Milky ginseng teasing online

Feilaer left the hospital with Xiao Gungun in his arms. Gungun was terrified by Luvlin, and buried himself in his arms, clutching his clothes with his little hands, weeping violently, and the clothes were wet with warm tears.

Ferrar hugged the poor little dumpling, and patted him on the back lightly, his usually calm eyes were a little loose, and his movements were a little at a loss.

The central hospital is located in the suburbs, and it is very quiet at night. The little guy’s grievance sound is even more miserable. He is crying, his tear-stained face gently rubs Ferrar’s clothes, he sniffs his nose and then sips his mouth. Shrunken, weeping louder.

He used to cry often, but there was never such a time that made people feel at a loss and worry like now. Gun Gun was innocent, innocent and carefree. Lu Fulin's blow was full of murderous intent, full of viciousness, Gun Gun Creatures are instinctively afraid of this breath.

Seeing that Gun Gun had no tendency to stop, Feilaer picked up the little thing, and Gun Gun was still crying pitifully and aggrievedly, tears streaming down his face, his little face was flushed and wet, and even the tip of his nose was distressing red.

Caught off guard and picked up, he instinctively flopped his little hands and feet, and looked at the man aggrievedly with wet eyes.

Ferrar wiped away the tears on his face for him, with pity in his dark green eyes, he sighed softly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Go away, baby...don't cry."

Rolling sniffed, not only did not stop crying, but even more aggrieved, his mouth shrunk, and cried again with a wow, the tears couldn't stop flowing, his little face became more and more red, while crying, he opened his mouth She hugged the man's neck with her hands, buried her wet face in his neck, warm tears and breath fell on the neck, with a hint of itching.

Ferrar froze on the spot, silent for a while, then supported the roll with one hand, raised the other hand slightly, a very pale white cold air appeared in the palm of his hand, and in the dazzling cold air, a piece of ice appeared in the palm of his hand .

He hugged Gun Gun and sat down against a tree, took out a small blade and carved it against the ice.

Gun Gun was crying, when he heard the movement behind him, he raised his small hand to wipe his eyes, then turned around slowly, looking curiously at the things in Ferrar's hand.

Feilaer's movements are very skilled, and within a short while, he has already carved out the shape of a little doll.

Gun Gun sat in the crook of his hand, staring blankly at his movements. There were still tears in his wet eyes, his little face was flushed, and his lips were slightly parted. , asked with a crying voice: "Little... little baby?"

Ferrar responded lightly, rubbed his hair gently, and then continued to engrave the little ice man, with thin lips pursed lightly, and a touch of tenderness flashed in his deep eyes.

Gun Gun wiped his face casually, leaned forward slightly, put his little hand on the man's arm, blinked his eyes curiously, and said in a childish voice, "This is Gun Gun?"

The ice block has gradually revealed its shape. Although no facial features have been engraved, the plump robe and waterfall-like long hair have already taken shape. Ferrar is familiar with the carving while holding the small blade, and said softly:

"This is a mature ginseng."

Gun Gun's eyes lit up, tears were still in them, but the corners of his mouth were grinning cutely, and he clapped his little hands excitedly, his soft voice was a little complacent, he snorted softly, and said: "Gun Gun is a mature baby ginseng .”

"Mature ginseng baby?" Feral looked at the tears hanging on Gun Gun's face, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand, and gently wiped away the tears on his face with his slender and pale fingers. Under Ginseng's watery gaze, he said dumbly, "Crying baby?"

Gun Gun blinked in a daze, then frowned, puffed his cheeks, hummed softly, and said in a childish voice: "Gun Gun didn't cry... mature plants don't cry..."

Feilaer paused, looked at Xiaotuanzi's rosy face and slightly moist eyelashes, lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Did you cry?"

Gun Gun let out a soft moan, pouted his mouth, gently grabbed the clothes under his body, and said in a low voice, "Gun Gun just didn't cry..."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned up his small face, his glass-like clean eyes carried a cute smile, and gently patted Ferrar's chin with his small hand, and said softly, "Hui Lai'er is crying..."

After finishing speaking, he giggled, as if he thought he was smart, shook his head happily, and kicked his little feet restlessly.

Ferrar looked down at the little doll, his green eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pursed into a straight line, he responded softly, and started to carve the small ice sculpture again.

The surrounding area was very quiet, the faint lights shone on both sides of the road, and the halo fell on the man's body through the leaves. He lowered his head and skillfully sculpted the eyes of the little doll. The ginger-white balls sat leisurely on his body, The little head flickered happily.

"The billowing little flowers are gone."

Gun Gun pointed at the big empty robe of the little ice sculpture, smacked his small mouth, and reminded him seriously.

"En." Feilaer replied in a low voice, re-melted a small ice pick, carved it out in the shape of a little red flower, and inserted it into the little baby's waist.

After finishing this part, the little iceman is finished, a little doll carved out of ice, with long hair, a cute smile on a round face, eyes curved like small crescents, and the corners of his mouth grinning. Like an elf, clean, pure and beautiful.

