instead, she has a small chest and looks like she is so powerful.

Siyu restrained himself to think of Tucao, and make complaints about the small bag of melon in the small green onion: "uh, my sister knows!" What else can she say? Because it seems that there is nothing wrong with it!

"Let's continue to catch butterflies. After a while, Baba and congee will come out. Sister can play with xiaoconghua. Maybe she will come out with her younger brother."

Xiaoconghua's tender tone, with obvious joy, is obviously very happy. She runs towards the garden with a jump. Her little net pocket is still there. She wants to catch the most beautiful butterfly for sister conghou!

Thinking of rain

"We'd better catch the butterflies." Make complaints about the brain circuits of small green onion. If you really bring a younger brother out, I'm afraid the house will be sealed! Siyu thought of it secretly, but these were not the things she could talk about.

It's like the weather has really changed... It has to be said that she still likes congee. If she does become a sister-in-law, she will be very happy.

In this way, the big and the small with their own thoughts returned to the garden and went on to catch their butterflies.

On the other hand, they murmured about the constant porridge, but their hearts were suffering.

Originally, because of thinking about rain, she was embarrassed. But the man didn't respond at all. It seemed that she was being amorous.

There was a strange silence all the way, except that the maid who passed by from time to time said hello to her, which was what often happened when she stayed here.

At the beginning, they would feel uncomfortable. Later, when they knew that this was only their own job, they would not have the burden in their heart.

After leaving for a few days, when I came back to see the familiar scene, Chang Cong felt like a dream. When they were interrupted, it seemed that the sense of embarrassment was not so strong.

In this way, in Chang Cong's mind, he finally came to the familiar door of the room, that is, in front of Feng Tingmo's house.

Often porridge had not easily dissipated some of the embarrassment, instantly turned into a ten fold return back, this is not to go, not to go.