God, he's wearing it again

Parents yet?How did you find me here again? "Feng Jiuluo looked down at the child who was hugging his calf tightly.

The child pouted and said aggrievedly, "Brother, my parents are gone. Han'er was really hungry, so he took two steamed buns from the aunt. The aunt was so fierce that she even threatened to beat me with a stick." I'm going to cry.

But he laughed at the next moment, the weather changed faster than in June, "But fortunately, I met my brother, who bought me for three pennies, and I am yours, your little cutie, your little baby."

Yu Qingyuan twitched the corner of his mouth. He didn't want to hear the word "little baby" again in this life, but this child made him feel a little familiar. It was strange that he had never seen this child before, how could he feel this way.

Feng Jiuluo let out a chuckle, he was still a cute baby, "I didn't intend to raise you, I just paid for the buns for you." Raising a child was a hassle, and when I was a child, I didn't even have time to cry, so I did my best It is estimated that a white-eyed wolf can be raised.

"Han'er doesn't want you to raise her, I'll help you cook and do laundry for you, so just let Han'er follow you." Softly.

"I didn't expect Xiongtai to be so kind-hearted, to help each other when he sees the weak and injustice." Yu Qingyuan heard some of the ins and outs of the matter, and praised Feng Jiuluo.

"Me." Just as Feng Jiuluo was about to speak, the child spoke up and squinted at Yu Qingyuan who was beside him.

"Big brother, who is this uncle with a wretched smile? Why is he looking at you with a squinting face?"

Feng Jiuluo laughed again, and the kid spoke very interestingly, "I don't know who this wretched uncle is, but he doesn't look at me lewdly, he looks lewdly at everyone. "

"You..." Yu Qingyuan glanced at the little boy, and then at Feng Jiuluo, who was smiling happily. He was so angry that he was singing along with each other.

"Huh? I'm not the only one who thinks so, even a child thinks that you have an obscene temperament. You must know that children have the sharpest eyes, and they are the most able to see the essence through phenomena." Feng Jiuluo said.

"Okay, you guys wait for me." After saying that, he swung his sleeves and went downstairs. When he went downstairs, he tilted his foot again and almost fell down the stairs. Several attendants supported him.

In the room, one big and one small were sitting opposite each other, he was sitting on this couch, and the little boy who called himself Han'er was sitting cross-legged on the couch opposite him.

"Tell me, what is Xiaoxianjun's intention to do this time?" Feng Jiuluo spoke first.

The child rolled his teary eyes, his face was not completely washed, and a few pinches of dust were stained, "What fairy? What little fairy? Han'er can't understand what you mean."

Feng Jiuluo rested his chin on the back of one hand, "Pretend it, pretend it to me, don't tell me where you are from today, believe it or not, I will throw you out."

"Wuuuuuuuu, big brother, you bullied me, wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Don't cry, it's too noisy."

Feng Jiuluo really lifted his collar to the window, the child's legs and feet were hanging in the air, and the little feet were still flapping in the air a few times.

"I'll count one, two, three. If I don't tell you who it is, I'll really throw you from the window."

"One... two..." deliberately prolonging the ending.

"I said, I said!" The child struggled and thumped twice, and looked down at his feet. Feng Jiuluo carried him back with a smile on his face, "That's right."

"Actually, I don't know who I am. They all call me Xiao Tiansun, but even though they call me that, they still look down on me. Han'er can see contempt and ridicule in their eyes. Han'er knows that .” The child pointed his fingers.

"I heard from them that Han'er's mother was from a humble birth and was not welcomed by the Heavenly Court. She was kicked out of the Heavenly Court as soon as I was born, or was imprisoned somewhere in the Heavenly Court. Grandpa Jade Emperor never came to see me. I don't even know what my father looks like, and I don't know which prince in the heavenly court my father is." The more he said, the more wronged he was.

"Later I heard that my father had gone down to earth to experience calamity, so I ran down secretly to see if I could find him."

"That's why you think I'm your father." Feng Jiuluo propped his chin and said, the grandson ran out this day, this guy must not be some illegitimate son of Yu Qingyuan, and it shouldn't be such a coincidence.

The child waved his chubby arms again and again, "No, no." He looked at Feng Jiuluo again, so he didn't regard you as his father.

"what is that?"

The child pouted and refused to speak, no matter how Ren Feng Jiuluo asked.

"Anyway, I'm going down to earth this time to find my father." He concluded.

Feng Jiuluo snorted, "What does such a useless father want him for?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Brother, can I sleep with you at night?"

"No." Feng Jiuluo refused without thinking, what if he wets the bed at night?

