Mrs. divorced again

Chapter 1089 Little Ice Cube's Request ([-])

Then Feng Songjie looked at the little glutinous rice dumpling on the bed, and lay down on it in silence. Because the little glutinous rice dumpling was still too small, it basically didn't take up much space. Feng Songjie seemed to treat her as if she didn't exist, and raised his hand casually. With a wave, the lit kerosene lamp will be extinguished directly.He closed his eyes and said.

"Go to sleep."

"..."

Little Yueya was still staring at Feng Songjie with her eyes open.

Feng Songjie felt a dazzling gaze looking at him in the darkness, so he could only open his eyes and said coldly, "Why don't you sleep."

Little Crescent: "..."

Feng Songjie just remembered something, so he sat up, took off the snow fur and padded jacket that were in the way for her, and then stuffed the little guy in autumn clothes and long trousers into the bed.

"You are such a difficult brat."

"..." Little Yueya was lying on the bed, her eyes still fixed on Feng Songjie next to her.

Feng Songjie felt the locking of his eyes, and his mind moved, "You don't want to find bad guys."

In the darkness, Little Yueya's eyes lit up, she nodded heavily and said, "...En"

Feng Songjie: "..."

Feng Songjie was in bed, grabbed Xiao Yueya by the collar, lifted her up, and said coldly: "Little Yueya, you really don't think much of me. I am your own father."

"En." Little Yueya didn't pay attention to her father's tugging at the collar at all, but nodded seriously.

Feng Songjie: "..."

After being silent for a while, he put down Xiao Yueya's collar and turned his back to Xiao Yueya, "It seems that he is right in scolding, my brain is not normal, your brain is not normal, sleep."

sleep…………?
Little Yueya sat on the bed alone, stared at Feng Songjie's back in the dark, fell silent for a while, and then obediently got into the bed. There would be air leakage, so she had no choice but to lean closer to him, sticking to his back, like a ghost behind his back, with her small hands grabbing the back of Feng Songjie's pajamas.

Vaguely preparing to close his eyes and fall asleep, Feng Songjie turned around and faced her. Little Yueya had never been so close to her father before, and she felt a little overwhelmed and wanted to back away. The next second, that person said softly "Tsk" ", and then raised his hand, he took her over and stuffed her into his arms. His chin was placed on her head, and there was a shallow breathing sound from the top of his head.

Little Yueya was stunned for a while, but his embrace was so warm that she couldn't help feeling drowsy.Grabbing the collar on his chest, like a little snail, he buried himself in the shell.

After Feng Songjie felt that the little guy in his arms had fallen asleep, he opened his eyes thoughtfully, staring into the darkness.

This year, he didn't expect the little guy to show affection to him, nor did he expect her to be so close to him, but think of his own daughter being so close to other men, calling him daddy!He is not feeling well.

The little guy has the unique milky fragrance of a baby, which makes him relax a little bit after being tense all the year round.

This was the most comfortable time for Feng Songjie to sleep for the first time in two years.

However, early in the morning, the morning light shimmered, and the golden crow rose from the east.

He felt movement in his arms, and when he opened his eyes, he saw little Yueya struggling to put on her own clothes, but because her hands and feet were too short to be neat, the clothes couldn't come up and down her head.

Feng Songjie: "..."

He sat up and dressed her silently.

After putting it on, I saw the little glutinous rice dumpling struggling to get out of bed.

"What are you doing up so early?"

He responded with two simple and crisp words.

"Go out."

"Where are you going?"

"Close the mansion."

"...??"

(End of this chapter)