Chapter 1423

Seeing that Fu Jiabei deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, Zeng Mingyue raised her foot angrily and gently stepped on the instep of his foot.

"If you deliberately rush me again, I'll go down and tell my aunt that you bully me."

Fu Jiabei, "..."

He looked at Zeng Mingyue with a strange side and exclaimed, "Zeng Mingyue, why didn't I recognize your character on your nose and face before."

Zeng Mingyue picked her lips and smiled, "then it's too late for you to find out now. I'm going to haunt you all my life."

Fu Jiabei smiled, and the smile reached the bottom of his eyes, making his deep eyes seem to fall into the moonlight. It's hard to look straight at them.

Zeng Mingyue quickly turned away his eyes, pointed to a large pile of photo albums in the window and said, "is that a picture of you when you were a child? Can I see it?"

"Take it yourself." Fu Jiabei loosened Zeng Mingyue and picked her eyebrows. It was obvious that she wanted to make herself at home and see what she wanted to see.

Zeng Mingyue lowered her head and couldn't help smiling again.

She has a feeling that after today, they really fully integrate into his world. From then on, they really have to be bound together for a long time. This feeling is really wonderful.

When the window opened, Zeng Mingyue found that label strips were pasted on the side of each album, with the standard year on them.

"Are these also posted by my aunt?"

"HMM." Fu Jiabei nodded.

Zeng Mingyue touched those labels, "aunt is really the best mother."

As a big star, her love and company for her children are everywhere. Ordinary mothers may not be able to do this, but Su Mi does it very well.

"Yes, she is."

Fu Jiabei's eyes were bright and smiling, and his eyes on the window album were also particularly soft.

Listen to Zeng Mingyue muttering, "I will be a qualified mother in the future..."

"What?"

Fu Jiabei actually heard her muttering clearly, but he deliberately stared at Zeng Mingyue in surprise and asked.

Zeng Mingyue blushed and shook her head hurriedly, "nothing, nothing."

Fu Jiabei's light laughter came from his ear, "I will be a good father in the future."

Zeng Mingyue's ears warmed up.

In order to alleviate the ambiguity of a moment, she quickly took out a photo album and opened it.

"Eh, this is a picture of you and Garbo when they were young. Hahaha, is this you?"

Zeng Mingyue asked Fu Jiabei with a surprised smile, pointing to a group photo of twins when they were young. There are two girls in the photo. Fu Jiabei is also dressed as a girl. He is wearing a small fresh suspender vest with broken flowers and a wig with two braids on his head.

Fu Jiabei's eyes also fell on the photo. At that time, he and Jiabao were about three years old.

"When I was a child, my mother played me and Garbo badly."

Probably every pair of twins have the experience of being played bad by their mother. All kinds of funny clothes, all kinds of boys playing girls and girls playing boys, all kinds of embarrassing photos emerge one after another.

"Ha ha, but were you so cold when you were a child?"

In the photo, Fu Jiabei is so small, but his expression is the same as now. He looks at the camera without expression. He looks like a helpless and tolerant mommy who plays bad with him, like a cold little adult.

"Yes."

Fu Jiabei answered casually. Zeng Mingyue stared at the picture for a long time. She thought that the male god was really cute and beautiful when she was a child.

I don't know if she will inherit the excellent gene of male god in the future, and the baby is so lovely like a demon.

She looked down at the picture and stole music. Fu Jiabei was looking at her side face and smiling. He guessed what she was thinking.

"We will have twins in the future."

"Uh huh! It'd better be a dragon and Phoenix fetus!"

Zeng Mingyue nodded instinctively and listened to Fu Jiabei's chuckle.

"It's a little difficult, so I have to work harder."

Zeng Mingyue reflected what she had just said. For a moment, her cheeks flushed and she glanced at Fu Jiabei.

Is this something that can be solved by hard work?

Feeling that Fu Jiabei's eyes had been staring at himself, the surrounding air seemed to be hot. Zeng Mingyue hurriedly stood up, "I'll look at other photos. By the way, are there any photos of us in junior high school and senior high school?"

Zeng Mingyue said and sent the album back, taking the opportunity to avoid the ubiquitous eyes of the male god.

She found the album of Jiabei junior high school, moved back to the sofa and opened it with great interest.

Just opened, there is a picture of a teenager standing on the podium in school uniform. The light is on the teenager's dark hair. His temperament is clean and outstanding. He still has the characteristics of Qingjun. He looks very different from ordinary restless junior middle school students.

"This should be the picture taken when I won the prize in the national high school students' English debate competition, right?"

Zeng Mingyue asked excitedly, and his fingers unconsciously stroked Fu Jiabei's figure in the photo.

Fu Jiabei raised his eyebrows and looked at Zeng Mingyue. "How do you know?"

In fact, he really doesn't remember when this picture was taken.

He won numerous awards at school. There were too many such scenes. He never cared about them.

"I just remember!"

Zeng Mingyue said proudly that she would not tell him that she was fascinated by his secret love at that time. For him at that time, she must be more familiar with him than himself.

What's more, she took the boss's effort to sit under the stage as the school's support group in the debate.

The grace of the male god of the day was vivid. Seeing this picture, she suddenly remembered it.

"It's so powerful." Fu Jiabei looked at Zeng Mingyue's proud look, smiled and rubbed Zeng Mingyue's hair.

Zeng Mingyue turned another page and his eyes fell on a picture of Fu Jiabei playing basketball.

As long as there is a picture of him, he is undoubtedly a shining point and the focus of the crowd.

In this picture, Fu Jiabei should have just come off the stage. He leaned bored against one side of the railing and was wiping his sweat with a towel.

On the field over there, the players are still playing in full swing, but on the stand next to them, the girls are obviously staring at Fu Jiabei.

Several girls rushed to him with water and shy and nervous expression.

This scene is very familiar. In the past, when Fu Jiabei played basketball at school, Zeng Mingyue went to see it every court, but she lacked courage and never dared to hand him water.

Zeng Mingyue thought. Unconsciously, he glanced at the grandstand. As a result, he looked at it and opened his mouth.

God, she saw herself. Did she accidentally share the frame with the male god?

At that time, my little self was more humble than now. I stood behind the crowd, but my eyes fell in the direction of Fu Jiabei like all girls.