Gun Gun happily clapped his little hands, gently tugged on Ferrar's clothes, looked at him expectantly with dark eyes, and said in a childish voice, "Gun Gun~"

That villain was carved out of ice, very icy, Feral didn't hand it to Gungun, and said softly, "It's very icy, you can't touch it."

Hearing this, Gun Gun nodded obediently, raised a cute smile, and said softly: "Gun Gun don't touch~"

Only then did Ferrar put the little ice man in the palm of his hand and handed it in front of him, Gun Gun curiously stretched out his little hand to poke the little man, then gave a strange wow, walked around it a few times, and clapped his little hands happily .

When he was almost done playing, Feilaer put the villain away, picked up the happy little ginseng, and said softly: "Go back."

Gun Gun sat obediently in the crook of his hand, kicked his little feet, and said sweetly, "Go home~"

They brought the flying machine, but Feilaer didn't choose to take it. Instead, he walked slowly along the long street with the little ginseng in his arms. Occasionally, two or three people passed by, holding his own child, and walking leisurely on the street. Staring at the child curiously, after he could no longer see anyone, he gently tugged at Fei Laer's clothes, and said softly, "Hui Laer... You have grown up... You have to go by yourself."

Feral was always watching Gun Gun, so he naturally knew why he said that. He gently rubbed the little guy's hair, and said softly, "Tun Gun is still young, so you don't have to go by yourself."

Gun Gun pursed his lips in confusion, puffed his cheeks, looked at him in confusion, and said softly, "Gun Gun is a big plant."

Feilaer was silent for a while, lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "Plants don't need to walk."

Gun Gun nodded half-understood, then held his little face with a 'so complicated' expression.

In Wugou Valley, the small plants were all stuck in the mud, only Zi Che'an had to walk, just as Hui Laer said, the small plants didn't need to walk.

Rolling is a big obedient plant, don't walk.

Thinking about it this way, I finally gave up the idea of ​​walking by myself.

Walking through the border of the suburbs, the city of Rhonali at night is very lively, with various shops and entertainment items, and there are many people on the street, in twos and threes, laughing and laughing again and again.

Gun Gun wanted to eat candy, so Feilaer bought it and went to the Star Pet Mall, and bought a pack of small toffee under the shocked gaze of the clerk.

Star pet toffee is very finely made, with cute little animals painted on the candy paper, Gun Gun buried his face in the box to pick out for a while, and finally chose a small crocodile toffee.

He put the toffee in Feilaer's hand, then sat down obediently, and opened his mouth expectantly.

Feral doesn't like sweet and greasy candy, but after Gun Gun arrived, he was able to peel off the candy wrapper skillfully and feed the little ginseng that was waiting to be fed.

After eating the sweet candy, Gun Gun rolled his eyes in satisfaction, kicked his little feet cheerfully, and turned into a baby ginseng with the flavor of toffee.

On the street, after people buy something, they will take out a small object to scan the boss's system, and then they can leave with the item.

Rolling looked at their movements, blinked curiously, then looked at Feral, turned into a curious baby again, and asked softly, "Hui Laer... what is that?"

Feral glanced in the direction he was pointing, then looked away, and said softly, "Virtual account, for payment."

Gun Gun doesn’t know what money is, but he occasionally watches TV with Nicola, and people on TV have to pay for small toys and candies. Xiao Xuanxuan said that money is a very powerful thing and can be exchanged for a lot There are a lot of small toys, but the money has to be earned. As for how to earn it, he doesn't know.

In order to solve the century-old problem of how to make money, the two little star pets ran to Nicola's room with their little hands and pestered her for a long time.

So, the two little babies had to temporarily give up the idea.

Rolling licked his mouth, suddenly stretched out his small hand to pat Ferrar's chin, and rubbed it with his soft face, with pure joy in his black eyes, and said softly with a smiling voice: "Rolling When I grow up... I want to make money to buy small toys for Huilaer~"

Ferrar paused, seeing Xiao Gungun staring at him with shining eyes, so our incomparably rich admiral responded in a low voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll wait for you to grow up..."

Rolling his eyes, he nodded his head happily, and said crisply: "En!"

He giggled happily, got into the man's arms coquettishly, and babbled silly things.

Feilaer listened quietly, occasionally chiming in with a few words, and walked towards the back mountain with the coquettish and clingy Xiaotuanzi in his arms.

Gun Gun played for a while, read for a while, then curled up in his arms and fell asleep, his little face was flushed, his lips were slightly parted, from time to time he pursed his mouth cutely, and hummed softly twice.

Inside the mansion, Fei Fu stood in front of the door. Seeing the little master fell asleep, he bowed respectfully, then closed the door gently, and walked in.

Fei Laer put Roll on the big soft bed, the little guy smelled the familiar smell, shrank into the quilt obediently, and continued to sleep beautifully.

The room became dark, and in the quiet room, a hoarse and deep male voice sounded softly:

"Good night"

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The author has something to say: Today's share~ hahaha, there is no plot.

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