Chapter 893: Two children fighting (2/2)
”Then papa took the group to find Mummy?”
In the eyes of a 4-year-old child, Mummy is the only one and the closest person.
”Dad is a bit uncomfortable,” Feng Lixin stroked his heart, ”when Daddy is better, then go to Tuan Tuan to find Mommy, OK?”
Perhaps it is not that Feng Lixin does not want to find his wife Lan Youyou, nor is he afraid of countless searches, countless retentions, in exchange for Lan Youyou's another runaway and coldness; Life, Feng Lixin also feels well-dead.
But Feng Lixin was afraid that her daughter was disappointed again and again! My daughter is old and needs a healthier living environment.
He didn't dare and couldn't take the happiness of his daughter's life!
”Then go to your uncle!”
The little cute quickly climbed out of Feng Lixin's arms and ran barefoot towards the princess' room.
”round and round……”
Feng Lixin's speed is obviously much worse than that of Agile's daughter.
The snow fell early.
On the big kingsize, only Feng Xinglang and his son embraced each other.
One of the little guy's short legs was crossing his father's Feng Xinglang's waist, and the sleeping posture was extremely domineering.
One arm of Feng Xinglang let the pro-son lay on his pillow, and the other hand was gently rested on the P-share of the little guy, showing the affectionate attitude of the calf.
”Uncle ... Uncle, would you like to find me mama?”
The door was just a cover, and the little thing pushed in and came in.
”Shh, keep quiet, your brother Nono is still asleep!”
”But Tuan Tuan Mama didn't return all night, Tuan Tuan was so worried!”
From the point of view of cuteness: Mama's disappearance is more important than Brother Nono's sleepiness.
”That uncle can't help it, your mummy has legs!”
Feng Xinglang vacated a hand, ”Come to your uncle, let the uncle hug the cute group!”
Little cutie climbed up to her, cleverly clinging to the arms of Feng Xinglang, soft and adorable.
Hugging the two children from left to right, Feng Xinglang seemed to be in a bright mood, so he closed his eyes and began to rest, trying to maintain such warmth.
”Uncle, you wake up, don't sleep anymore. Will you go to Mum with you?”
”Tuantu is good, let my uncle hug for a while! Uncle hasn't hugged Tuantuan for so long!”
Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes, playing with the little ones casually.
Feng Lixin caught up with the master bedroom on the third floor and was about to knock on the door. After hearing Feng Xinglang's conversation with his daughter, he dropped his raised hand.
Isn't this kind of family warmth just what a daughter should have?
But in the warm background, there are moments of discord.
Breakfast was generous and childlike.
Xue Luo made a cartoon fruit platter for his son and the small group.
Nono's is a bumblebee, and all of them are the flower fairy Xiaobei.
It was full of snow falling in love with the two children.
Someone else ’s mom is so good, but after all, it ’s still someone else ’s mommy!
Thinking of his mummy's whereabouts are still unknown, Fengtuan's little mouth pulled down aggrievedly again, and Qingming began to cry.
”Seal off, can you stop crying? You always cry, you always cry, annoying!”
How to say, the original intention of Lin Nuo's children was to comfort the crying little group.
The pathetic way of fragrant jade still needs to be improved.
Talking, it became a roar!
”Tuan Tuan wants his mum ...”
The Fengtuan regiment grumbled and grumbled.
Lan Youyou didn't return to her home, Lin Nuo's child just wanted it. Saves bullying his dear mommy again.
”Crying, crying, you know how to cry! What's your big witch's mum to do? Why not!”
”Tuantu's mummy is not a witch!”
”Just! Just!”
”No! It's not!”
In order to defend their mum, Tuan Tuan began to argue with Nono.
”Your mummy is the most wicked and ugly big witch in the world! No one!”
Little Lin Nuo insisted on his own opinion.
When Xue Luo was about to stop his son's rude humiliation of others' mummy, she always behaved in a cute and sweet way, and made an amazing and thrilling act.
She picked up the fruit fork next to the platter, and raged back at Lin Nuo, who had mourned her mum.
”Don't say my mummy is a big witch! My mummy is not! No!”
The fruit fork wasn't sharp at first; however, Feng Tuantu slammed his hands on Lin Nuo's back.
Moreover, Lin Nuo's little hands were fleshy, tender and almost breakable.
In addition, he didn't watch out for the sealed group that was more clever than a kitten and could only cry. The fruit fork pierced into the skin on the back of his hand ...