After secretly giving birth to the actor's child

Feng Yan couldn't take a closer look because he was driving, but he took a quick glance.

Yu Weixi's trumpet is all about those people who complain about Linglongyu, and even wrote long articles, the tone is as passionate as canvassing for popular elections.

And... praised him.

XXXX: I am so disappointed in Feng Yan!I thought Feng Yingdi was an excellent actor.

Kneeling down and calling Dad: Just because I acted in a bad TV series, the dozens of good ones in the past are not counted?Bai worked hard?become less excellent?Okay, brother dei, you have always remembered to have a brain every year in the past, but today you have no brains, so you are an animal without a brain?

Feng Yan couldn't laugh or cry.

"Did you see it!" Yu Weixi held up his phone, raised his head and said proudly: "Is it fierce?"

"Awesome." Feng Yan stretched out his hand and gently pinched Yu Weixi's nose: "Xixi is awesome."

"Hmm." Yu Weixi buried her head in the pillow and smiled.

"Silly Xixi."

Feng Yan drove the car into the parking lot, and then saw Yu Weixi had fallen asleep in the passenger seat.

Feng Yan helped Yu Weixi unbuckle his seat belt, and patted Yu Weixi on the shoulder: "Xixi, you're home."

"Well……"

"Xixi." Feng Yan pinched Yu Weixi's ear.

"Go away." Yu Weixi closed her eyes tightly, reached out and patted Feng Yan's hand away.

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows.

So Feng Yan got out of the car, opened the passenger door, and hugged Yu Weixi out of the car.

Yu Weixi subconsciously put her arms around Feng Yan's neck, using Feng Yan as a human-shaped support, and continued to sleep with her head resting on Feng Yan's chest.

Feng Yan kicked the car door back and closed it, and just carried Yu Weixi upstairs.

Feng Yan was glad that it was very late now, and there was no one around.

"Here we are, Xixi, where is your room card?"

When he came to the door of the house, Feng Yan put Yu Weixi down and let him stand by himself, pinched Yu Weixi's face and said: "The room card, otherwise we won't be able to get in."

"Well……"

If Yu Weixi was still sane before, but now he has completely relaxed, and the stamina of alcohol has come up.

Yu Weixi's wine taste is actually quite good, he didn't go crazy or yell after he was drunk.

On the contrary, unlike what Feng Yan thought, Yu Weixi became very soft after being drunk. At this moment, Yu Weixi was leaning on her body, making a coquettish "uuuu" sound from her mouth, humming and chirping, wanting to sleep .

Feng Yan had no choice but to pick Yu Weixi's pocket by himself.

There is a pocket on the chest of Yu Weixi's suit underwear, and there are also pockets on the sides of the suit pants.

Feng Yan first put his hand into the suit jacket, the small pocket on the chest.

Then I touched a facial oil-absorbing paper.

Feng Yan: "..."

Okay, it's pretty dainty.

"Hmm..." Yu Weixi grabbed Feng Yan and said angrily, "Indecent!"

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yan wrapped his arms around Yu Weixi's waist and hugged him, letting Yu Weixi rest his head on his shoulder, while with the other hand he touched the pocket of his trousers.

"Indecent! Pervert! Disciple!" Yu Weixi frowned, and kept beating Feng Yan's back with her hands.

After finally finding the wallet in his pocket, Feng Yan immediately took out the room card inside.

Feng Yan only scanned the photos of the rice cakes in his wallet, and he didn't dare to look at the others after all, they were private.

"drop."

After getting the room card, the two were finally able to go in.

"Dad!! Dad is back!" Nian Gao was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons and waiting for Yu Weixi to come back.

"Brother Yan is here too!"

As soon as the door opened, the rice cakes rushed up, and the glutinous rice "meowed" on the ground to sniff Feng Yan's trouser legs.

Feng Yan half-dragged and half-carried Yu Weixi into the door, and put Yu Weixi on the sofa.

"What's wrong with Dad?" Nian Gao stood on the sofa and looked closely at Yu Weixi, and was stung by the smell of alcohol on Yu Weixi's body.

"I'm asleep, I'm fine." Feng Yan was also smelled of alcohol by Yu Weixi, frowned slightly, and took off his coat.

Feng Yan glanced at Yu Weixi, who was lying on the sofa in a mess, with hands and feet hanging around, and said helplessly, "Nian Gao, where is your father's room?"

Feng Yan planned to help Yu Weixi change clothes, and then put him to bed.

"Ah...! Dad's room is locked!" Nian Gao covered her mouth and said, "No one other than me and Dad can enter!"

This is the task that Dad gave him!

Yu Weixi kept the room locked, and even a child didn't know where to put the key. After all, Yu Weixi's room... was full of Feng Yan's posters and pillows, and it was over if he went in.

"Okay, what about your room?"

Feng Yan glanced at Nian Gao's room. Although it was a child's room, it was supposed to be for the convenience of sleeping together. The Nian Gao room also had a double bed for adults.

Feng Yan then carried Yu Weixi to the bed, and then took one of the clothes hanging on the balcony.

"Daddy smells so bad." Nian Gao sat on the bed and pinched his nose.

"It's the smell of wine. Come on, let's change his clothes so it doesn't smell bad." Feng Yan unbuttoned his coat, followed by his inner shirt.

What is exposed under the cloth is the delicate collarbone, fair skin and two...

Feng Yan wiped his face and felt that he was really a beast.

Yu Weixi's chest rose and fell slightly, lying defenseless in front of her, with disheveled clothes and disheveled hair.

Feng Old Man Yan began to feel uneasy.

Feng Yan took a deep breath, picked him up and turned his back to him, thinking that the visual impact would not be so great.

However, Feng Yan was taken aback for a moment.

