The key twisted open the door of the villa, and Feng Li lifted his eyes to see Long Xing sitting on the sofa, the little boy is twelve years old this year, and he has gradually faded away from his former immaturity under the polishing of the years, and the baby fat on his face has disappeared a lot.

But he was still a child.

This is undeniable.

Since Feng Qiao left, Long Xing seems to have changed as a different person, and he usually doesn't like to talk anymore, often staring at the small gifts that Feng Qiao gave him before.

"Xing'er." The boy smiled and called him.

The boy who was fiddling with the music box in his hand turned his head to look at this, and after his eyes touched Feng Li, a smile finally appeared on his face, "Brother Feng Li is good." ”

He put down the music box and walked over.

Immediately after, when his gaze was fixed on the slightly red and swollen corners of the young man's lips, he was stunned for a few seconds, his little head quickly searched for the knowledge he knew, tilted his head, and his tone was full of concern, "Is Brother Fengli on fire?" ”

The latter was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that he had carelessly forgotten to deal with the small wound on his lips, and after a few seconds of silence, he just pursed his lips, "I'm fine." ”

The man's handsome and cold face came to mind, and Feng Li subconsciously touched her lips, and the momentary pain made her a little distracted. In my mind, it was like playing back a movie, and the countless images seemed to be filled in at that moment, becoming clear and slow.

How Lin Yan pressed. The back of her head...

How do you rebel? Guest. For. Host...

How does a man cry for her with blood at the corners of his lips...

The emotions in the eyes are deep, and the movements are not slack...

Tut.

Feng Li realized that he should really find a chance to give that well-dressed bird. The beast has made up for the lesson, and it has to be the kind that goes into battle in person, if you don't prey on a beast like him. Violent. Attack. If the bad habits of the situation come over...

She was afraid she wouldn't be able to stand it.

A broken lip is a trifle, but she still has a job.

In the entertainment industry, you still have to pay attention to this aspect.

Long Xing sat back on the couch and picked up the music box.

"Well, what are you doing?" Feng Li finally closed the door, walked to the edge of the sofa, and sat down next to him.

His gaze was fixed on the light brown music box in his hand, and he understood, "Want to give it to Jojo?" ”

Long Xing shyly pursed his lower lip, nodded invisibly, and rubbed the slightly rough surface of the music box with both hands, "This is what I bought for her." ”

"I wanted to give it to her before... But there was no chance..."

He paused, "I really miss her..."

Feng Li looked helpless, she was always more patient and gentle with Feng Qiao and Long Xing than with others, she reached out and stroked the boy's soft and neat sideburns, Long Xing squinted his eyes and looked at her blankly, "Brother Feng Li..."

"I'll take you to see her tomorrow off." The beautiful boy's eyebrows are slightly raised, his lips are red, and his smile is faint.

Long Xing's face was overjoyed, his little face was red with pink carving, and he obediently rubbed the palm of the person in front of him with his face.

After dinner.

Feng Li sat on the sofa in the living room and read a book.

Psychological writings have a fatal attraction for her, and those who know her well know that once she has developed a strong interest in something, she must go to great lengths to explore it further and delve into it.

Like fish and water, inseparable.

It was a part of her life, a spiritual pursuit.

Long Xing sat next to her, glancing at the closed door from time to time, Aunt Wang and Qiu Tong had come over several times, persuading him to rest early, but this kid was also stubborn, and he had to wait for his brother to come back.