The child was aggrieved, "It's too dark at night, I'm afraid."

Feng Jiuluo: "I'm afraid you can sleep with a candle."

"It's not safe."

"Or not."

In the middle of the night, the child got out of the bed with a pair of short hands and short feet, walked to the opposite bed with a flutter, and then climbed up with a flutter.

Pillowing Feng Jiuluo's arm, a pair of jade ball-like eyes looked at him flickeringly. Feng Jiuluo had heard the movement beside him a long time ago, so he didn't open his eyes.

"Get out of here, old man."

"Can't move."

Tsk, this little guy is acting like a rascal, Feng Jiuluo is going to carry him to the opposite bed, but he can't lift his collar.

The arms on both sides were held down, and the man's gorgeous hair fell down, and it was slightly itchy when it fell on his face, "I can't get out."

It was the voice of a mature man, hoarse and magnetic, and he leaned over to his ear.

Hot air sprayed against his ears, Feng Jiuluo frowned, "Who are you?"

The man sneered, but didn't get up from him, "Master, I can't get up when I meet you, I just want to die on you."

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a bit short.

23. The ground is full of fairies 3

Hearing those two words, his eyes widened suddenly, the young man's face was close at hand, and the kind of dusty and fragmented memories deep in his heart seemed to be hooked by a hook.

"Master."

The young man's voice penetrated into his eardrums like a demon, making him even short of breath. The flickering lights flickered, and the dangling veil above his head made people dizzy.

"Master." With another sound, Feng Jiuluo woke up completely, strangled the boy by the neck and threw him off.

And snapped, "Get off!"

"Ouch." A childish cry of pain came from the side.

Feng Jiuluo climbed up from the bed, looked at the innocent child with his head covered under the bed, "Didn't you not be allowed to come up? Why did you come up again?"

It turned out that this little thing caused Lao Tzu to press the bed.

Besides, which ghost dared to press his bed, afraid that he didn't want to live, so he rubbed his face indiscriminately. Why is this dream so real.

It's as if it really happened, it doesn't look like it's drunk, but it looks like it's his own.

He didn't see that the little doll on the bed had deep eyes when he recalled in a daze.

"It's too dark in the room, I'm afraid." The child said nunuo.

Feng Jiuluo moved his eyes out of the window, and the bright moonlight came in, so the ghosts thought it was dark.

"Go back to sleep, old man!"

Then the little guy got up from the ground and looked at this side pitifully, but Feng Jiuluo didn't want to pay attention to him and turned his back.

The little guy climbed onto the opposite bed with a resentful expression on his face, and covered himself with the quilt with a pair of short hands.

"By the way, what's your name, little guy." After a moment of silence, Feng Jiuluo turned back and asked.

When the little guy heard him ask his name, his eyes widened, "Han Shuang, my name is Han Shuang."

"Oh." Feng Jiuluo responded lightly, and saw the expression on the little guy's face gradually lost, and his eyes darkened.

"I am Frost." He sighed softly.

Yu Qingyuan ran back again. After yesterday's psychological training, he "lived" again. Early in the morning, he was followed by a group of subordinates, who were still holding some food in their hands.

Feng Jiuluo and the others were already having breakfast at this time. Seeing him coming in a hurry, they smiled and said, "Hey, why are you here again? Didn't I send someone back to you for the things you sent yesterday? But The cost of this policeman is on your head, you won't come to ask me for it."

I saw Yu Qingyuan also smiled, "Brother, what did you say? I was so abrupt that I sent some vulgar things to stain your eyes, and I trouble you to send someone to send them back to me."

"Why is this wretched strange uncle here again today?" Frost asked with a pouted face.

"I don't know, I guess I'm free." Feng Jiu replied.

Yu Qingyuan glanced at Hanshuang, and desperately told himself that this was Tong Yan Wuji, so don't bother with him.

"To be grateful and to make amends, today I specially ordered the best cook in the house to make you a morning tea."

As he spoke, he beckoned the people behind to put things up.

Feng Jiuluo looked at the table full of snacks, and just glanced at them, "Unfortunately, I just finished eating, so I prepared so much for you, but I really can't fill my stomach with such a big size."

Looking at Hanshuang again, the child was so indifferent to these exquisite snacks, staring at Yu Qingyuan as if he was an enemy that he would never forget in 800 years.

He said with a smile in a blink of an eye, "You should be sent to this dear man's house, you little guy, you are rich and well-fed, you said you can't touch porcelain, but you want to hang it on my trouser leg."

Han Shuang made a disgusted look, "You disgusted Han'er, this uncle doesn't care at first glance.