Milky ginseng teasing online

Gun Gun has a pure and lively personality, is exquisitely carved, pink and cute, and is deeply loved by kindergarten children. There are more than a dozen dolls playing and making a bunch of them. The classroom of Nuo University is noisy, and Xiao Xuan has a personality Introverted, and the little star's favorite, he is even weaker among the pampered children. He dare not play with other children, so he has been following behind Roll, and the two little ones have been side by side.

Xiao Xuanxuan brought a small toy from home, and the two little dumplings lay face to face, moving with the little furry toy, giggling happily from time to time.

This is what Fei Laer saw when he entered the classroom. The children in the classroom had already left, and the two little dolls were still lying on the ground stupidly. Their little feet were dangling happily. With less dust, the chubby little face is flushed with red, the eyebrows are curved, and the corners of the mouth have a cute grin.

Feral approached, watched the little ginseng crawling around on the ground, frowned slightly, and then reached out to pick him up.

Rolling's expression froze for a moment, and a familiar breath came from the tip of his nose. He looked back, then let out a happy cry, and thumped his little hands and feet into his arms, rubbing the ashes all over the man's body.

He hugged Ferrar's neck, rubbed his soft little face against his chin, looked up at him happily.

Seeing Feilaer's cold face, Little Ginseng blinked blankly, then looked down at his clothes and dirty little chubby hands, grinned silly, and hid his little hands behind his back. Her face was buried in the man's arms, and she said softly, coquettishly, "Gun Gun is a small ginseng, it should be stuck in the small mud... to grow up, to be eaten by Hui Lai..."

Rolling around in his arms, Fei Laer raised his hand to protect his back, seeing his playful and coquettish appearance, a hint of connivance flashed in his eyes, and whispered: "How big do you want to be?"

Gun Gun wrinkled his little bun's face in some confusion, pursed his lips, then raised his small hand and tried to reach Ferrar's forehead, giggled happily and said, "It must be so high~"

After the competition, he withdrew his arms and hugged the man's neck happily, buried his small face in his neck, and said sweetly: "Zi Che'an said that Gun Gun is the best little ginseng, as sweet as milk candy...spicy gray I'm sure you'll love it!"

Feilaer rubbed his head, a slight tenderness flashed in his eyes, and said softly, "Milk-flavored ginseng?"

Gun Gun happily responded, his eyes were bent like crescent moons, his chin rested on the man's shoulder, and he giggled lightly.

You'en also came to pick up Xiao Xuanxuan on time, seeing him lying on the ground, he hurried up to pick him up for a careful inspection, and he was relieved when he saw that he was fine.

Rolling his little feet softly asked Feilaer to put him down, then trotted up to You En, and said in a childish voice of a little adult: "You En En don't worry, Gun Gun will protect Xiao Xuanxuan …There is no little bug to bite him, Gun Gun is now very powerful, and he is not afraid of the bug."

He spoke seriously, while doing small movements while speaking, he was childish and cute, and You En, who had no resistance to cute things, suddenly felt heartbroken.

Xiao Xuanxuan happily handed the fur toy on the ground to Gun Gun, her little face was a little red, and said in a soft voice: "Gon Gun plays... There are many small toys at home, do you want to play with Gun Gun?"

Gun Gun took the little toy, tugged at its 'feet', nodded happily, and said crisply: "Yes~"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and looked at Ferrar, tiptoed and tried his best to lift up the little toy and handed it to him, and said softly, "Spicy Hui..."

Feilaer took the strange and fluffy thing in the little ginseng's hand, saw the little thing looked at him longingly, and responded in a low voice.

Gun Gun and Xiao Xuanxuan responded happily at the same time, and ran to the door cheerfully holding their little hands. The two were small and full of cuteness.

On the aircraft, Gun Gun happily sat on Ferrar's lap, humming a nursery rhyme, his hair was loose and scattered behind him.

Feilaer lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on his somewhat messy hair. After a moment of silence, his slender and pale fingers gently lifted up a strand of long hair, which was as black and smooth as lacquer, washed with a faint milk fragrance. Hair lotion smell.

