The days that followed were still the same, and I never saw the delicate-looking little baby again.

Ten years have passed in this way, and in ten years, Yicuilou has become the most famous Qinglou Chu Pavilion in Shangjing, and the beauty has already become the spokesperson of Yicuilou, in other words, he is the golden sign of Yicuilou.

Coincidentally, ten years have passed, and just when he thought he was going to forget the pale and thin child, the child miraculously appeared in front of his eyes.

His face, which was more delicate than ten years ago, had grown into a teenager, and his body had risen a lot, and at that time he collapsed in front of the clouds, with a wolf bèi all over his body.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally decided to rescue him, and this is the meeting between the two people who will be known in the future.

When she first met Mo Lian, Xiaowa was covered with wolves, and even if she saved him, Xiaowa was obviously uneasy.

Naturally, he knew Mo Lian's identity, so he didn't ask too much, and to his surprise, this little baby turned into a deathly silence on his face after the initial panic.

This kind of silence is too old, he is not something that belongs to this child's age, he pondered for a while, and felt more and more that the silence at this moment was extremely incommensurate with the child's immature face, but what stimulated the little baby in front of him, how could it become like this?

In the end, it was the chaotic master who was refining in Yicuilou, and he didn't need Xiaowa to speak, when he was treating Xiaowa's wounds, he had already noticed the unspeakable privacy of the young man's body.

That's right, such a beautiful little ghost must be the forbidden belly that those boys are chasing.

For a moment, he missed the peerless lady Sumire very much, and he really wanted that lady to see what his child looked like now.

Would such a temperamental, otherworldly woman have thought that after her death, her son would be infected with the earthly dust?

If that lady Jianyan saw it, her expression would probably be quite good-looking.

Thinking so viciously, but this does not prevent him from taking care of Mo Lian, in fact, he likes the little baby in front of him very much, it is simply a miniature version of Mrs. Jianyan, but such a beautiful face does things contrary to the real card.

I like to look at the eyes of the little ghost, the blue eyes are gentle and blurry, and the smoke is vast, although the blue color is the original sin, but it does not damage the beauty of the little ghost at all.

Yes, Misty liked his eyes, which were not in the slightest shade of Lady Sumire.

He named him Shanghuang, Shangshangren, the Phoenix among people.

For no reason, I just think that this little ghost will become a top powerhouse in the future.

What's more, those gentle eyes always reminded him of the smiling young master who left home in the past.

However, the little young master in brocade and fox fur has long disappeared into the dust of time and can no longer be found.

Messy himself also thinks it's incredible, he seems to have been too kind to this little ghost. In his opinion, the identity of this little ghost is very embarrassing, after all, he is the son of his rival in love.

However, he just couldn't help but pity him, and he felt as if he was raising this little ghost as a son.

He took the little ghost to visit the lanterns, bought him some street food, and would softly lull him to sleep when he was holding a pillow and looking at him pitifully.

What's even worse is that even when the little ghost was in a daze and clamoring for his mother, he was worried, grabbed his hand, and responded to his nonsense.

He felt that even this little ghost's own father and mother had not reached his level, yes, they would never have done this.

Leaving their children and the two of them are at ease (dying), and then leaving the child to be raised by others, the hero and heroine of this fallen love are really not good.

Fortunately, Mo Yixiao is also very attentive to this child, no matter what else is the little ghost's face that looks like the lover of his dreams, Mo Yixiao should cover this child.

Sometimes I even have the illusion that I am raising a child with Mo Yixiao?

Although this idea is somewhat ridiculous, it is indeed such an idea.

"Messy, messy."

You see, Cao Cao Cao is here, and his children are here again.

As soon as he entered Yicui Pavilion, he began to drill into his arms, frowned, and looked at him with some disgust, "Are you a dog?" ”

"Because I'm the one who likes it best."

The child blinked his bright eyes and replied briskly and crisply, "I like to be messy the most." ”

He pursed his lips and thought in his heart, Mrs. Sumire, have you seen it? Your son says he likes me.

After getting tired of being in the messy arms for a while, the child finally raised his head, and a pair of blue phoenix eyes were flowing in spring, indescribably beautiful and thorough.

He grabbed his clothes, looking like he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

"Huang'er, what are you going to ask?" It's confusing, and it opens the topic straight to the point.

"Messy, why are you being so nice to me?"

Yes, why are you being so nice to me?

