Milky ginseng teasing online

Admiral's Mansion

At night, with the night wind blowing gently, the plants in the garden swayed gently, making a rustling sound, which lasted for a long time.

Gun Gun had already taken a shower, and was lying on the bed at this time, wearing loose goose-yellow pajamas, playing with the puzzle with a serious face, but his feet were restless, kicking happily, following his movements, revealing white and soft waist, lacquer-like long hair casually draped behind her.

Fei Laer walked into the room, saw that Gun Gun was excited to play, rolled happily on the bed after seeing him, raised his round face, and called out sweetly.

Fei Laer responded softly, stepped forward to arrange his clothes for him, and was about to rest, when A1's cold voice sounded in his mind:

[Received a letter --- Oles]

He paused slightly, then opened the letter, there was no extra words except for a video.

Gun Gun had obediently put away the puzzle, got into the quilt by himself, grabbed the quilt with his little hands, and buried himself in it, only revealing a pair of black eyes staring at him unblinkingly. To himself, he bent his eyes happily, patted the place next to him with his little hand, and said softly: "Hui Lai, go to sleep~"

Feilaer raised his hand and rubbed his little face, pulled down the quilt a little for him, then walked to the window, opened the video and watched it.

This is a variety show. In the video, the host is introducing guests with a smile on his face. From time to time, people stop around and watch them excitedly.

Oles has already processed the screen, and all the parts that are not abnormal are played quickly, until a certain point suddenly returns to the original speed.

On the screen, several guests were making fun of memes, and it was very lively. Many people surrounded them and stood in a circle excitedly. Ferrar looked at the time, then set his gaze on a certain road behind the crowd, and went down. In a second, a figure appeared on the screen. The man was about 20 years old, with a small figure and a childish face. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. The color of the eyes was a little light, giving people a feeling of innocence and childishness.

This person was obviously Nancy who died in a shopping mall explosion a few months ago.

Although it is Nancy, the color of her eyes and hair is different from before.

In his hand was a long black delicate wooden box, engraved with a few chic little flowers, he slightly lowered his eyes, and walked straight forward, the whole process only took a few seconds.

Feilaer looked at the light screen quietly, his eyes were slightly focused, and there were faint electric waves floating around. On the light screen, countless data flashed quickly, and finally returned to calm.

【Video query...】

【Target and task analysis...】

【Enquired】

After A1's voice fell, six or seven videos appeared on the light screen, but none of them lasted more than ten seconds.

According to the direction in which Nancy disappeared, he screened the videos obtained by the surveillance, shop surveillance, and aircraft surveillance systems corresponding to each fork in the surroundings, and finally obtained these videos.

On the screen, Nancy walked forward silently, her expression unchanged, completely different from the lively image in the impression.

He walked a lot of places, twisting and turning, and finally stopped in front of a house built in imitation of the ancient earth. All kinds of synthetic plants were planted around the house. It was lush, simple and quiet, and even the door was used. Made of good wood, if placed in ancient times, it would be considered a scholarly house.

The picture is a little far away, and I can only see Nancy walking to the door, raising her hand and knocking, then standing respectfully at the door, the picture is still for a few minutes, the brick-red wooden door opens from the inside, a man in a white cloak People come out.

Although he was wearing a cloak, he could vaguely tell that it was a slender man, like a bright moon and a breeze, with a dusty temperament.

Nancy bowed respectfully to the man, and presented the things in her hands in front of the man with both hands. The man did not take the box immediately, but was silent for a while, and then slowly stretched out his slender hands He picked up the box with his fingers and held it in his arms.

His skin was very white, without a trace of blood, and his fingers were clean and slender, in stark contrast to the wooden box in his arms.

After handing over the box to the man, Nancy turned and left the house without stopping.

After he left, the man stood there for a while, lowered his head, a few strands of hair swayed gently in the wind, touched the wooden box lightly with his fingers, then turned around a little stiffly, and walked slowly Back to the house.

Feilaer stood quietly in front of the window, his green eyes fell on the light screen, and he was a little absent-minded.

The clothes on his waist were gently tugged, Feral came back to his senses, looked down at the little doll who was pulling him, a hint of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse and deep voice: "What's wrong?"

Rolling shook his head gently, his small hands tightly tugged on his clothes, his lips were pursed lightly, there was no smile on his childish face, his round face was upturned, his eyes were a little red, and there was something in his eyes that he hadn't even noticed. low.

Feilaer hesitated for a moment, slowly raised his hand, and gently rubbed his hair comfortingly as usual.

Gun Gun snorted softly, wrapped his arms around his waist, buried his small face on his waist, pursed his mouth, feeling aggrieved and pitiful.After a while, he raised his hand again, looked at him with wet eyes, and said pitifully, "Hug..."

Feilaer's heart tightened suddenly, and he picked up the little baby as he said, patted his back lightly with his palms, wrapped his arms around his neck, buried his little face in front of his chest, and called softly : "Spicy Gray."

Feilaer patted his back lightly, carried the little ginseng to the bedside, but Tumble refused to go down, wrapping his hands and feet around his body.

Ferrar sighed lowly, looked down at his messy hair, raised his hand to smooth it out, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleepy?"

Rolling shook his head lightly, grabbed his clothes with his small hands, slowly raised his face, his eyes were flushed, and he said in a crying voice, "Hui Laer...Gun Gun wants a child, Che An..."

The name Zi Che'an is no stranger to Fei Laer, Gun Gun always hangs it on his lips, repeating what he has said foolishly, but he has never been like this, hugging him tightly, aggrieved that he wants a son Che An.

wronged but rely on trust

Feral will give him what he wants, and if he can't give him good things, he will give him food, toys and wealth, so that he can grow up carefree.

But right now, he can't do anything.

His son, Che'an, passed away a long, long time ago.

Ferrar held Gungun tightly in his arms with one hand, gently stroked his eyes with the other hand, closed his eyes subconsciously, and obediently rubbed against his palms.

He asked in a low voice, "Want to hear a story?"

Gun Gun looked at him blankly, then nodded obediently, and said softly: "Think~"

Feilaer put him back on the bed, rolled him back into the quilt obediently, patted the place next to him with his small hand, and said softly: "Hui Lai'er sleeps."

After Fei Laer lay down on the bed, the little ginseng immediately moved to his side, got into his arm, blinked his black eyes, and said expectantly: "Listen to the little story."

Ferrar took the storybook next to him, opened the pages he had read before, and read slowly.

His voice is hoarse and deep, but it doesn't sound ugly, and his reading tone is steady and low, and he reads childish and cute stories into monotonous scientific research papers, but even so, Gun Gun still likes it very much and finds it very interesting. He stood up, put his little feet on Feilaer's body, and stretched out his little hands playfully to grab the pages of the book from time to time. Feilaer was not annoyed, and silently turned the book back to its original position, and continued to read in a calm tone.

After arguing for a while, Gun Gun gradually fell asleep, half lying on the man's body, his little face flushed.

Ferrar put the book away, looked down at his sleeping profile, and pursed his thin lips lightly.

The author has something to say: rolling response√

In the next chapter, Lori will appear

【Less today, make up for it tomorrow】