"do not move…"

He said in a low voice, then brushed his long hair, moved a little clumsily, sat obediently, put his little hands on his knees, looked up curiously from time to time, and opened his lips slightly.

Ferrar combed his long hair, his long eyebrows were slightly locked, his expression was focused, and his thin lips were pursed lightly. Those who didn't know it thought he was going to fight with a sword, but his hand holding his hair was very gentle and careful, lest Hurt the little ginseng.

Before arriving at You'en's villa, Feilaer finally tied her rolling hair into two little braids, although a little messy, but also very cute.

Gun Gun curiously raised his little hand to touch the two little ones, grinned happily, and said excitedly, "Gun Gun wants to see it too."

Feilaer glanced outside the aircraft, hugged the restless little baby and strode out of the aircraft, put the little thing on the ground, held his hand, and said in a low voice: "For a while"

Gun Gun happily agreed, let the man lead him obediently, and happily walked into the villa happily.

Youen sat in the aircraft, looked at the backs of one person and one ginseng leaving, and then looked at the two people, and felt that he might be hallucinating.

Compared with the last time I came, the villa has not changed much, the servants are sitting and working as usual, and the surroundings are warm and beautiful.

Of course, this is the scene in the eyes of ordinary people.

In Feral's eyes, with the villa building as the center, surrounded by a layer of light waves, the gates, walls, and various buildings are equipped with new weapons newly produced by the empire, which are directly controlled by the manipulator with mental power. Intruders and manipulators can detect and release weapons immediately.In addition, in the rooms around the villa, there are several spiritual power users whose mental strength ranks between A15-A30, monitoring the surroundings from 360 to [-] degrees. The noise of pets playing, although the servants were busy, they did not step out of the protection range.

What's more, in the spiritual power of Youen, there is another kind of spiritual power mixed in, which silently strengthens the weaker places, and improves the level of the villa's security system by a lot.

After entering the villa, Feilaer let go of Feilaer's people, and let him happily lead his little friend into the toy room.

"How is it? It's alright."

You En walked to Fei Laer's side with a smile, and raised his chin with pride, his baby fat face was full of pride.

Youen is able to become the captain of the empire, not only because of his family, he usually looks unreliable when he is off-line, but once he receives the mission, he seems to be a different person. He had already arranged everything properly, resolutely not giving the black spider any room.

Ferrar glanced at him, his expression unchanged, and said lightly: "Noah has reinforced it."

Youen's expression froze, and after he coughed lightly, Bie hummed softly at the beginning, and murmured: "I didn't ask him to add that..."

Feilaer didn't speak any more, went straight into the room, and sat down on the sofa.

Youen Yanyan also came in, sat opposite him, propped his chin with a tired face, and said quietly: "It's so good for Gungun...and tie your hair...the difference is too big..."

Fei Laer ignored him, Youen no longer bothered himself, and sat sullenly.

After a while, there was a sudden sound of footsteps upstairs, Youen frowned slightly, followed the sound, and saw a pale Posy standing there quietly, the young man haggard a lot overnight, His eyes are dim and his figure is thin.

Just like in the police station, after Ferrar left, he never spoke again. There was a psychiatrist in the police station. He said that Percy was too stimulated and closed himself up because he had always worshiped Sarah. Natus, so there will be a reaction when facing him.

After returning to the villa, he stayed in the room quietly by himself, without turning on the lights, sitting for a whole noon, without talking or eating, so when he saw him appearing on the stairs, Youen was slightly stunned one time.

The young man stood quietly at the stairs, his eyes were fixed on the man, his expression moved slightly.

Ferrar acted as if he had never heard of this, and sat there without any superfluous reaction to everything around him.

Youen shook his head lightly, seeing a different Ferrar for several months, he almost forgot that the indifferent person in front of him was the Sanates he knew.

Seeing that the scene was a bit stiff, Youen stood up, looked at Poxi, and said, "Poxi, come down and sit down."

