Qi Feng raised his eyes lightly and met Mu Jiuzhou's inquiring gaze.

The white-haired young man frowned, lowered his eyelashes, and pursed his thin lips slightly.

Then, he raised his hand and tugged at the sleeve of Fu Xing's shirt.

Even if it was such an action, he did it with a hint of politeness and gentleman.

Feeling the gentle pull, Fu Xing came back to his senses and looked at the white-haired classmate behind him.

"What's wrong?"

The white-haired young man didn't speak, and then he grabbed Fu Xing's wrist through his clothes, pulled her and walked outside, with a faint expression.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo was stunned, and also raised his heels.

Outside.

It wasn't until he walked away and there was no one around that Qi Feng let go of Fu Xing's wrist.

Fu Xing looked at him inexplicably, his left hand casually rubbed the place that was held by Qi Feng just now, and raised his eyelids.

Fu Xing asked him again, "What's wrong?" ”

The white-haired youth's thick eyelashes trembled, and he didn't make a sound.

Fu Xing followed with confusion, staring at him, and then reached out and tried his forehead.

When the girl leaned over, a small shadow fell in front of her eyes.

The white-haired young man's eyes were slightly raised, and there was a slight dazed look in his light green pupils.

He took a step back, his gaze falling elsewhere, and his voice was faint: "That person's gaze makes me uncomfortable. ”

"That person ......" Fu Xing was stunned for a moment.

Then he reacted, and that person was referring to Mu Kyushu.

Uncomfortable, so just pull her away from the scene?

Fu Xing looked at Qi Feng's face with a new expression, he was still indifferent, looking cold and dusty, and had no desires.

The temperament of the colossus cultivated the true text, and the male number one who cultivated the ruthless Dao.

In the past few days, Qi Feng has always been quiet and calm.

But the move just now is like ...... Fu Xing tilted his head and continued to make up his mind, as if he was ...... President Gao Leng suddenly made a coquettish.

Fu Xing is a bit cute.,Just like the male protagonist of Meng's own pen.。

The white-haired young man forced himself to compose, and then he saw the little girl in front of him smile with a smile that was not bad and kind.

Fu Xing wanted to touch the white-haired young man's head, but he couldn't reach it, so he patted him on the shoulder instead, smiling and bending his eyes.

As long as it is a character in her book, it is her own son.

Ideas are getting dangerous......

Fu Xing's sudden motherly gaze made the white-haired young man panic.

A little stunned.

Fu Xing's current expression is like a ci (wei) xiang (suo) old aunt: I really deserve to be my son, white skin, beautiful and long legs, good-looking and cute, what's wrong with the white hair, the white hair and green eyes are also cute, they are all cubs born to her.

Not to mention that Qi Feng suddenly became at a loss, Jiang Mo also swallowed his saliva on the side.

Mr. Fu's eyes seem to be able to eat people......

Fu Xing now saw that the white hair was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately again.

"Mother...... Ahem, I'm covering you, no one is beating you. ”

Mu Jiuzhou's eyes when he looked at Qi Feng were indeed not right, maybe he really fell in love with the white-haired face.

Straight men are targeted, and they will indeed suffer from both physical and psychological discomfort.

Volvo Star said he understood.

Qi Feng: "......"

The white-haired young man glanced at Fu Xing faintly, and walked out without saying anything, apparently trying to find a place to calm down.

Jiang Mo pretended to be stupid, passed by, and hummed an out-of-tune divine comedy.

Fu Xing didn't let go of a child, with a kind smile on his face, "Black soil, the teacher also covers you." ”

Jiang Mo was taken aback.

I don't know why, there is always a bad premonition when I see Mr. Fu laughing.

"Thank you...... Thank you, teacher. The boy stumbled and said.

After saying that, I felt like a little fool.

Fu Xing walked over to the black Maserati in a good mood, opened the trunk and said, "Hungry, right?" I'll cook noodles for you. ”

The black soil classmates on the side said: I was flattered and "surprised".