Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

At this time, the rain listening building is in full bloom.

I haven't seen Feng Jiuxi's steamed stuffed bun for several days. I pestered her to play for a long time. I was tired and finally fell asleep.

Touching the sweat wet hair of the steamed stuffed bun, Feng Jiuxi was gentle in her eyes.

Biyun walked forward with a light step, pressed his voice and asked, "Miss, do you want to send the young master to Zizhu hospital?"

Since that incident, Feng Yuntian waved his hand and directly rebuilt a separate yard for his grandson. During the day, he either lived in Feng Yuntian or returned to his yard.

Whenever the steamed stuffed bun refused and wanted to continue living with his mother, he would hear Feng Yuntian blow his beard and stare, and Yizheng said sternly: "you are a man, and you should protect your mother in the future! How can you haw without your mother!"

Feng Jiuxi couldn't laugh or cry, but thinking that he was getting busy day by day, he didn't have time to take care of the steamed stuffed bun. It was also a good choice to cultivate his independent nature. He simply turned a blind eye.

"Not today. Let him sleep with me." Feng Jiuxi said.

Biyun nodded, obediently backed out, blew the candle and closed the door.

The room was suddenly dark and surprisingly quiet.

Feng Jiuxi was drowsy. His eyes were just about to close. Suddenly, his nerves tightened. Someone!

A familiar smell came from the air: without waiting for Feng Jiuxi to react, she felt that the bed beside her fell in the next second. She subconsciously protected the small steamed stuffed bun in the bed and stretched out her foot to kick it!

"Don't move, be careful to kick where you shouldn't."

Huh? The sound, the smell

Feng Jiuxi's whole body was slightly relaxed, frowned and asked, "Your Highness Pluto?"

"But I haven't seen you for a few days. You're so strange to me. You're a little too ruthless."

Wenxiang nephrite was right in front of him. Yanqing had no shame of breaking into someone else's boudoir in the middle of the night. She put her big hand around her waist. His incredible softness made his heart lake unbearable.

"What are you doing? Let go!" Feng Jiuxi gnashed his teeth.

While trying to break someone's hand, she kept an eye on the steamed stuffed bun for fear of waking him up.

If he sees another man on the bed out of thin air... How can she explain it!

However, it seems that xiaobaozi had a good impression of Pluto on the test field last time.

Yanqing noticed her little move. His sight was excellent. He looked along her sight and saw the small steamed stuffed bun in the innermost nest by the moonlight.

The child's quiet sleeping face is innocent and harmless. He, who has always been cold, also feels a trace of warmth.

"Don't worry, my son sleeps heavily. He won't wake up for the moment and a half."

Feng Jiuxi stared at him. "Please, this is my son. Don't bite a son."

She said it all because Yanqing wanted to be close. She didn't think much. It was dark in the room. Naturally, she didn't pay much attention to the deep emotion that flashed on his face.

Feng Jiuxi's strength can't compare with this man. She wants to use her spiritual power, but she is bound to wake up the little steamed stuffed bun and just give it up.

"If you move like this again, I'm afraid you'll really wake him up."

Feng Jiuxi just settled down, and then a comfortable spiritual power package came from her body.

"What are you doing to me?"