Smart and cute baby: recruit a marriage for daddy

Qiao Xiaoxi was wrapped in a thick quilt and covered for a few minutes. His whole body was sweating. That taste is particularly bad.

She shouldn't have to do that, should she? It's a bit of a villain's heart to spend the belly of a gentleman.

"Hello... Did you sleep?" she asked carefully.

"..." the man didn't answer her, just turned his side and chose a more comfortable position to sleep.

"Just now... Did you do it for your mother on purpose?" she asked again. It was not the man's voice that answered her, but the man's uniform breathing in the wings of his nose. Is he really asleep? Is that too fast? "When acting later, please tell me first."

She said in a tone of complaint.

The sofa is a little small. Originally, she prepared it for Feng Tingyu, but the guy doesn't pity her at all and occupies the big bed himself.

Now think about it. It's really a sin to live. I knew I'd buy a bigger sofa.

She lay on her side, her eyes just on the man in the moonlight on the big bed.

The golden halo hit his face like a layer of golden light. Outline the facial features incisively and vividly.

The man closed his eyes, narrow eyes, exposed two rows of long eyelashes, leaving a silhouette on his cheeks. Under the tall nose, the beautiful lips are sexy. He slept soundly, like the characters in the painting, with a mysterious feeling.

Such a beautiful man made Qiao Xiaoxi unable to move her eyes. Only after a long time, she fell asleep tired.

Fang Rou, who returned to her bedroom, relayed the voice recorded by her mobile phone at the door of Feng Tingyu's bedroom to Feng Jingde, who was far away from home, and then went to bed with satisfaction.

The next morning.

Qiao Xiaoxi, lying on the sofa, grabbed the quilt tightly with his hands, and a bean cold sweat came out on both sides of his forehead.

"Don't come here... Who are you... Don't..." she murmured painfully, and the words in her mouth sounded incoherent. A white face was red with pain. "Don't come here..." she shouted and rolled off the sofa to the floor.

Qiao Xiaoxi suddenly opened his eyes and saw a man standing in front of her with a towel in his hand, wiping the cold sweat on her cheek. The shock made her instinctively shrink back.

Feng Tingyu stood straight with no expression on his face, as if nothing had happened just now. I have never been gentle with her.

"I... what's wrong with me?" she breathed heavily and felt dry. The same dream has been haunting her in recent years. Every time she tried to think hard, she would wake up.

"Have a spring dream." the man's low voice squeezed out a sentence neither hot nor cold. Then the towel in the back was still on her.

"..." she raised her head and stared at the man in front of her, her face full of displeasure.

He looked at her condescending. His cold face was heroic.

His body is no longer the casual Nightgown he wore last night, but a serious and tidy suit.

The man looks good in everything, but she won't praise him. She can only describe him like a dog.

A long look at each other suddenly flashed a picture in Qiao Xiaoxi's mind. The picture is very dark. It seems that she and some man are doing that kind of ambiguous thing. A man looks a little like... Him.

She shook her head hard to get rid of the picture. Is it true that as he said, she just had a spring dream?

Shame!

In order to cover up his discomfort, Qiao Xiaoxi quickly picked up the towel on his face and pretended to wipe the cold sweat on his cheek.

"Gone." Feng Ting smiled and joked deliberately.