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This dumpling meal is like a reunion feast between them, and the family sits around with laughter and laughter.

When it was over, the three children went back to their rooms, and the two of them were the only ones left in the temple.

Jun Moying sat on the couch, Feng Qian lay on his lap with his head on his back contentedly, a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth, and his two eyes narrowed into a slit, "Jun Moying, I'm so full......"

The man's eyes were indulgent, but his tone was a little cold and hard: "Get up." ”

"Why are you murderous?"

Feng Qian bared his teeth, and now he is not afraid of him at all, not at all. In other words, she will only be obedient when she wants to be obedient, and when she wants to lose her temper willfully, Jun Moying can't do anything about her at all.

"Don't get up, don't want to get up! I'm too full to move! She snorted, willful.

Jun Moying pinched her small nose and threatened, "Do you have to hug me to get up?" ”

"Don't!" Feng Qian simply rolled on him, and his voice had a hint of crying, "If you don't get up, you won't get up!" Don't you like me anymore, why won't you let me lie down for a while? ”

The man became more and more helpless, but his face did not improve at all because of her words, "When you are full, lie down like this, can your stomach be comfortable?" ”

Feng Qian smiled, "Then you rub it for me?" Is it good to rub it? ”

Seeing the man's eyes narrowed dangerously, and there was a faint dangerous light in his eyes, she quickly pretended to be pitiful and shook his arm, "It's not uncomfortable to rub it!" You just let me once, and I'll listen to you in the future, okay? ”

Jun Moying was silent for a long time, probably because she felt that her small appearance was too pitiful, and her heart softened a little, so she reluctantly twisted her eyebrows and nodded, and said stiffly: "Only this once, not for example." ”

"Good, good!" Feng Qian nodded again and again, smiling brighter than a flower, and his face was bright.

So she lay so comfortably on the man's lap for a long time, letting the man's palm rub on her round belly for a long time, and almost fell asleep comfortably.

Her face was facing inward, in his direction, one hand always holding his sleeve, very dependent.

On this day, it is warm and affectionate, but it seems to be just an ordinary day, and it is no different from usual.

At least that's what Jun Moying thinks.

It never occurred to him that she would do it for any other reason.

After all, she has been like this all these years, when she has nothing to do, she likes to find some gadgets to make, sometimes to bake a cake, sometimes to make a small dish that she thinks she is better at, although it is not as good as the imperial chef's cooking, but even Yaoyao has never disliked half a sentence, and everyone praises it for being delicious.

So this day was nothing he thought about except for one of so many ordinary days.

But when he returned to Longyin Palace after the morning court the next day, he suddenly found that the little thing that was supposed to wait for him back in the palace was gone, and he couldn't find it anywhere.

At first, Jun Moying was just surprised, and was about to ask the palace people below if they had seen her, but when she walked out of the dormitory, she suddenly caught a glimpse of something that was not originally on the case.

A painting - the people on it are him and her, holding hands and sitting side by side, warm and beautiful.

It seems that it will not be a day or two before this painting is completed.

Jun Moying's eyes froze, and there was a note at the bottom of the painting.