The pheromone of the lop-eared rabbit makes the CEO really fragrant

Panting heavily, Qi Yan planted a few delicate kisses on Rong Bao's small face, and called out in a subdued and hoarse voice: "Baby..."

Rong Bao looked at the old man with tears in his eyes: "Rong Bao is sleepy."

Qi Yan sucked Rong Bao's small mouth hard: "I will sleep later."

"Wuwu~" Rongbao let out broken cries and soft moans.

"Baby, don't cry, the more you cry, the more I will..." Qi Yan didn't finish his sentence, and then he pushed back gently.

The old man said to wait a while, but Rong Bao felt that it had been a long time, and seeing that Master Qi hadn't meant to end, Rong Bao couldn't stand it any longer, so he fell asleep first.

The next day, Qi Yan woke up very late. He used to be able to wake up around six or seven o'clock, but today he slept until 09:30, and Rong Bao also slept until this time.

Rong Bao buried his small face on the old man's shoulder and rubbed it, still reluctant to wake up.

Qi Yan supported the back of Rong Bao's head, stroking the ground up and down and asked: "Baby, does it hurt?"

Rong Bao pouted slightly: "It hurts."

"I will pay attention next time." Qi Yan didn't want to do that kind of thing when Rongbao was pregnant, especially when the child was not stable, but who let his little lover throw all the suppressant pills into the into the toilet, which made him unable to control himself.

Qi Yan got up, went to the drawer to get the medicine, and then came back to apply on Rong Bao: "Honey, stick up, I'll give you the medicine."

Rong Bao obediently lay on the pillow and lifted his butt up.

Qi Yan dipped a cotton swab into the ointment, and spread it evenly on the velvet bunny.

Just halfway through painting, I heard Qi Feng's whimpering voice from downstairs: "Uncle, why haven't you gotten up yet?"

Qi Yan broke off the cotton swab in his hand, threw it into the trash can precisely, and then helped Rongbao lift his pants.

Rong Bao got up from the pillow, stretched out his little hand, and hung it around the old man's neck.

Qi Yan picked up Rongbao's little butt, picked him up, and brought him downstairs.

Seeing his uncle coming down with his little aunt in his arms, Qi Feng hurriedly stood up from the sofa.

Qi Yan took Rong Bao to sit at the dining table, glanced at his nephew from the corner of the eye: "Why did you come to see me?"

Qi Feng walked over with small steps: "Uncle, today is my mother's death day, have you forgotten?"

Qi Yan really forgot about it, if Qi Feng didn't tell him, he might not go to worship today, he would go every year in the past.

Qi Yan picked up the milk on the dining table, handed it to Rongbao's mouth, and said to Qi Feng: "I'll take Rongbao with me later."

Qi Feng opened the dining chair and sat down, said with a smile: "Little aunt will also go, my mother will definitely be happy."

When Rong Bao heard that he could go out with Master Qi, he clapped his little hands excitedly: "Rong Bao is going too."

Rongbao was as happy as a child, no, he was just a brat, Qi Feng couldn't help but want to go over and rub Rongbao's head, but he was jealous of his uncle, so he had to hold back, waiting for the day when his uncle wasn't around , he must knead enough.

Qi Feng looked at Rongbao with milk stains around his mouth, and boasted completely against his will: "Little aunt is so cute, my mother will definitely like it when she sees it."

Qi Yan squinted at Qi Feng: "Okay, don't be verbose."

Qi Feng can't get rid of that bad-mouthed problem: "Uncle, if my mother is still alive, seeing that you finally found a daughter-in-law, I will definitely be crazy about it."

Qi Yan frowned: "What is hard work?"

Qi Feng asked back: "Isn't it?"

Others can find a wife when they are in their twenties, but his uncle did not find a wife until he was almost 40 years old, and this daughter-in-law was brought back by him, didn't he find it with great difficulty?

Qi Yan was in a good mood, and talked to Qi Feng a few words: "Who told Rong Bao not to be born earlier?"

After Rongbao was full, Qi Yan took him upstairs to change his clothes, ready to go to worship.

Before going out, the old housekeeper handed the prepared white chrysanthemum to Qi Yan: "Master Qi, I just picked it."

Qi Yan took Bai Ju and handed it over to Rong Bao.

Rong Bao held the white chrysanthemum under his nose and smelled it. The pollen was inhaled into the nasal cavity, itching, and he sneezed immediately.

Qi Yan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Rong Bao's snot: "Baby, we are going to meet the parents."

"Meet the parents...meet the parents..." Rongbao was very happy, shaking his head back and forth, and the white fluffy ears hanging on both sides shook accordingly.

Rong Bao didn't know that what he would see was a tombstone and a two-inch black and white photo.

The death day is not a happy day, Qi Feng sat in the co-pilot, looking out the window quietly, he who has always been carefree, now became quiet and introverted, with a sharpness hidden in his eyes that is not usually there.

In the back seat, Rong Bao and Qi Yan are flirting like no one else.

Although Qi Yan was teasing Rong Bao, there was a little sadness hidden in his smile, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

His sister's tomb is not in the cemetery, but buried under a banyan tree.

The banyan tree is a little far away, and after three hours of driving, I have to walk for a while.

