His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

The child thinks this is the most comfortable bed he has ever laid.

He was so comfortable that he couldn't sleep anymore, his eyes wide open, and he didn't want to kick off the quilt even if he was covered with heat. He didn't want to let go of this hard-won warmth.

This is all fat to him.

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

At a young age, he has a mind beyond his age.

Little Qin Che's mind was already thinking about how to keep fat.

He didn't want to grin at her, he 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 stay with him.

The child thought about it, suddenly turned over and got out of bed. The little body was very agile. He didn't wear shoes, and opened the door and ran out.

Han Fei’s room is not far from the small courtyard. At this moment, Han Fei, who has been busy for a day, has fallen into a sweet sleep long ago. She even grinded her teeth. A stream of shiny liquid just hangs on her mouth. On the bed, quite a big tuft.

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

Sleeping ugly.

He thought so.

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

The child was startled, his expression tense, and would jump away at any time.

But after waiting for a while, Han Fei found no other movement.

He let go of his mind, got closer barefoot, and looked down at Han Feiyuan's face.

The child's dark eyes are quite persistent.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, and the long nails on that little hand were particularly obvious, and they looked sharper in the moonlight.

Han Fei originally discovered that the child's nails were too long, but she couldn't find tools to cut him, so she let it go for a while.

Such nails look a bit hideous in the night, not in line with the naivety and naivety of children.

The nails slowly approached Han Fei's white neck.

Just when he was about to run into it, the child stopped.

His face was hesitant.

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

He has never killed anyone, but he has seen murder. In a remote place, he witnessed his mother pinching a person to death. He thought it was simple and he could do it, so he would keep it day and night. Nails will be polished from time to time when they are free, just when they are useful.

But the boy suddenly felt that he couldn't do it anymore, and he couldn't bear it.

When he thought that Fatty would no longer smile at him, would not teach him sternly, would not find him food, would not wash the quilt for him, he suddenly couldn't handle it.

Finally, the child shrank his hands and touched Han Fei's round and white face instead, which felt very good.

The child seemed to be magical. He slowly climbed onto the bed and suddenly felt very sleepy. There was a steady flow of heat from Han Fei's body. He yawned and carefully curled up in Han Fei's. On his side, he grouped himself into a small piece and fell asleep like this.

When the little boy's breathing stabilized, Han Fei slowly opened the eyes that should have been closed, with a hint of helplessness in them.

She didn't expect such a gloomy thought hidden in the child's heart.

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

But when the child stretched out his paw to reach her neck.

Han Fei's heartbeat missed a beat.

But in the end, Xiao Qin Che still did not kill her.

Han Fei has to thank. Perhaps in the eyes of children, she still has something to do with it. This is also a good start. The days are still long, and she will slowly deepen things in the future.

Thinking of this, Han Fei also felt sleepy. Seeing the child's curled up body seemed a little pitiful, she stretched her hand out and hugged him whole in her arms.

Han Fei's motherhood was filled all at once.

At night, the two figures on the bed, one large and one small, look particularly harmonious and warm.

On the second day, when Han Fei woke up, there was no one in the bed, and everything remained the same. If she hadn't been awake last night, I'm afraid I wouldn't know that the kid had been here.

Han Fei got up and washed a bit and went to look for the child. She found the little figure on the rockery. The little boy seemed to like to squat in that position and didn't do anything, just watching.

Han Fei laughed blankly, did not disturb the little boy’s daily activities, but went to the imperial dining room first, and got back a bunch of decent food, as well as a few mischievous potatoes that the willows gave me so hard. And a small cabbage.

The smile on Han Fei's face almost cracked her ears, she almost hummed a song on the road.

After returning to the small yard, she and the little boy had their breakfast first, and then picked some nutritious ones and sent them to the Xuegui. The other party did not reject her kindness, and said thank you meaningfully.

Han Fei didn't care either, and after finding the little bastard, she said earnestly, "Master Che, shall we play a game?"

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

Han Fei's smile deepened, and said, "Just play an imitation game."

"what?"

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

Han Fei didn't notice that she was being laughed at, instead she devoted herself to writing a word on the ground, it was Qin Che's word, stroke by stroke, very neat.

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

The child looked away, as if not interested.

Han Fei maintained a good attitude and stretched her voice: "So you can't do it, then forget it, stop playing."

After all, Han Fei erased the words on the ground at once.

The child became anxious all at once.

"I, I can!"

Han Fei clapped her hands, slapped off the dust, and said, "No or no, I won't force others to do it, you can play by yourself."

With that said, Han Fei seemed to be leaving.

The child was competitive, picked up the branch that Han Fei had dropped, and began to write crookedly on the ground.

Han Fei glanced from the corner of the eye, shocked in her heart.

The child can write it seriously, even if the handwriting is incredibly distorted and the strokes are wrong, but he can still see that it is a clear word.

I'm afraid this kid is a genius.

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

The criticized boy blushed with an expression of reluctance.

Han Fei Shi Ran said: "It's so ugly and reasonable? Are the words that I wrote so ugly? What you imitated is nothing like it. Look good, I'll write it to you again."

This time, the child seriously watched Han Fei write.

Only this time, Han Fei felt a little strange.

Her handwriting was originally imitated the male god.

But now, the male **** is imitating her.

This is like a circle, which is the starting point and the ending point.