The position of Yu Weixi's waist, that is, the lower back, is covered with bruises.

How is this going?

Feng Yan lightly pressed the bruises on Yu Weixi's waist with his fingers, and the person in his arms let out a "huh" cry of pain, resting his head on his shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "It hurts..."

Feng Yan's eyes darkened slightly, he looked at Nian Gao and said, "Your father is practicing dancing at home these days?"

"Yes!" Nian Gao nodded.

Feng Yan took a deep breath, held back his anger and said, "Long practice?"

"I don't know..." Nian Gao counted slowly with his fingers: "Last night, it seemed like one night! When I got home, Dad was practicing, and then we slept together, and Dad told me stories..."

Practiced all night...?

Feng Yan's brows were tightly furrowed, and his anger surged with a "swish".

Is Yu Weixi desperate? !

Feng Yan took another deep breath, and decided to wait for Yu Weixi to wake up before settling accounts with him.

After changing Yu Weixi's clothes, Nian Gao volunteered to give Yu Weixi milk. After all, Nian Gao would drink milk before going to bed, but was stopped by Feng Yan.

"You can't drink milk after drinking, just get your dad some juice or warm water."

"Okay!" Nian Gao rattled and ran to the kitchen.

After thinking about it, it was because of the big movements that Yu Weixi woke up a bit, so he just hugged Feng Yan, wrapped his hands around him, and did not let go of his pillow.Looking at Feng Yan, he smiled and said, "Why are you... so hot."

It's warm and comfortable.

Feng Yan looked at Yu Weixi helplessly.

It's not Liu Xiahui, how can a grown man not be hot after being tortured like this?

"Xixi, you little friend, why are you so defenseless towards people?" Feng Yan tapped on the top of Yu Weixi's hair, a little displeased and said: "If someone else sent you back today, would you hug me like this?" ?”

Yu Weixi muttered: "No hug."

Yu Weixi's head was buried in Feng Yan's neck at the moment, her voice was muffled and a little muffled.

"Oh?" Feng Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Don't you want to hug me?"

"No hug."

"Just hug me? Trust me so much?" Feng Yan wrapped his arms around Yu Weixi, and whispered in his ear: "Don't you hate me?"

When Feng Yan spoke, heat hit Yu Weixi's ear, Yu Weixi felt a little itchy, shrank her head and said in a muffled voice: "I hate you. I hate you to death. I won't give you a hug, and I won't believe you."

Feng Yan chuckled.

"really?"

"Don't believe you, I don't believe you anymore, you're a bastard, a badass."

Feng Yan was taken aback.

"So bad?"

"Hmm...bad." Yu Weixi paused, and suddenly opened her mouth to bite Feng Yan's shoulder.

Feng Yan paused, but didn't stop him, just patted Yu Weixi on the back and said, "Go to sleep."

Feng Yan put Yu Weixi on the bed, pulled the quilt for him, and then went to the kitchen to find rice cakes.

How did this little one dawdle in the kitchen until now?

"Ah...! Brother Yan, the juice is gone." Nian Gao stood in front of the refrigerator and said with a bitter face, "I, I have been looking for it for a long time, but the apple juice, orange juice, and radish juice are all gone!"

"It's okay, your father has already fallen asleep, so you don't need to drink it." Feng Yan stepped forward and rubbed Nian Gao's head, then glanced at the milk bottle on the island in the kitchen, and asked, "Nian gao drinks every night before falling asleep. Do you want milk?"

Rice cake nodded.

"Your father made it for you?"

Nian Gao nodded again.

Feng Yan touched his chin, feeling a little distressed.

Nian Gao glanced at the room and whispered, "Dad is asleep, I don't need to drink."

"That won't work, the child has a long body." Feng Yan squatted down and volunteered: "Can I soak it for you?"

"Ah...?" Nian Gao's eyes widened.

Brother Yan... Do you want to make milk for yourself?

"Okay!" Nian Gao happily rushed forward to hug Feng Yan and said, "Brother Yan!"

……

So for the next 5 minutes, Feng Yan looked at the milk powder can in front of him, the milk bottle and thermos were in an unprecedented predicament.

Feng Yan rubbed his nose, opened WeChat, and asked a question in his old classmate group.

Feng Yan: May I ask how to make milk powder?For three year olds.

Feng Yan's idea is very simple, because most of these old classmates are married and have children, so they are very experienced in this area.

Little did he know how much waves his words caused.

1 minutes later……

Friend A:? ? ? ? ? ?

Friend B:! ! ! ! ! !

Friend C: When did woc happen?Why don't you tell us?

Friend D: You can't...do something wrong?

Feng Yan: ...

Feng Yan reluctantly replied: The son of a friend.

It took a long time to get the milk powder ready, and Feng Yan immediately quit WeChat, ignoring those friends who still didn't believe it and asked questions.

"...Is it okay?"

Handing the bottle to Nian Gao, seeing that he drank it without any objection, Feng Yan couldn't help asking: "Is it okay?"

"Yeah!" Nian Gao sat on the edge of the bed and obediently finished drinking the whole bottle of milk powder, then crawled into Yu Weixi's bed, and fell asleep next to him, not forgetting to turn her head and sweetly say, "Brother Yan, good night."

"Good night." Feng Yan pulled the quilt for Nian Gao, then turned off the lights.

Yu Weixi was hangover after all, Feng Yan was worried about something unexpected, anyway, his house was next door, so he went home to get a change of clothes, and then spent the night on Yu Weixi's sofa.

Feng Yan was lying on the sofa, his clothes had already been changed, and the smell of perfume and alcohol on Yu Weixi's body had also dissipated.

but……

Feng Yan touched his nose and felt that he was really a beast.

Better go to bed earlier.