Zhan Mianmian glanced at his aunt suspiciously, and then nodded like pounded garlic, his eyes were clear and innocent.

At night, she lay on the bed in a large shape, blinked, didn't see her brother for a long time, missed him!

Turned over!

Miss him so much!

Pout your ass!

The thief misses him!

It's annoying, I want to bite him to death.

Just when she was gone, the floor-to-ceiling window three steps away, the small slit exposed in the middle, swished, and a gust of cold wind blew in.

The wind is not strong, but it is biting to the heart.

She shivered, pulled the quilt around her waist a little bit, and the moment she withdrew her eyes, there was another person next to her, and she screamed silently in fright.

Hurriedly retreated, shrank in the corner, looked panicked, and asked a little stammering: "You, you... Which cookie are you? ”

Yes.

A baby boy holding a small gourd looked at her with wide eyes as he sucked his fingers.

Hearing her speak, he seemed to grin happily, and grandma called her sweetly: "Mother~!" ”

The dark eyes of the baby boy who are not mixed with anything, in the deepest part, seem to have the vast stars of the world, very bright and pure!

Although Zhan Mianmian felt that the little creature in front of her had really budded her, she still had a trace of sanity when she heard him call her mother.

She opened her mouth wide in surprise, and she couldn't wait to shake her head down: "No, no, no, I'm not your mother, I'm only fifteen years old, wait, why are you so young to speak?" Yes! Hell! ”

"Mother, I'm two hundred and fifty years old, today is my birthday, I beg my father to let me come out to see you, mother, I miss you so much!"

The baby boy crawled over, two chubby little hands shaking his mother's quilt, big eyes with grievances.

Grievance?

This... This is coquettish??

Oh my God, this is a collision, isn't it?

Zhan Mianmian smashed his mouth, barely hooked a dry smile, and then held him in his arms and coaxed: "Okay... Sleep with me tonight, and leave tomorrow!" ”

Sure enough, the baby boy grinned and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

………

Next.

Zhan Mianmian was awakened by a smell of wet liquid and noise, and the baby boy lying in his arms was gone, leaving only traces of his bedwetting.

She cried: "This little conscienceless person actually peed on my bed..."

As soon as I went down to the first floor and wanted to give the dirty sheets to the housekeeper to ask someone to rinse them, Zhan Piaoning's nose didn't know if it was a dog's nose, and he exclaimed with a wicked smile: "Wow, Xiao Mianmian, you are still wetting the bed when you are so old?" ”

With such a roar, embarrassment quickly appeared on Zhan Mianmian's face, red as a tomato, and he snorted dissatisfiedly: "Auntie! ”

"Okay, I'm not going to tease you, hurry up and clean up after yourself, and we'll go to the makeup company later." Zhan Piaoning didn't have deep doubts, she really thought she was wetting the bed.

Zhan Mianmian pursed her lips and rolled her eyes angrily.

………

At the same time, the other side.

The clouds and fog, the golden ancient palace full of fairy spirit, the two pillars in front of the door, the dragon depicted is lifelike, and it seems to be real.

Inside the lobby of the main hall.

The baby boy who slept on the Zhan Mianmian bed last night was kneeling on the ground at the moment, still with a milky voice: "Daddy, I see my mother!" ”

His eyes were full of joy, and he looked directly at the handsome man on the main seat at the top of the hall, with black hair like ink brocade hanging down on his shoulders,

Only a purple jade hairpin was tied at the top of the hair, revealing a broad and smooth forehead, and below it was a pair of thick eyebrows flying obliquely.

The slender eyes were raised along the eyebrows, and the wide dark piping robe was wrapped around him, which was outstanding and elegant, both mysterious and noble.

"Your mother?" Qingyue's voice is like a stream of bluestone.