"Come here." Yan Qing hooked her finger at the little bun.

Someone who was originally sticking out his tongue immediately came over obediently, Yan Qing looked at his son who was only thigh-high in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't tell what it felt in his heart, this feeling of blood inheritance was really amazing.

He bent down and reached out and took his armpit into his arms, which he was not accustomed to.

A small one, with little power. Yan Qing frowned slightly, his son couldn't be so weak.

"Uncle Wang......" Before Xiao Baozi finished speaking, he was frightened by Yan Qing with his eyes.

Yan Qing turned to a dragonfly and a kiss on Feng Jiuxi's cheek, and then reminded "kindly" under the stunned gaze of the two: "Seriously, what should you call me in the future?" ”

"Eh, Ziyan is still young, don't ...... in front of the child" Feng Jiuxi was anxious, for fear that Xiao Baozi would be disgusted by this sudden change.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Baozi was just stunned for a second, then reached out and hugged his neck, and shouted with excitement and no scruples, "Daddy!" ”

"......" Feng Jiuxi looked at the dramatic scene in front of him like a piece of wood, that's all?

smoothly made her doubt that her previous entanglements were really too redundant.

What she didn't know was that Feng Ziyan actually had an unusual sense of intimacy with Yan Qing from the beginning, maybe this was some tacit understanding brought by blood.

If he hadn't wanted Yan Qing to be his father early in the morning, how could he have brought Feng Jiuxi here today?

"Great, I'll have a dad in the future!" Xiao Baozi was overjoyed.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

When Yan Qing heard this, her heart was rarely rippling. In the past few years, it has been he who has been indebted.

"Do you know how to draw?" Yan Qing suddenly asked the little man in her arms.

Xiao Baozi shook his head, "Grandpa only taught me how to improve my spiritual power cultivation, and said that I wanted to protect my mother." I will work harder in the future, and I will never let the bad guys hurt my mother again! ”

is worthy of his son, and he is quite good.

Yan Qing nodded with satisfaction.

"Spirituality is important, but your foundation is also important when you're young. Painting can nourish the mind, and if the cultivator has a poor mind, he will not be able to achieve a better state. ”

Xiao Baozi listened and nodded as if he didn't understand.

Then, Yan Qing came to the table with him in her arms, spread out a piece of white and clean paper, and glanced at Feng Jiuxi, "Can you grind ink?" ”

Feng Jiuxi came over to polish the ink for him, and the ink with good color was quickly grinded out.

Yan Qing grabbed the hand of the little bun and waved it on the paper. The little man had only seen it before, but he had never painted it himself, and at this moment it was like discovering a new continent, and his eyes were staring at the words that were gradually forming on the paper, shiny.

"Wow...... Daddy, is this Momei? ”

"This looks so good! It's amazing, you can still draw like this! ”

"Dad, you're too powerful, Ziyan will definitely learn from you in the future."

Feng Jiuxi was on the side, looking at Xiao Baozi's smiling face, the two of them got along so well, which made her heart breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, in this small wooden house, they seem to be a real family.

Live a freewheeling life and do whatever you want.

Feng Jiuxi couldn't even help but think: It would be nice if it could go on like this forever......

But what she didn't know was that at this moment, there was an upcoming storm in the Feng family, which had been brewed, and was waiting for her to jump into the pit......