This is the doubt in Mo Lian's heart for many years, the child who lacks warmth in Prince Gong's mansion does not believe that there will be such a person who loves him unconditionally and spoils him, just as he thinks that no one should be good to anyone, and that is to pay the price.

"Because you're good-looking."

Replied without thinking, and then rubbed the child's hair with good touch, when he first entered the Yicui Building, the child was skinny, just looking at it and feeling pitiful, but fortunately to his own hands, even if he practiced dancing every day, he was raised white and clean, and it was more durable.

"Huh?"

Mo Lian's face was a little dull, he didn't expect that the confusion would give him such a hazy answer.

"Don't you ask me?"

Looking at the child in front of him, he didn't know why he was thinking nonsense, "What do you ask?" ”

"Ask me ...... before"

"That's all in the past!"

Looking at the child's obviously frightened face, he softened his tone, "Huang'er, have you asked me about my past?" ”

Looking at the child with satisfaction, he shook his head, and continued, "I don't care who you used to be, now you just need to remember my phoenix." ”

Mo Lian frowned slightly, which reminded her of not long ago.

If it is said that the chaos really let go of the mustard of this love rival's son, I am afraid that it was also at that time.

In fact, Chaos was not particularly close to this child from the beginning, although he saved him, but at first Chaos was hostile to this child, such feelings were normal, at that time as long as he saw Mo Lian's face, he would have a burst of annoyance, for no reason.

Later, Mo Lian's wound worsened, and when he went to see him, the child's hand was holding the sheet tightly, and he curled up his body, which was a very insecure sleeping position.

For no reason, he felt soft-hearted, and the child at that time was still talking some nonsense in his mouth.

I heard it when I got into it, and the child read it again, mother, mother.

With a vague understanding of him, this child has definitely never met his biological mother.

The lady had died when he was born.

But after all, he is a child, and if he is injured, he will inevitably miss his mother, and his instinctive will is not as bad as his biological mother.

Such a child naturally reminded him of himself back then, he was born and died like Mo Lian, but unlike Mo Lian, the runaway young master at that time had a gentle sister-in-law and a brother who loved him.

And this kid?

I want to know what he's been through.

In an instant, the chaotic heart softened, whether it was looking at Mrs. Sumire's son, or looking at her former self.

Now he just wants to hug this child.

He stepped forward and squeezed Mo Lian's hand, his voice was low in response to Mo Lian's unbounded nonsense, when he cried and called for his mother, he hugged him softly, he responded to him over and over again, he said, "I'm here, I'm here." ”

Broken thoughts, I think it is normal for people to be chaotic and not be able to hurt Mo Lian so much from the beginning, no one is a virgin, to love the son of a rival...... In short, I think it's Mo Lian who hit the cute point! That's probably it!

And this kid?

I want to know what he's been through.

In an instant, the chaotic heart softened, whether it was looking at Mrs. Sumire's son, or looking at her former self.

Now he just wants to hug this child.

He stepped forward and squeezed Mo Lian's hand, his voice was low in response to Mo Lian's unbounded nonsense, when he cried and called for his mother, he hugged him softly, he responded to him over and over again, he said, "I'm here, I'm here." ”

"What are you thinking?"

Mo Lian's words regained her consciousness and touched Mo Lian's head, "Many, many, Huang'er, sometimes I wonder why you always don't grow up?" However, after thinking about it, it is better that you don't grow up. ”

You just have to be like this.

Mo Lian was a little puzzled by the chaotic words, but he had never doubted the chaotic words all along.

In fact, he also understands that no matter where he grows up, Mo Lian's temperament in the past will not be what it is now, and now he really wants to be a child who has been spoiled by him.

This is also a matter that can't be helped, who tells him to be willing.

However, always staying in the building and living such a light and salty life made the chaos a little boring, Mo Yixiao hadn't been to Yicui Building for more than half a month to have a look.

What the hell happened to this guy?

Or is there anything more important than looking at the child in your arms?

"Confusion."

The man's voice was low, with a faint smile on his face, and his demeanor was like that of a rich boy.

Xuan frowned, and opened his mouth to call the man's name, "Cui Yunfeng." ”

Now the child in his arms pulled him tighter, and suddenly remembered that before, this child tugged at his sleeve and said quite delicately, "Messy, I don't like him." ”

Such a willful appearance, but also cute tight.

