Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Happy times are always short.

At dusk, Feng Jiuxi was ready to take the steamed stuffed bun back. If it was late, dad should worry.

"I'll see you off. Let's go." Yanqing just finished, but Feng Jiuxi refused.

"The underworld mansion is at the foot of the mountain. Why do you have to make a big mistake." Feng Jiuxi saw that he was worried and said with relief: "don't worry, that group of talents must be afraid of killing me so soon."

Yan Qing frowned fiercely, but he was still worried.

Feng Jiuxi didn't give him much time to think about it. She got on the carriage with a small steamed stuffed bun. She was about to lift her feet up. She felt a pull-down pull on her waist. She turned back and the smell of men came to her face.

"If I don't want to send it... Unless you take the initiative to kiss me." Yan Qing's eyes were heavy, staring at her and joking.

Feng Jiuxi was not ready for the first time, so he "bullied".

At this time, "the overall situation has been decided". Since the two people have that kind of relationship, she won't be afraid of hands and feet.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiuxi put his mouth together and Baji was about to kiss him on the cheek.

Unexpectedly, the next second she was about to kiss, the man suddenly crossed the angle and just fell firmly on his lips.

Feng Jiuxi reacted, immediately stepped back and said angrily, "you play tricks!"

"You promised me a kiss, but you didn't specify where to kiss." Yanqing hooked her lips and touched her hair, "OK, go."

Feng Jiuxi had to say that she couldn't be sweet in her heart.

She stepped back into the carriage, finally glanced at Yan Qing with deep eyes, blushed and put down the curtain.

"Eh, mom, why is your face so red? Is it a fever?" at the moment, his son was a pig teammate. He saw Feng Jiuxi's face and came up to it, and then said this carelessly.

Feng Jiuxi hurriedly covered his mouth, "Shh".

Looking forward like a thief, Yan Qing didn't hear what he said just now. He was guilty of being a thief.

"Go back to the house!" Feng jiuti hurriedly urged the coachman.

Unexpectedly, the man's voice rang, "take care of your mother, and remember to tell Dad when you blush next time."

"Coachman, hurry!" Feng Jiuxi said almost gnashing his teeth. The man had heard it!

Yanqing stood there with her arms around and looked at the carriage leaving with a smile. It seemed that there was still some residual warmth on her mouth.

Feng Jiuxi, you are finally mine.

……

A red heart beat back to Feng's house.

Feng Jiuxi got off the carriage with a small steamed stuffed bun. As soon as he walked in, he found the abnormality in his family.

The servants and maidservants passing by looked at Feng Jiuxi with strange eyes and whispered to her in twos and threes!

There is a situation... Feng Jiuxi can almost conclude.

Before she went to the rain tower, a blue figure flew out.

"Miss, where have you been with the young master? Why are you back now?" Biyun's visible panic further verified Feng Jiuxi's conjecture.

"What happened?" Feng Jiuxi asked directly.

"Miss... Miss, she's dead!"

When Biyun finished, Feng Jiuxi was stunned in situ. For a moment, it was difficult to accept it in her mind.

At this time, Leng Luo was born and said to Feng Jiuxi with a heavy face, "Miss, the master and the elders let you pass."