Chapter 355

The child thought it was the most comfortable bed he had ever been in.

He was so comfortable that he couldn't sleep. He opened his big eyes. Even though he was covered with heat, he didn't want to kick the quilt away. He didn't want to let go of this hard-earned warmth.

It's all fat for him.

There was only one thought in the child's mind.

At a young age, you have a mind beyond your age.

Small Qin Che's mind has been thinking about how to keep fat.

He didn't want to grin at her teeth, and didn't want to bite her. He wanted to keep her, not let her go, and stay with him forever.

This is the first person willing to give him food and accompany him.

The child thought, suddenly turned out of bed, small body is very agile, he did not wear shoes, opened the door and ran out.

Han Fei's room is not far away from the small yard. At this moment, Han Fei, who has been busy for a whole day, has already fallen into a sweet sleep. She even grinds her teeth. A flash of bright liquid is hanging around her mouth, and her whole body is coiled on the bed, which is quite large.

The child opened the door and walked into the room, looking at Han Fei's sleeping face.

What an ugly sleep.

He thought so.

Then Han Fei suddenly turned over, and the wooden bed creaked as if to collapse.

The child was frightened and nervous, and would jump away at any time.

But after waiting for a while, she found that Han Fei had no other news.

He eased his heart, approached barefoot, and looked down at Hanfei's round face.

The child's dark eyes were rather stubborn.

He suddenly reached out his hand. The long fingernails on his little hand were very obvious, and they were sharper in the moonlight.

Han Fei originally found that the child's nails were too long, but he did not find a tool to cut for him, so indulged for a while.

Such nails in the night appear some ferocious, not in line with the children's naive ferocity.

The nails were slowly approaching Hanfei's white neck.

Just about to meet, the child stopped.

His face was hesitant.

He thought the best way to keep people was to kill them.

He has never killed people, but he has seen people killed. In remote places, he witnessed his mother crush people to death. He thought it was very simple, and he could do it. Therefore, he would keep his nails day and night. Sometimes he would grind them when he was free.

But the little boy suddenly felt that he couldn't do it, and he couldn't give up.

At the thought that Pang Pang would not smile at him again, teach him a lesson with a straight face, find him something to eat and wash his quilt, he suddenly couldn't do it.

Finally, the child still shrunk his hand and touched Han Fei's round and white face. It felt very good.

The child seems to be magic like, slowly climbed into bed, suddenly felt very sleepy, from Han Fei body also continuously sends out the heat source, he yawned, carefully curled up in Han Fei's body side, will own into a small piece, so sleep in the past.

When the baby's breathing was stable, Hanfei slowly opened the pair of eyes that should have been closed, with a trace of helplessness inside.

She didn't think that there was such a dark mind in the child's heart.

Sure enough, how could a child who grew up in such an environment be as simple as it seems on the surface, perhaps more profound than she thought.

But when the child reached out his paw to her neck.

Han Fei missed a beat in her heartbeat.

But in the end, little Qin Che still didn't kill her.

Han Fei has to thank. Maybe in the eyes of the child, she still has some merits. This is a good beginning. There is still a long way to go. She will go deep into the future.

Thinking of this, Han Fei also felt sleepy. Looking at the child's curled up body seemed to be a little pitiful, she stretched out her hand and held his whole body in her arms.

Han Fei's motherhood was suddenly filled.

At night, the two figures on the bed, one big and one small, seem particularly harmonious and warm.

The next day, when Hanfei woke up, there was no one in bed. Everything remained the same. If she hadn't been awake last night, I'm afraid she wouldn't have known that the baby had come.

Han Fei got up and washed for a while and went to find the little figure at the rockery. The little boy seemed to like squatting in that position and doing nothing, just looking at it.

Han Fei was stunned and didn't disturb the little boy's daily activities. Instead, she went to the imperial dining room and took back a pile of fairly good food, as well as some rotten potatoes and a cabbage brought by the willows.

The smile on Hanfei's face almost cracked off her ears. She almost began to sing when she was walking on the road.

Back to the small yard, she and the cub to solve the breakfast, but also picked some nutritious to send to Xuegui, the other side did not refuse her kindness, but also said a meaningful thank you.Han Fei didn't care. After finding the baby, she said with great heart: "Mr. Che, let's play a game, OK?"

The child's eyes lit up when he heard the word game.

Han Fei's smile deepened and said, "just play the imitation game."

"What?"

Han Fei picked up a branch on the ground and squatted down like a soft hill. The child couldn't help laughing.

Han Fei didn't notice that she was laughed at. Instead, she wrote a word on the ground, which was Qin Che's.

Han Fei pointed to the word and said, "look, this is your name, Qin Che's Che. If you can perfectly imitate this word today, I promise to give you something better to eat."

The child looked away as if he had no interest.

Han Fei maintained a good attitude and elongated her voice and said, "you can't do it. Forget it. Don't play."

After that, Han Fei erased the words on the ground.

The child was in a hurry.

"I, I can!"

Han Fei clapped her hands, patted off the dust, and said, "no, it won't be. I won't force others. You can play by yourself."

With that, Han Fei seemed to be leaving.

The child was so competitive that he picked up the branches left by Han Fei and began to write on the ground.

Han Fei took a glance with her remaining light and was shocked.

Children can really write, even if the handwriting is so distorted that the strokes are wrong, but still can see that it is a Che character.

I'm afraid the child is a genius.

Han Fei restrained her shock and said, "it's so ugly. It's not like it at all."

The critiqued cub blushed and showed a defiant face.

Han Fei Shi ran said, "is it reasonable to write so ugly? Is my writing so ugly? You're not imitating at all. Watch it. I'll write it for you again

This time, the child really looked at Han Fei's writing.

Just this time, Hanfei felt a little strange.

Her handwriting was imitated by male gods.

Now, however, the male god is imitating her.

It's like a circle. It's the beginning and the end.

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