Chapter 1628

Feng Feng turned on all the lights at home before returning to Qiao yaruan and looked up at the pictures on the wall.

"That's a good question, and I don't know." Feng Feng hugged Qiao yaruan and said, "I asked my aunt. She said that living here is more like human life than living there."

Qiao Ya Ruan: "it's..."

A poetic aunt.

Qiao Ya Ruan looked around with bright lights, which was different from his villa. In the villa, he only turned on one light in the living room, not all.

"Auntie likes light." Feng Feng said, let go of Qiao Ya Ruan, and then went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, looked at the full of ingredients inside, knew that the domestic workers were not lazy.

Qiao Ya Ruan after seeing, the corner of the mouth slightly a smoke, this black sheep.

"The African people will hate you to death." Qiao Ya Ruan said and continued to look at the house.

"My aunt likes fresh food in the refrigerator. She likes to cook." Feng Feng said, looking back at Qiao Ya Ruan who looked around, and then took her upstairs.

"For what?" Qiao Ya Ruan slightly a meal, the person has already been pulled up by him.

"Look at the things I had when I was a child. They were all here. I didn't take them. I want them to accompany my aunt." Feng Feng said, pulling Qiao Ya Ruan to a room.

Feng Feng reached out and turned on the light. The room was very Cawaii. He could not see that it was the little boy's room.

Feng Feng shrugged: "I can't help it. My aunt especially likes these things."

Qiao Ya Ruan tried hard to smile. He looked here and there. Even the sheets were SpongeBob's, which was really cute.

Qiao Ya Ruan sat down beside the bed, Feng squatted down and pulled out a box from the bottom of the bed, "my treasure chest."

Qiao Ya Ruan looked down curiously. "I thought you didn't have it. I also had a treasure chest when I was a child." Qiao Ya Ruan said and sat down on the ground and watched him open the box.

"My aunt helped me to collect all these things, but they didn't exist after I was ten years old. When I came back to Fengjia, although she was very kind to me, I knew that it was just because my existence could make her more important in Fengjia." Feng Feng said she was Feng's mother.

Qiao Ya Ruan was stunned for a moment, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder, poor baby.

Probably, except for his aunt, no one really loves him. His father even wants his life, doesn't he?

There are many toys that little boys often play with and a photo album.

"Is this when you were a child?" Qiao Ya Ruan took it curiously.

"Well, it was all taken by my aunt, and then it was developed and made." When Feng Feng mentioned his aunt, his eyes were bright.

The photo album is DIY. I can see that it was made by my aunt herself.

His aunt loved his nephew with her heart.

Qiao Ya Ruan thought and reached out to open the album.

The album is made of brown antique wood. It has a sense of age. There are two photos on one page with words on it. That's the description of the photos. You can see the intention.

The first one should be Feng Feng's just born, a wrinkled child, marked with the date, and a woman's white hand, which should be Feng Feng's mother.

That hand, slender, white, as green as onion.

Sure enough, time is a butcher's knife. Although Feng's mother keeps her hands properly, her hands are no longer as bright and beautiful as they are now.

Behind is his full moon photo, white and tender baby let people look at it and feel like, "so you were so attractive when you were a child." She said, reaching out and stroking the little face.

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