Mozun raises the milk bag after the moon is old

"Aw!" Nai Tuanzi tightly clenched her fists with puffed cheeks, trying to hold back the tears, her little face flushed red: the mother said that cubs can't cry casually...the father and the mother cried I will be worried...

Ling Guang couldn't bear to see Nai Tuanzi's appearance, and then looked at Ming Yun beside him, opening his mouth as if trying to comfort Nai Tuanzi.

But it's clear that this big man won't take kids "..."

Ling Guang frowned and thought for a moment, and then a floating astrolabe appeared in his palm, "Pojun."

The cold and steady voice sounded "Lingguang Xianjun."

"Let the writer come to the devil world."

"..."

Ling Guang understood Po Jun, and this silence was obviously a silent inquiry.

"Take care of the child." Ling Guang felt a headache.

I feel very lucky: this little fairy is obsessed with the fairy book, and has a delicate mind, so it is very suitable to unlock the skill of raising children.

The other side has been silent "..."

Ling Guang also began to doubt himself: Is it too much to bring a fairy from the fairy world to raise the child?

Just as he was thinking, a panting but gentle voice sounded, "Immortal Lingguang?"

Ling Guang said, "Huh?" He came quickly.

He raised his head and met a pair of confused eyes, trying not to look so awkward, "Take care of the child."

"Ah... ah!?" He froze in place for a moment while writing, he heard it right! ? "What, what!?"

Ling Guang felt a little guilty, but he couldn't say it out. He pointed at the screaming Nai Tuanzi and said, "Litang's cub..."

When I wrote the pen, I saw the milk dumpling that didn't dare to cry, puffed out the cheeks and pouted the mouth so high, and after confirming it was true, "Oh..."

"..." Ling Guang felt even more guilty when he saw the reaction of writing, and also a little ashamed: Is it better to go first?

"The rest will be left to you." Qinglong glanced at the writer indifferently, "Ling Guang, let's go."

Ling Guang thought in his heart that you are really my savior, you really understand me, he nodded immediately, and followed Qinglong out of the bedroom.

The writer at this end has never figured out why he wanted to bring Litang's cub himself, so his eyes kept falling in the direction where the two left.

"..." What do Xianjun and Shenjun mean?

"in this way……"

I was still dazed while I was writing, when I heard a voice next to me that was so cold that it could freeze people to death, "Thank you, little fairy."

I shivered while writing...

"Ah, ah..." Seeing Ming Yun's frown and thoughtful expression, the writer felt that he had lost his composure, and his face turned red, "It should be..."

I thought that I was really rude when I was writing, and I didn't know what to do in my heart.

Naituanzi stared at the pen for a while: Huh?Is this uncle embarrassing?

"Uncle..." The mother seat said to Zai Zai: If others have difficulties, they need to help!

So he stretched his hands towards the pen, and grinned, "I want to hug you!"

"Uh..." The writer didn't know what was wrong with him, he took a look at Mingyun, then bowed down, and carefully picked up the milk dumpling on the bed.

"..." The writer squinted his eyes: Uh... so soft...

Seeing the gentle smile on the face of the writer, Ming Yun froze for some reason, "..."

"Aww, uncle and aunt?" Nai Tuanzi was thumping in the arms of the writer: why the father sleeps and the mother doesn't come back...

"The female seat doesn't want cubs?"

"..." The writer's head was full of black lines: I was called down by Immortal Lingguang just now and I don't know what happened, let alone where Litang went.

Now Naituan blinked and asked where Litang was going. If he said he didn't know, Naituan would definitely think something happened to Litang, right?

Looking at the expression on the face of the writer, Ming Yun knew that he definitely didn't know, but he couldn't answer the question of the little lord "..."

"Mother went to find something fun for Zai Zai." After thinking about it for a while, she came up with an excuse: I can't do anything about it, and I don't want to lie to this milk dumpling!

At the end, he added, "So Zai Zai must take good care of the father, otherwise the mother will be sad when she comes back and sees that both father and Zai Zai are unhappy."

"That's great!" At first, Nai Tuanzi still felt a little disbelief in the writing, but when she heard the writing said that the mother would be sad, she grinned and promised, "Zai Zai will take care of the father!"

In this way, the mother will feel that Zai Zai is sensible!Will love cubs even more!

"Then Zai Zai must be obedient." The writer hugged Nai Tuanzi to coax, "I will tell Zai Zai how to take care of the father seat, and how to make the father seat get better. Don't worry about the mother seat."

"That's great!" Nai Tuanzi squinted those deer eyes carved out of the same mold as Li Tang, "Zai Zai is the most obedient!"

Mingyun looked at the face holding the pen from the side, "..."

Isn't it too good at lying to children?Still lied so naturally without flaws, so it should be taken for granted?

The writer obviously sensed Ming Yun's gaze, and subconsciously turned his head away to look.

"..." Mingyun couldn't express what he felt in his heart: that person's face was blushing quite aggrieved...

"..." It's quite aggrieved, Mingyun thought: It's just because of helplessness, in order to coax the little lord, it's not kind to look at him with that look?

"Sleep, baby!" Nai Tuanzi was so sleepy, pointing to the bed in the arms of the writer, "Sleep with the father!"

He wants to guard the father's seat!The father has not opened his eyes now, and cannot see the bad guys!He wants to guard the father's seat and help the father's seat to fight the bad guys!To protect the father seat!

Holding the pen, she hugged the milk dumpling and put it on the bed. As soon as the milk dumpling touched the bed, it crawled towards Yeyou, and then lay down tightly next to Yeyou.

"Hmph thank you!" Nai Tuanzi couldn't say the name of the writer, so he could only hum.

"..." The writer frowned.

"My little lord can't say some words, so he will groan." Mingyun felt that there was something wrong with his brain, and felt that he didn't want to see the person in front of him frown.

I am not a person who likes to take care of these things. From this point of view, I really have something wrong.

"..." From the corner of his eye, the writer took a sneak peek at Mingyun: Why does this person always think about himself, does he have any prejudice against him?

Forget it and leave it alone, the writer shook his head, now that Litang's cub is asleep, it's not appropriate for him to stay here, so he turned around and walked gently towards the outside of the bedroom.

"..." As soon as the writer walked out of the bedroom, he heard Mingyun's voice behind him, sounding a little anxious.

"Little fairy."

"Huh?" The writer raised his eyebrows: Do you really have a prejudice against yourself? "Is there a problem?"

The writer turned around and looked at the slightly anxious face: It's not like...

"It's just..." Mingyun didn't know how to organize his words, so he held back for a long time before saying, "I didn't mean that just now..."

I froze for a moment while writing: What do you mean?What does that mean?Why can't I understand?

However, he still gave Mingyun a faint smile, "Yes."

"The palace where I took you to live?"

Originally, Mingyun had ordered the servants who were serving him to take the pen, but when he saw this face with a gentle smile, he felt so baffled...