Chapter 1658

Genoa.

When Feng Xun returned to the manor, the sun was setting. On the seventh day of the summer, he woke up from a long afternoon nap. After feeding the two children, he was playing with them.

Feng Xun pushed open the door of the bedroom and saw that the seventh day of the summer was telling a story to the two babies in a gentle tone.

She was holding one in her arms, and there was one lying beside her. One of them was playing with her long hair, while the other was lying quietly, but her eyes were wide open, and she listened very carefully.

"Little girl..." Feng Xun walked over with a smile, took the lead to pick up the baby who listened to the story carefully from her side, and said with a soft smile: "you just accompany them to tell stories, what about Marina? Won't she come and help you? "

"I sent her to have a rest. Anyway, I wake up and sit here idle and bored. Why don't I just accompany the children?"

On the seventh day of the summer, he picked up the baby in his arms and asked him to face Feng Xun. He teased him with a smile and said, "Ozawa, look, daddy is back from work..."

Feng Xiaoze in his arms blinks at his father Feng Xun and reaches out his fleshy little hand to him. Seeing this, Feng Xun can only give his daughter Feng Jiang, whom he has just picked up, to the seventh day of the summer. Then he takes over his son Feng Ze, who is coquettishing with himself. He pinches his little fist and says with a smile, "this boy is more coquettish than his sister!"

"No, our little ginger is quiet. Just now I told them a story. Ozawa kept making a lot of noise. I doubt he could listen to it at all, but he listened very carefully and didn't cry or make any noise!"

Talking about the different personalities of the two babies on the seventh day of the summer, I can't help laughing and joking: "Feng Xun, do you think the two kids will grow up and have a bigger difference in personalities?"

"It's possible that although they are twins, one is a boy and the other is a girl. The boy will be naughty after all, and the girl will be sensible and quiet after all..."

Speaking of this, Feng Xun lowered his head to kiss his son's face, and then went to kiss his daughter's forehead. He even held out his hand to take the shoulder of the seventh day of the summer. He imprinted a kiss on her lips and said with a low smile: "one is like me, and the other is like you, isn't it just right?"

"Now it seems that my daughter is more like me!" In the seventh day of summer, he blinked and said with a smile, "I remember that at lunch, everyone was listening to my third sister and my future third brother-in-law. At that time, Ozawa was very excited and even danced. But Xiaojiang fell asleep, just like me!"

She sleeps most of the time when she listens to the concert. Even the third sister has nothing to do with her, so she will hardly be allowed to attend the piano recital later!

"Yes, I still remember that time when you heard that my apathy needed various treatments, you took me to listen to Paganini's Violin Recital. As a result, you fell asleep by yourself until the end of the recital..." Feng Xun obviously remembered that time when she was sleeping soundly on her shoulder and could not help joking.

On the seventh day of the summer, he looked down at his daughter in his arms and sighed in a low voice: "it seems that our daughter, just like me, is born with no intelligence to music..."

"Don't worry, my daughter is as good as you. She must be a beautiful and lovely little girl!" Feng Xun quickly comforted her with a smile, and added in a low voice: "and look at her calm personality, don't like crying, and born from your stomach first, I think she must also inherit your wisdom, and part of my calm personality, in the future will be able to control my brother!"

"If so, it would be the best!" At the beginning of summer, seven eyes brightened, shook the baby daughter in her arms, and said with a low smile: "Xiaojiang Er, you will be as smart and calm as your father said, and become a good example for your brother!"

Feng Jiang in his arms seems to understand his mother's words. He stares at the seventh day of the lunar new year, and then at Feng Xun. Unexpectedly, he reaches out a small hand to his younger brother in his arms.

"Look, your sister knows that she's shaking hands with you..." seeing her daughter's sensible appearance, Xia Chuqi couldn't help but marvel and quickly said with a smile to Feng Xun's son.

However, Feng Ze in Feng Xun's arms turned his eyes, but he first looked at his father.

"You are a man. You should have gentlemanly demeanor. If your sister reaches out to you, you should return the gift." Feng Xun smiles and reminds patiently.

Feng Ze slowly stretched out his hand and planned to touch his sister's outstretched hand. Unexpectedly, his sister grabbed his finger and squeezed it.

Feng Ze blinked. At first he felt confused. Then he felt that his fingers were pinched. Wow, he cried.

Feng Jiang looks at his younger brother crying, but he is also a little stunned. On the seventh day of the summer, Feng Xun and Feng Xun look at each other. They really don't understand why their son suddenly starts to cry.

"Maybe Xiao jiang'er has more strength?" Xia Chu Qi said tentatively, looking at his son crying pitifully, he quickly exchanged his daughter for Feng Xun, took his son over, gently comforted his back, and said in a soft voice: "well, Ozawa doesn't cry, my sister is kind enough to shake hands with you, don't cry..."

Xu is back to his mother's familiar and warm arms, Feng Ze soon stopped crying, but still with tears on his face.

"What can I do? Ozawa is a man who loves to cry more than his sister!" On the seventh day of the summer, he shook his head and sighed.

"Never mind, just grow up a little bit!" Feng Xun said with a smile of relief, then looked down at his daughter in his arms, stretched out his hand and pinched her fleshy little hand. He really couldn't think of this pair of siblings, who really had too much strength to pinch each other.

Feng Ze returned to his mother's arms. After crying, he was hungry again. On the seventh day of the summer, he opened his collar and began to feed. He did not forget to look at his sister with pride.

And Feng Jiang in Feng Xun's arms, probably to understand why his brother's crying, can't help but look at his brother who robbed the food first.

"Xiao jiang'er, your eyes..." Feng Xun keenly observed his daughter's small eyes, shaking his head and laughing in silence.

He was caressing his son's hair on the seventh day of summer. Seeing that his son was eating happily, he was also relieved. Suddenly he heard Feng Xun say so. He looked up at his daughter in his arms and asked curiously, "what's wrong with Xiao Jiang er?"

"Nothing. Just seeing her eyes just now, he felt as if he had looked at her younger brother disdainfully..." Feng Xun said this, but also felt a little funny.

Clearly just so little baby, how can there be disdainful eyes?

On the seventh day of the summer, he was amused by Feng Xun's words and began to laugh. He reached out and touched his daughter's hair and said, "they are so small that they don't have that kind of complicated eyes. Maybe you are wrong!"