"I just don't like that. Fujiwara Xiang said hatefully, looking down at the cute little sweater in her hand, and her heart was really entangled.

Xia Yucheng went to Fujiwara's incense room and took out a bamboo basket containing woolen balls, and when he passed by the door of the study, he was dragged in by Feng Hao, who was standing at the door.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she was pressed against the door, and his hot, burning breath came to her face.

Maybe she was used to his favor, as soon as he got close to her, she was very intoxicated, and she hated to drown in his arms.

"Hao!" she murmured softly, her long, curly eyelashes fluttering uneasily.

"What's in your hand?" Feng Hao looked down at her.

She picked up the bamboo basket and put it in front of his eyes, and said, "Get wool for grandma, she is knitting a small sweater for our baby." ”

"Oh?" Feng Hao asked in a dumb voice as he pressed his forehead against her, "You're not angry with grandma?"

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched her cheek, which his grandmother had slapped when she was in Kyoto. Thinking about it, his heart still can't help but hurt.

"What are you angry about? the most angry with me, it's you, it's you, you have to figure it out!" Xia Yucheng pouted, stretched out his finger and poked his chest hard, "I'm not angry with you anymore, can I still be angry with an old man?" I'm not as stingy as you, understand?"

"I understand, I'm stingy, I'm not as generous as you," he chuckled, his arms tightened, and he pressed her body to his side, "You made my grandma happy, and you came to coax me." ”

His eyes were dark, with a hint of dark affection that could only be found in the moment of desire.

"Let go of me!" Xia Yucheng was shy and anxious, pushing him hard, but he couldn't push, "I'll be scolded for a while, I'll ignore you when I go up!"

Her fair cheeks were already red, pink, and very seductive. But the look in his eyes was coquettish and a little displeased.

Seeing that she was really anxious, he lowered his head and bit the corner of her lips lightly, and then he was reluctant to let go.

He opened the door for her and whispered ambiguously: "Remember to clean me up, I'll wait for you!"

"Not serious!" Xia Yu gave him a blank look, turned around and left.

The corners of Feng Hao's mouth hooked a charming and satisfied smile, this woman, if he can still be serious to her, then he is definitely not a man.

……

"Grandma, here you go!" Back in the living room, Xia Yucheng put the bamboo basket next to Fujiwara Xiang.

"Why did you go for so long?" said Fujiwara, looking suspicious.

Xia Yucheng lowered her head and blushed. Fujiwara Xiang understood at a glance that her room was on the first floor, next to the study.

"In the future, in front of people, it's better to pay attention, don't just rely on being young and don't care about anything," Fujiwara Xiang looked at his side with his eyes, and Xia Yucheng sat down willingly, "Listen to you, you let him restrain himself, his position can't allow him to make a mistake." ”

"I see, Grandma!"

Xia Yucheng lowered her eyebrows and was pleasing to the eyes, and her gentle and well-behaved posture still made Fujiwara Xiang regain some self-esteem.

She cleared her throat and continued: "Babies should pay attention to eugenics, and I will ask Lily to find you a few books when I go back, and this time it will not be like last time." ”

"That ......" Xia Yucheng looked up at Fujiwara Xiang and said, "Grandma, that didn't make it from my mother, it wasn't her." ”

"What? not her? Who could it be?" asked Fujiwara in surprise.