Good white skin, good slender legs, good perfect body.

When the owner of the body turned around, Xuan Bao fell back in fright, and the whole person fell to the ground, not to mention Feng Qingyi, he was already lying on the ground.

Who can tell them why the owner of this body is Duanmu Chen?

But the next moment, Feng Qingyi burst out laughing.

"Original...... It turns out that Uncle Xiao doesn't grow hair......"

"Nonsense, daddy, he's hairy!" A certain treasure immediately retorted, he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Where is the hair? Where? Feng Qingyi pointed with his back to them. Bare. Showing his body, he jumped up and asked.

"Here, I don't believe you let Daddy turn around!" A certain treasure pointed somewhere.

"Really? We'll see later! ”

Feng Qingyi squatted beside him with his hands folded, staring intently at the small window.

"Xuanbao, where is the little uncle? Why hasn't it shown up yet? ”

"My mother must be hiding in the bed, ashamed!" Xuan Bao said with great certainty.

Thinking of this, the two glanced at each other, and they reacted in unison.

No wonder they couldn't see Yue Qingqing, it turned out that Qingchen was in Duanmu Chen's hands.

"Uncle Qingyi, Daddy has long expected that you will be so dirty, and he is playing tricks on you, give up!" Xuanbao yawned, put the small bench back into the storage ring, and played with the little unicorn.

Let's just say that how Xiao Juju was provoked so easily, it turned out to be her father's ghost idea.

"Nope! Don't give up! ”

Feng Qingyi gritted his teeth and insisted, but he craned his neck to look at the man there for an afternoon. Bare. The body and neck are stiff there.

However, it finally made him come to a conclusion.

Uncle and aunt Xiaoshi are cold on the outside, but they are actually arrogant, they don't cover the quilt at all, okay?

Because the quilt is covering the light house!

As the small window went dark, Feng Qingyi finally gave up.

In order not to suffocate the people in the middle of Qingchen, Yue Qing specially let the little chrysanthemum make day and night.

Count the days, and another month has passed.

A few people finally came out of Qingchen's center, but they only saw Duanmuchen alone.

"Daddy, where's my mother?" Xuan Bao kept looking inside the bamboo house.

"Retreat!"

"Ahh So what are you letting us out for? ”

Xuanbao was a little tempted, and thought that he was about to set off when he came out.

"Fishing!" Duanmu Chen waved the bamboo pole in his hand, "Do you want to go together?" ”

Feng Qingyi immediately stepped aside and let him fish? He's going to die of boredom.

Doudou followed back, she had to think about life events.

Only Xuan Bao raised his little hand excitedly.

Duanmuchen took out a small bamboo pole and walked out of the bamboo forest by his hand.

This is the place he and Yue Qing chose temporarily, a sparsely populated mountain range, suitable for retreat.

When I got out of the small bamboo forest, I heard the pleasant sound of running water.

Xuanbao took a small straw hat and a fishing rod, rushed to the river, flicked the fishing rod, and threw it out!

"Xuanbao, don't you want bait?" Duanmu Chen shook the bottle.

"No, Xuanbao has bait!"

Xuanbao also shook the fishing rod, and under the rod hung a carrot that he didn't know where it came from.

Can you catch fish with carrots?

Xuanbao's answer: Fishing is fun, fun is mood, and taste is improved, don't care about those details!

The father and son sat side by side by the river, Xuanbao held his little cheeks, staring directly at his fishing rod, and after a while, the fishing rod moved!

"Daddy, Xuanbao has caught something!"