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And because nectar can be stored for a long time. She did a lot in one go.

But the most puzzling thing is that Xiaoxiao underestimated the father and daughter's love for roses. Not only did they pick more than half of the flowers and turn them into nectar, but they also had people pick fresh flowers every day to make ready-made food for Xiaoxiao. According to Feng Xinmeng's meaning, it was not over until the flowers withered.

This lasted for several days. Mu Xiaoxiao could hardly stand being surrounded by the scent of roses for several days. This father and daughter really have a unique passion for roses.

The same goes for Maomao. She almost couldn't help but want to cover her nose when she smelled the roses. But for some reason, Maomao didn't complain at all this time and even asked Xiaoxiao to do more every day.

On this day, Xiaoxiao had just come back from outside, and she had just handed over the task to the elite troops for Feng Yichi. She had been staying at the Feng family for two weeks. She also became familiar with those elite troops. Management is not as strenuous as it was at the beginning, so I go back to the main house earlier than before.

Mao Mao, my heart... When I came back, I was about to call the two little guys.

Mao Mao, watch your move! Suddenly, Feng Xinmeng burst out of the air and threw a handful of things into the air. Then he activated the water gun with his other hand and directly hit Mu Xiaoxiao.

Uh... Xiaoxiao immediately closed her eyes. The water was nothing, but Feng Xinmeng seemed to have spilled sand and flew into her eyes.

Aunt Xiaoxiao?! Why is it you? Feng Xinmeng immediately put down the water gun when she noticed that the person coming was not Mu Maomao.

Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes: Xinmeng, what did you throw just now? Her eyes hurt so much that she really didn't expect Xinmeng to throw something into her eyes.

Feng Xinmeng poked each other with her hands: Hu... Jiao... Aunt Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. Forgive me.

He shook his hand: It's okay, it's fine. It's fine if it's not chili powder.

Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao feeling uncomfortable, Feng Xinmeng felt uncomfortable, and immediately supported Xiaoxiao: Aunt Xiaoxiao, your clothes have been wet by me. Let me help you change into clean clothes.

Um.

She didn't dare to open her eyes because it hurt. Feng Xinmeng helped her up the escalator, and she kept her eyes closed the whole time.

After a while, he seemed to have reached the room.

Aunt Xiaoxiao, please sit down for a while, and I'll get you some clean clothes. Xinmeng helped her sit down by the bed, then went to rummage through the cabinets, and after a while he found a piece of clothing. Putting it into Xiaoxiao's hand: Auntie, you put on your clothes first, and I'll get you a basin of clean water to wash your face.

Feeling in the dark, she grabbed the clothes and touched them left and right: These don't seem to be my clothes? The material and style of the clothes didn't look like the clothes she wore all the time.

Well, Auntie, don't ask so many questions, just put it on. Xinmeng took the initiative to unzip her clothes before leaving the room.

Although she couldn't see it, she still fumbled to take off the clothes on her body first, and then fumbled again before putting the clothes back on.

After a while, Feng Xinmeng came in with a basin filled with water. Putting the small basin on the table, she squatted behind the sofa and carefully pulled up the zipper on Xiaoxiao's back.

Thanks.

Feng Xinmeng shook his head: Auntie, it was my fault. I spilled the pepper into your eyes. Wash your eyes quickly. She grabbed Xiaoxiao's hand and let her touch the edge of the small basin.

She touched her hand back and forth on the edge of the basin, then put her hand in, rubbed her eyes several times, then raised her head and opened her pupils.

Feng Xinmeng immediately handed over the towel: Auntie, wipe it quickly.

After drying herself, she finally took a deep breath.

Aunt Xiaoxiao, are you okay? How do you feel? Do your eyes still hurt? she asked nervously.

Xiaoxiao shook her head: It's okay. After saying that, she lowered her eyes and glanced at the clothes she was wearing. When she first touched it, she felt that the clothes were very complicated. Sure enough... what a beautiful dress. The base color is pink, with a delicate rose outlined in lace. The best part is, it fits quite well. She looked around the room again. This was Feng Xinmeng's room.

Xin Yi Nian asked: Whose skirt does it belong to? Isn't this in Feng Xinmeng's room? Logically speaking, Xinmeng would not have such adult clothes.

Feng Xinmeng was about to speak.

At this time...

Another small figure broke in: Mengmeng.

I saw Mu Maomao also carrying a water gun on his back and a transparent mask on his face. This is a mask used to prevent sand or pepper from entering the eyes.

Ah, Cat! Feng Xinmeng reacted and hid. After all, their water fight game was not over yet, and there was no chance for anyone to take advantage of it.

Okay, stop playing. It was Xiaoxiao who intervened to prevent the place from becoming a mess.

Three people came out of Feng Xinmeng's room. When I was going downstairs, I happened to bump into Feng Yichi going home.

Daddy. You came back so early today.

Uncle Feng.

Xiaoxiao just smiled. He led two children, one on the left and one on the right, downstairs.

Um... Feng Yichi was about to speak when he looked up and saw the scene on the escalator. Almost his entire gaze was fixed on that.

Daddy, what's wrong with you? Feng Xinmeng had already walked down the stairs and ran to daddy's side. He waved his hand in front of him. Why did daddy see Aunt Xiaoxiao looking fascinated?

With such a deadlock, even Xiaoxiao herself felt that something was wrong. She approached Feng Yichi and asked, What's wrong with you?

Mu Maomao also looked at him doubtfully.

But Feng Yichi's face was still stiff, and his expression still stayed on his face. He cast his eyes on Xiaoxiao's body in a daze, and after a while he said, Lei'er... He muttered softly.

Huh? Xiaoxiao looked at Maomao to the left, Feng Xinmeng to the right, and then looked back at Feng Yichi in confusion, what was he talking about? What Lei'er?

Lei'er... Suddenly, Feng Yichi's hands clasped Xiaoxiao's shoulders.

Lei'er? Xiaoxiao frowned: Feng Yichi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?

Feng Yichi still didn't respond. He just excitedly grabbed Xiaoxiao's shoulders and held them tightly with his hands, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

Uncle Feng? Maomao looked at Mummy with a distressed expression, thinking that Uncle Feng must have scratched Mummy in pain, and couldn't help but speak.

Lei'er, is that you? Lei'er... Feng Yichi called.

Xiaoxiao was completely stunned. She felt that her shoulder was getting more and more painful. It was caused by the strength of his palm, which showed how much strength he had used.

Daddy! Feng Xinmeng was also nervous. She quickly grabbed the corner of Feng Yichi's clothes and tugged hard: Daddy, what are you doing? How do you call mother's name? This is Aunt Xiaoxiao.

Her childish voice reached Feng Yichi's ears. Hearing his daughter's call, his mind cleared for a moment or two. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the person in front of him. He blinked a few times and shook his head a few times before letting go of Xiaoxiao. Pressing his forehead: Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, I scratched you so much.