shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 327 Mother is Coming!

Feng Fuce lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly for a moment.

I saw the little guy's hair sticking to his pink lips.

He just stretched out his long finger to push her away.

I heard Bai Zhi'er's lips whispering, as if talking about something.

Feng Fuce listened with his ears.

Bai Zhi'er's little milk said in a low voice: "Wow...beautiful brother hehe...Would you like to take Zhi'er to something?"

Feng Fuce frowned.

He straightened up abruptly, looking at the little guy coldly with his black eyes.

Did she not eat enough just now?

How do you dream and want to eat with others.

Gradually, Feng Fuce noticed that Bai Zhi'er was drooling.

"..." His eyes were dark, and with his slender, fair fingers, he gently pushed Bai Zhi'er's head away from his arm.

However, the little guy seemed dissatisfied, and waved his little hand unhappily.

Then he stuck it back to his side.

Feng Fuce tried to put her aside twice in a row.

But Bai Zhi'er seemed to be deliberately against him, and finally buried her little head on his chest.

Touch again, and she might wake up.

As a result, Feng Fuce had no choice but to be patient.

When he returned to Ruizhu Palace, Bai Zhier rubbed his big eyes, was held by Feng Fuce and handed over to Qingmei.

The little guy was yawning all over the place, and there was still emptiness in his eyes that hadn't woken up.

"Brother Fuce, goodbye~" She turned around and walked back with her little feet.

Qingmei bowed to Feng Fuce: "Your maidservant will leave."

Looking at the wobbly little figure of Bai Zhi'er.

Feng Fuce lowered his eyes coldly, and saw that the clothes on his chest were wet and opened a small group of water stains.

Bai Zhier...

He gritted his teeth secretly.

I hope that when she wakes up tomorrow, she will remember that this is the third piece of clothing she has soiled.

Feng Fuce turned around and quickly walked back to Shurawei.

That night, Bai Zhier shared with Bai Xilie how fulfilling his day was.

Not only did he learn to fly paper kites, but he was also accepted as a disciple by an old man.

Bai Zhi'er was lying on the quilt, blinking her big round eyes, and she said in a childish voice, "Well, my uncle told me...don't eat it!"

Bai Xilie sat on the side of the bed, listening to the words with hesitation on his face.

"Is it too late?"

Bai Zhi'er smiled happily, and said softly, "That's right, that's right, it's Mo Yanchi, Zhibao just remembered it wrong!"

Bai Xilie stroked his daughter's soft hair, and smiled lightly: "It is quite a blessing for Mo Yanchi to be able to take young children as his disciples."

After the father and daughter talked for a while, Bai Zhi'er fell asleep.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the little guy heard a familiar call——

"Zhibao~Zhibao~"

Bai Zhi'er opened his eyes from his sleep.

She sat up excitedly.

It's my mother's voice!

Dad has gone back to Qianyuan Hall to sleep.

Ruizhu Palace was quiet, and the sound transmission of mother's magic power echoed in the little guy's ears.

Bai Zhi'er quickly got out of bed with her butt pouted.

"Hey...Mother, come here!" She stepped on her little shoes and ran out quietly.

Outside, Qingmei kept vigil and dozed off.

Bai Zhi'er walked to the door cautiously and ran out.

The little guy didn't wear his shoes properly. When he was running along the corridor to the source of the sound, he accidentally dropped his shoes and almost tripped!
Just when Bai Zhi'er was about to throw herself on the ground, a fragrant embrace hugged her.

A gentle voice sounded from above his head.

"Good boy, you're so careless, if you hurt your butt from a fall, will you cry with your mother again later?"

As soon as the little man raised his head, he saw the familiar beautiful eyes, gazing at his mother's love, looking at her as tenderly as water.

Her skin was creamy, her eyebrows were beautiful, her black hair was scattered on her shoulders like a waterfall, and her skirt was made of colorful stars, giving off a light that wasn't too dazzling.

The fairy silk Jing Jia is wearing wraps around her in the absence of wind, with a faint fairy mist on her body, a beauty that does not stain the mortal world.

Bai Zhi'er hugged Jing Jia's neck with her small arms excitedly: "Mother!"

(End of this chapter)