One big and one small left the room like this.

The originally active atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and Feng Linchen was suddenly a little at a loss, and couldn't help but resist the urge to rush forward to stop it.

He gathered his usual gentle look, and the corners of his lips curled with a touch of self-deprecation.

It's obviously Feng Xuhan's son, and it's not really his own son, what is he reluctant to do? !

……

Here, Feng Xuhan went to the master bedroom with a small bun that was wailing all the way.

As soon as he put the little bun down, the little bun pulled his leg and ran to the door.

Feng Xu's cold eyes were quick, and he grabbed the back collar of his clothes, and his tone was helpless: "What are you running?" Sleep with me tonight. ”

He thought about it just now, it should be that he was usually too busy and neglected to spend more time with this little bun, so that this little bun played with Feng Linchen, who had nothing to do at home.

In order to correct this behavior, it seems that he has to devote some attention to his little buns.

"Don't! I'm going back to my room! ”

Ye Yiheng refused directly and struggled violently.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, "Don't think I don't know you're going to sneak back to the annex." ”

As soon as he was poked in the center, Xiao Baozi retorted weakly: "No!" ”

Feng Xuhan put him on the bed, leaned over to look at him, and told him with a solemn face: "Listen, Feng Yilin, don't recognize the thief as your father!" ”

Ye Yiheng's face was stunned, and he retorted angrily: "Uncle is not a thief!" ”

The man's eyes sank, and his tone was determined: "He is." ”

Xiao Baozi wrinkled his little face, and wanted to help speak, but in the next second, he heard the man pause and added: "Yilin, Uncle and his mother are thieves who stole Dad's happy family." ”

Ye Yiheng was stunned when he heard this, he didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, but he felt a strong depression from the seemingly indestructible man in front of him.

There was a trace of unbearability in his eyes, so he had to dispel the idea of going against the man, and couldn't help but change his words: "I'll sleep with you tonight." ”

Forget it, for the sake of him being alone and a little pitiful, it's better to accompany him!

With that, he climbed to one of the places on the bed, only to find a large hand holding the back collar of his shirt again.

The man swept away the depression just now, and his tone could not hide his disgust: "Go take a bath first." ”

"Oh."

Xiao Baozi's sympathy vanished in an instant.

……

The next morning.

Feng Xuhan woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a small bun sleeping on his side.

The little face carved in pink looks soft, and people can't help but want to pinch it.

But it's still early, and Feng Xuhan doesn't want to wake up this little bun.

He was the first to get up, washed up before returning to the bedside, his eyes fell on the conspicuous bruise on Xiao Baozi's forehead, and he couldn't help but open the bedside table and take out a bottle of ointment specially applied to bruises from it.

Unscrewed the lid, Feng Xuhan leaned closer, at first glance, this little bun was cute and quiet, and another beautiful and lovely little face came to mind, this big and small charm, unexpectedly somewhat similar.

The man hooked his lips helplessly, and suddenly felt that he was stunned.

Sweeping away the thoughts in his mind, Feng Xuhan took a little ointment with his fingertips and gently applied the bruise on Xiao Baozi's forehead.

As soon as it was applied, the original white ointment suddenly turned black and purple, and the whole bruise was also smeared.

The man looked slightly stunned, and immediately found a tissue to wipe it.

After a while, the bruise on Xiao Baozi's forehead was also wiped off by him.

Feng Xuhan's eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes were full of doubts.

What's going on?

How did the bruise on the forehead become painted?

Xiao Baozi just opened his eyes and yawned lazily.

Feng Xuhan immediately handed the tissue to him, and his eyes explored: "Feng Yilin, what is this?" ”

Xiao Baozi hadn't slept enough, turned his back to him, frowned and muttered, "How do I know what it is?" ”

The man's tone was quiet: "It's the bruise on your forehead." ”