Chapter 343

As soon as the voice fell, I heard another "pa Da", and the door was ruthlessly closed in front of him.

I heard my subordinates' low laughter. The night breeze didn't have to look back. I could guess the expressions of those people on the first floor.

"Cough," night breeze pretended to clear his throat and said loudly, "Your Highness Pluto is playing with me, hehe..."

As a result, the people in the room immediately heard a man's cold voice as if they were deliberately against him.

"Don't you leave yet? If you don't leave again, don't stay in the room on the second floor."

The person who knows current affairs is a Junjie. The night breeze waved his fist and grinned at the door in front of him. Then he clenched his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "you're cruel!" this man is really a real vinegar.

Hearing the footsteps from the door, Feng Jiuxi said helplessly, "what do you care about with him? He is a child's nature."

Yanqing took a sip of tea. "I've never seen such a big child."

The little steamed stuffed bun on one side also participated in. He took a careful look at Yanqing. Then he said to Feng Jiuxi: "Mom, I don't say I'm a child when I'm three years old. He's so tall, not to mention a child!"

"Are you my son? He didn't help me speak." Feng Jiuxi joked.

Yan Qing pinched the soft face of the steamed stuffed bun, "my son naturally helps manage or kiss."

He used "my son" instead of "your son". This title obviously got a great sense of identity from the little steamed stuffed bun. He had greater confidence in his eyes. He nodded, "yes, my mother is my mother, and my father is also my father!"

Although the two people so "hate" her, Feng Jiuxi was not half angry, but had a feeling of comfort.

She could see that although little steamed stuffed bun liked Yanqing, there was always an inexplicable respect and estrangement in it, which was far less intimate than his own father and son. However, after a few days together, Yanqing's care for his details made little steamed stuffed bun a lot bolder, and also brought the relationship between them closer and closer.

Little steamed stuffed bun and mubai quarreled for a while, and one person and one animal were tired and lying on the bed.

Feng Jiuxi closed the window with light hands and feet. Outside the window is a street. People often come and go.

Anyway, the party doesn't start until evening. It's better to let two little guys sleep for a while. They must be tired all the way.

The light in the room darkened as soon as the window was closed.

Before she turned around, a warm and tall body was pasted behind her, and a big hand wrapped around her waist, just about to make a mess.

Feng Jiuxi hurriedly wanted to clap his hand and said in a low voice, "what are you doing? Don't wake up the child."

"You just spoke for him." Yan Qing's voice was as low as ever, and now it still has a touch of grievance.

Feng Jiuxi was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he said that the night breeze just now was a little sad and laughing.

"I don't mean to speak for him, but he is the brother of master Yueling and half of our benefactor, and what he says is a joke. Why bother with him?"

When she said this, Feng Jiuxi always had the illusion that she was coaxing children.

Looking at the man in front of her, Feng Jiuxi's heart was soft.

Isn't this a child? Yan Qing at this time is like a boy with no distractions, only stirring up emotions for the people he loves.