Mrs. Huo, she is very charming

It can't be She still has revenge. She can't just go with the little star.

"Go and buy some sugar. Little starry sky likes colorful sugar." Jiang Fanxing pressed down the sour and astringent heart, with a reluctant smile on his face.

Huo Han Xiao nodded, "this is like Han Qing."

Huo Hanqing, Huo Hanxiao's brother of the same father and mother, is quite different from Huo Hanxiao. He is bright and cheerful, and he is good at eating, drinking and playing.

"Nephews are like uncles. It's normal."

"Well!"

They also selected some things that children usually use, and even baby carriages and cribs that are not needed at all.

In Huo Hanxiao's words, other children have it, and his son also has it.

"Let's go down first. Lu Fei will come and get it. He'll follow us."

"Good."

They left. Lu Fei was waiting at the door.

Huo Hanxiao's face was deep and solemn. "These things are all cautious. You can't lose any of them."

Lu Fei naturally knew what to do with these things. He nodded cautiously, "don't worry about Huo ye, don't worry about little lady."

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On the outskirts of the city, there is a thousand year old temple, Lingsheng temple. There is a small Buddhist hall behind Lingsheng temple, which is dedicated to offering memorial tablets for people who can't find their bodies.

Huo Hanxiao set up a memorial tablet for xiaoxingkong here.

Jiang Fanxing looked at the tablet of "the position of Huo Xingyu, the 13th eldest son of Huo's family." his heart ached and his eyes became moist.

"Xingyu..."

"Well, next to the jade characters of the thirteen generations of the Huo family, the name of Xingyu was given by my grandfather to his eldest son's direct grandson years ago, and it was written into the genealogy early." Huo Hanxiao's eyes were heavy. Although his face was calm, it was like the rough waves hidden under the calm sea.

Jiang Fanxing's tears are more fierce. She knows what Huo Hanxiao means.

Little starry sky From then on, he was no longer a child of unknown origin. He was the eldest son of Huo family, the most powerful plutocrat family in Shangjing.

He is the eldest son of the family tree.

"Thank you, Huo Hanxiao!"

Although Jiang Fanxing knew that Huo Hanxiao did it because of the small starry sky, her heart was still soft.

"If you want to thank me, don't let go of those who killed my son." There are some things that are not suitable to tell her now.

Anyway, she is by her side. Take your time.

"Don't worry! Never Tears down the cheek, cold tears like a knife, hit Huo Hanxiao's heart.

"Xingyu, I'm dad." Huo Hanxiao opened his mouth, his voice was deep and full of strength.

All of a sudden, a gust of wind blows, the candle in front of the memorial tablet is clearly out, but a few seconds later it burns even better.

There is an old saying that this kind of scene is heard and responded by the dead.

Huo Hanxiao didn't believe this, but he did. His eyes were slightly moist. "Xingyu is the name given to you by your grandfather, and the little starry sky given to you by your mother. Shall we make a nickname?"

The candle clattered and burned more vigorously.

Huo Han Xiao light smile, "small star rest assured, father will take good care of mother."

The wind came again. Some of the candles were blown out, but a few seconds later they started to burn again and again.

Jiang Fanxing had a hunch that he didn't want to, "did you say that xiaoxingkong was bullied?"

Huo Hanxiao shook his head. "No, he is telling me to take good care of his mother."

"Really?"

"Well!" Huo Hanxiao nodded solemnly.

Jiang Fanxing looked at him and felt a sense of trust in his heart.