Chapter 316

Next, Biyun didn't continue to say. Seeing that Feng Jiuxi looked wrong, he turned and said, "maybe the LORD helped the slave to pour it."

Feng Jiuxi's eyes sank slightly, and the strange feeling in her heart surged into her heart again.

"Maybe." Feng Jiuxi frowned. In fact, they all knew that Yanqing wouldn't do such a thing as helping pour medicine.

After taking the steamed stuffed bun's coat, Feng Jiuxi returned to the yard again. As soon as he came out, he saw the steamed stuffed bun lying on the grass and holding mubai in his arms. The latter ran around him noisily, just not to be caught by him.

A few steps away, Yanqing looked at them, always cold as water, with a blooming tenderness in her eyes.

That feeling is very wonderful. It's different from looking at her. It's like looking at a precious thing.

From the perspective of Feng Jiuxi, she just saw the man's thin side face, flawless. Her eyes turned to the small steamed stuffed bun on the ground. For a moment, she felt that the child's side was a little familiar.

If the steamed stuffed bun grows up a little longer, it looks like Yan Qing now

Plus the red dot on caiyanqing's body above, and the cup of inexplicably disappeared allergy medicine.

Feng Jiuxi wanted to be saved up by a big hand in his mind. After the pain, he was as blessed as his heart!

Don't say!

She was frightened by the idea in her mind. For a moment, she didn't know what to do. She didn't even hear the little steamed stuffed bun calling her.

Until the familiar touch came from her shoulder, Feng Jiuxi didn't come back. Yan Qing asked, "what do you think? My son calls you."

Feng Jiuxi found that he had a son by son. When did he call it so easy.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about what happened when Biyun said that the medicine was gone." Feng Jiuxi tried to make himself speak in an ordinary tone.

Her eyes stared at the expression on Yanqing's face, but he looked the same as usual, "I just fell down."

"Oh, that's right." Feng Jiuxi dragged out the ending sound and said casually, "I thought it was stolen by someone."

Yan Qing didn't answer again, but instead looked at the small steamed stuffed bun on the grass. "The child's temper is like you. It's a little noisy."

"Really, I think he's like you." Feng Jiuxi still didn't find anything different from his face, and his doubts immediately deepened.

She didn't notice that the big hand on her shoulder tightened quietly.

"Mom, Prince, Dad, come here quickly. Let's play games." the little steamed stuffed bun over there saw that they stood still, quickly got up from the grass, grabbed their hands and wanted to play together.

The two of them played with the steamed stuffed bun until it was getting dark.

Yanqing took him to the bed with light hands and feet, stretched out his hand and covered the quilt on him, looking familiar.

"You seem to be very kind to him. I'm surprised that you get along well. I really can't see that you're not the real father and son."

Feng Jiuxi's voice suddenly rang from behind. Yanqing paused with the quilt in her hand. When she looked back, she had restrained all her emotions.

"This is your son, that is, my son. It's right to be nice to him." Yan Qing explained faintly.

This sounds like no flaw. That's the so-called truth of loving others.