Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

Feng Yang was still by her side, her golden red eyes drooping down.

Only in single clothes, looking at her like this.

"good Morning."

He lowered his head and a low voice rang in his ears.

The softly teasing tone reminded Chu Ci unconsciously of last night, and he snorted a little bit of dissatisfaction and rubbed it in his arms.

Obviously they are all mothers, and they still look so soft and coquettish.

Raising her hand to help Chu Ci take care of her clothes, Feng Yang was already dressed, her black hair was not tied, scattered behind her, Chu Ci was still sitting on the bed yawning.

There was a chattering sound from outside, and two small dumplings ran in one after another.

The little dumpling little milk with a little head has a tender and crisp voice, "Mother, mother!!"

Rushing directly to the bed, Feng Yang raised his hand to protect her to prevent the little girl who seemed to be only five or six years old from falling down, raising her brows.

"What's wrong, Lingling?" Chu Ci sat on the bed and looked at her eldest daughter Feng Ling with a smile.

"Mother, can I go and play with the cubs of mythical beasts outside?"

A pair of beautiful golden red gradient eyes are extremely bright.

Looking at Chu Ci with a smile and nodded, Feng Ling turned and glanced at the slow-moving younger sister behind him, a little hesitant, "Is my younger sister going with me?"

"No." Feng Chu's voice was glutinous and milky, "I don't want to go out. Just bring me something delicious for my sister."

When these little beasts go out to play, they usually pass through some mountain streams and jungles, where many small sweet and delicious wild fruits grow. Feng Chu likes that.

Feng Ling nodded seriously, and agreed clearly, "Okay."

Looking at Feng Ling Huantuo, she screamed and ran out.

She is more lively and cheerful, coupled with strong spiritual power, among a bunch of small beasts, she looks like a leader at a young age.

Like a little sun.

Seeing Feng Ling exit the door, Chu Ci lowered his body slightly and stretched out his hand to Feng Chu, "Chu Chu, come to my mother."

The little dumpling with a sluggishly wrinkled face looked up, took a look, and walked toward this side with his foot, trying to pounce in Chu Ci's arms.

Chu Ci looked amused at the other person's bitter and hatred look.

What's wrong again?

Why is it bullied again?

Unhappy.

Feng Chu is very squeamish, has a small temper, and is quite bad. He likes to cry, but he is too soft and looks exactly like Chu Ci's fraudulent appearance.

No matter what she does, it makes people want to stand on her side.

Feng Yang stood aside, smiling, watching Feng Chu, who had small arms and legs, jumped onto the bed, and then tripped on the quilt.

He was reluctant at the moment, his lips were pinched, with teardrops in his eyes, but he didn't complain, just stretched out his little white hand, patted the quilt, and avenged himself.

Chu Ci smiled and fell back together. He didn't dare to laugh loudly, for fear that the little girl would hear it and drop the golden peas again.

This little thing is terribly bad-tempered. If it doesn't go well, he will drop the golden peas, and then cry while crying. Even if he is out of breath, he has to find himself a place.

Pianshengtiandi spoiled her lawlessly, and the last time the beasts that came to report on the work were all let her squeeze a few hairs.

Do you dare to move her? Thunder strikes you directly.

I don't know if this little thing knows that he has a backing behind it, so he can do it first.

But people don't do things behind their backs, and they don't complain to others, they have to deal with you.

This little temper is very interesting.