"Young Master Cui, you haven't been here for a long time."

The charming eyes are slightly hooked, and the smile is still graceful.

"It's not like it's been a long time, I heard that you picked up a baby before I left Beijing, and I thought you had changed your personality and wanted to raise a pet, and now it seems that you want to raise a pet, and you obviously raise this child as a son."

Cui Yunfeng still had a smile on his face, and his eyes looked at Mo Lian thickly, wanting to say that he wanted to see flowers from his face.

"The person who looks at him is naturally not good, this little ghost is born with a beautiful face, but he looks like the lady who amazed Beijing back then."

"Cui Xiaogongzi, please be careful."

Messy frowned, and even his face began to become sharp.

He stroked Mo Lian's head, and sure enough, he saw his child looking dissatisfied, "Huang'er, you leave first, and I'll look for you later." ”

After sending Mo Lian away, his messy brows furrowed even deeper, and the sharpness in his words seemed to have almost pierced Cui Yunfeng through with thousands of sharp blades.

But the little son of the Cui family still looked calm and relaxed, he shook his fan and continued, "Chaos, who is your Royal Highness you like?" He has liked Mrs. Jin Yan for so long, this is something that almost everyone in the capital knows, and even I can see it clearly, I don't believe he doesn't understand. ”

"Do you really know him? Do you know what he's going to do? ”

Cui Yunfeng's words lingered in his ears like a ghost.

The confused eyes did not change, and the charming peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, "That's my business with him, I don't need to worry about my son." ”

Cui Yunfeng smiled, and then asked slowly, "What about that kid?" Messy, do you really like him? He was the woman's child. ”

It's the child of the woman who took away your qiē. "What I like about him, does it have anything to do with whose child he is? Could it be that Mo Yixiao is willing to like his aunt? Like a person, where is he able to control himself? ”

Picking at those charming eyes, the original ten thousand styles have become the sharpest sword to pierce people's hearts thoroughly.

"Heh, aren't you afraid that Mo Yixiao likes him?"

The little boy of the Cui family asked.

But he just glanced at him lightly, and then said, "Who does Mo Yixiao like, how can I control it?" If he really fell in love with this child so easily, then his love for Lady Sumire was no more than that. ”

"Those are two almost identical faces, how can you be so sure that Mo Yixiao won't like him?"

"If Mo Yixiao would like him with just one face, then he wouldn't lose the loss of the year."

The voice was faint, but the beautiful eyes flashed a trace of sadness.

Cui Yunfeng suddenly didn't want to say any more, he sighed and said, "Confused, you know my intentions, that man doesn't love you, you will kill him sooner or later." ”

"Willingly."

Willingly, what answer could be more simply and more difficult to refuse?

Idiot......

That extremely smart beauty is just a big fool who is the number one in the sky.

"There is a state banquet tomorrow, and the Eighth Prince has been preparing for this matter, so you naturally want to participate. But I think His Highness wanted to bring out the kid this time. ”

Messy lowered his head slightly, as if thinking about something.

"Messy, you taught him, I'm looking forward to what he's going to look like."

After Cui Yunfeng left, he went to the next door to take a look at Mo Lian, looked at the child's angry face tugging on his sleeve, and smiled wildly, "Stupid, what are you angry about?" ”

Mo Lian shook her head, stroked Mo Lian's head and asked, "Huang'er, are you doing a good job of dancing in the Thrilling Dance?" ”

"Barely visible."

After listening to Mo Lian's answer, he nodded in a daze, what Mo Lian said can be seen, it is already very good.

"Messy, can I sleep with you tonight?"

The child tugged at the messy sleeve and asked angrily, the little face looked particularly pitiful.

"Why is the Sycamore House bad?"

"Not good, not good."

Mo Lian drilled into Miao's arms, and smiled a little helplessly, "Let's go, come back to Yicui Pavilion with me." ”

Nested in the messy bed early, Mo Lian smiled with satisfaction. Messy gently patted the child's face, and then told him a few small stories, really like coaxing the child, coaxing the little baby next to him to sleep.

In fact, Mo Lian's sleeping appearance is not as quiet as he seems.

He was always curled up, and it was a very insecure sleeping position.

Not only the sleeping position, but also the unbearable past, will turn into a dark nightmare, like him.

Every now and then, he would pat him on the back, knowing that his breathing was smooth.

In the morning, it is natural to take it