Percy finally took a look at him, with a confused expression on his face. He nodded slightly, and slowly walked down the stairs. He hadn't eaten for a day, and he had been hit too hard, and his body was weak. He sat restrained, She twisted her fingers lightly, lowered her head, and her eyes were covered by thin bangs.

You En secretly twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling more awkward, in order to let Poxi relax, he thought for a while, and said casually, "What kind of thing is that Bei Ling you mentioned earlier?"

Hearing this, Poxi's fingers moved, he raised his eyes to look at the silent man, licked his lips, and said softly: ""Northern Ming Qiling Tu"...a Tibetan painting by my father, made in ancient times...is The oldest surviving painting…”

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Ferrar somewhat uneasy, and seeing that he didn't respond, he sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "There are many plants in the painting...the level is very high...and there is a man...dressed very well. weird clothes..."

Posy lowered his head, twisted his fingers lightly, and said in a low voice with a gloomy expression, "I seem to... almost forget... what I drew..."

After the words fell, the silent man finally reacted, his dark green eyes fell on the young man's heartache, a severe chill hit him instantly, Posy shuddered, but he felt a little satisfied in his heart.

He took a deep breath, raised his head slowly with courage, swallowed, and said softly: "I have seen that painting many times, but recently I can't remember what it looks like...Father thinks it's a bit weird ...and let me put it up for auction..."

Those who do business are most taboo about ghosts and ghosts. Although "The Picture of Qi Ling in Beiming" is an ancient painting, if it is really haunted by ghosts, no matter how good it is, it cannot be kept.

"Who bought it?"

Ferrar looked at Posy with cold eyes, without any superfluous expression, and even his tone didn't fluctuate at all.

Posy's heart tightened suddenly, as if a ray of light came in, he pursed his lips, and said softly: "The auction is anonymous...but I saw...a boy under 20 years old...he should be a student..."

"Wait a minute..." You En was a little dizzy after hearing his words, and said in puzzlement, "Then what picture is not an ancient painting, a student can buy it? Do you remember what he looks like?"

Posy shook his head lightly, looked at the man, and said in a low voice, "No...I remembered to leave, so I didn't pay attention."

"Then you should still have information about it?" Youen asked.

Posy was stunned for a moment, his pale face was a little dazed, he thought for a while, nodded his head belatedly, and said, "Yes...it's in my bag..."

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at Ferrar, stood up hurriedly, and stammered, "I, I'll go find..."

He got up a little too quickly, because of hypoglycemia, he was dizzy for a while, his feet were weak, and he fell straight forward. He sat next to You En, and fell directly on Fei Laer's body.

At the same time, footsteps were heard upstairs, and a happy white dumpling ran out of the toy house, calling crisply, "Hui Lai Er..."

Feilaer heard the sound and looked, his body moved to the side, Posey fell on the sofa next to him all of a sudden, he and Feilaer were so close that they could even smell each other's body, Posey's His cheeks were a little red, the person around him suddenly moved, and then the person walked away, he froze for a moment, staring blankly at the direction in which he was leaving.

"Go away?"

Fei Laer went to the stairs, saw the little ginseng staring at him blankly, his dark eyes were a little moist, and his expression was in a trance. Hearing his words, Rolling pursed his mouth and shook his head sullenly. He raised his little hand, Softly said: "Hug..."

Feilaer was puzzled, but still hugged the little ginseng tightly in his arms, rolled around his neck, and buried his little face on his chest.

"Go back?" Fei Laer rubbed his head lightly, and asked softly.

Gun Gun nodded, responded softly, and buried himself in his arms, refusing to come out.

Ferrar hugged him tightly, then strode down the stairs, and walked straight out, leaving behind two people who stood there with dazed faces.

Today's Gun Gun is a bit strange, the always lively little doll didn't even say a word, and even took a few mouthfuls of his favorite dish, the little yellow duck quacked around him, he snorted softly, turned around With his back facing it, he lowered his head and poked his little feet sullenly.

Little Yellow Duck: Quack?

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