When walking down, Qi Yan bent down and let Rong Bao lay on his back.

Rong Bao lay on Qi Ye's back, and wrapped his small hands around the old man's neck.

Qi Yan stood up, and walked up the trail leading to the mountain with Rongbao on his back.

The boy Qi Feng followed closely behind, and finally followed a few bodyguards.

Qi Feng, who hadn't spoken a word all the way, suddenly asked, "Uncle, how did my mother die back then?"

Qi Feng has always wanted to know how his mother left him when she was young, had no illness, and had no accidents. This has been his heart knot for so many years.

"I've told you many times that I fell to my death." Qi Yan's tone contained a trace of anger and impatience.

Qi Feng didn't believe that his mother would fall down the stairs so carelessly.

"Uncle, what are you hiding? Is there anything you can't tell me?" Qi Feng asked sharply, staring at his uncle's back.

Qi Yan scolded angrily without looking back: "Shut up."

Rong Bao heard that Master Qi was angry, and quickly patted the old man's head with his small hand: "Master Qi, don't be angry."

After being comforted by Rong Bao, Qi Yan really stopped being angry, and his tone was much gentler than before: "Your mother just accidentally fell downstairs, so don't ask about this matter again."

He was not saddened by his sister's death.

Qi Feng knew that his uncle still didn't intend to tell him the truth, so he didn't bother to ask anymore, and followed silently, all the way to the banyan tree.

The banyan tree is very beautiful when it is in bloom, and the tidbits are fluffy, but it is a pity that it is not yet the flowering season.

There is a grave under the banyan tree, and a tombstone is erected in front of it. On the tombstone is written the tomb of the eldest sister Qi Tong. In the middle is a two-inch black and white photo of a woman with a very gentle smile. Her appearance is always fixed at her most beautiful age.

When Rong Bao saw the photo on the tombstone, he was very frightened and hid in Qi Yan's arms, not daring to come out: "Mr. Qi..."

Qi Yan comforted softly: "Baby, don't be afraid, send the flowers up."

Rong Bao looked at the handful of white chrysanthemums in his hand, then at the gloomy black-and-white photo, shook his head slightly, not daring to go.

Qi Yan took Rong Bao's little hand and went forward together, and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone: "Sister, this is my little daughter-in-law, she is timid, don't blame him."

When he was very close to the tombstone, Rong Bao stared at the black and white photo on the tombstone, and cried out in fright, muttering that he was going home: "Mr. Qi... afraid..."

In the photo, the woman with a very gentle smile seems to be staring at Rongbao with a very fierce look. She seems to be dissatisfied with Rongbao.

Qi Yan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the photo, he hugged his little lover and coaxed him: "There is nothing to be afraid of in broad daylight, don't be afraid, be obedient..."

Qi Feng walked to the tombstone and asked the woman in the photo in a low voice: "Mom, don't you like little aunt?"

Rong Bao cried so much that he couldn't coax him at all, so Qi Yan had no choice but to leave first.

"You stay here and have a conversation with your mother, I'll go back to the car first." After speaking, Qi Yan took Rongbao and left.

Qi Feng stood where he was, took out his handkerchief, wiped the dust on the tombstone carefully, and said to himself: "Mom, uncle, he has forgotten his sister when he sees sex now, and he only cares about flirting with my little aunt, and put you I have forgotten the anniversary of my death, so tonight you go to my uncle's bedside to scare the two of them."

It is impossible to scare Qi Yan, but it can scare Rong Bao half to death.

After returning to the car, Qi Yan stuffed a lollipop into Rong Bao's mouth, and managed to coax him away.

Qi Yan patted Rong Bao on the back and asked, "Rong Bao, are you afraid of seeing black and white photos?"

Rong Bao's tears were still wet, he pushed the candy from left to right with his tongue, and ate the candy very intently, without answering Qi Yan's question.

Qi Yan guessed that Rong Bao might be afraid of tombstones, after all, ordinary children would also feel a little scared when they saw tombstones.

Half an hour later, Qi Feng returned to the car. He turned his head to look at the child sitting on his uncle's lap and asked, "Little aunt, what are you so afraid of my mother doing? What's there to be afraid of?"

Rong Bao ignored Qi Feng, tilted his head, leaned on the old man's chest, and ate candy quietly.

Qi Feng took out a black and white photo from his pocket, and deliberately shook it in front of Rongbao: "Is it scary? It's not scary at all."

Rong Bao didn't dare to look at the black and white photos, and buried his face in the man's chest in fear.

Qi Yan put his arms around Rong Bao's body and stared at Qi Feng: "You want to die."

Qi Feng shyly put away the photo: "Why is little aunt so timid?"

Qi Yan looked down at the little kid in his arms: "Rongbao, it's okay, it's just a photo."

Originally, he wanted Rong Bao to meet his parents, but he didn't expect to scare them.

After returning, Qi Yan hurriedly asked the old housekeeper to bring up all kinds of desserts, to scare Rongbao, but don't scare the little brat in his stomach to come out early.

After Rong Bao finished his dessert, he was so tired that he fell asleep in Qi Yan's arms, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Qi Yan looked at the tears and fell into deep thought, why a black and white picture can make Rongbao have such a big reaction.