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Feng Shaojin stays in the ear room, waiting for Xiuer to clean up, while asking what happened.
"Xiuer, how did your aunt get sick?"
Xiuer shook his head.
"Is aunt angry?"
Xiuer continued to shake her head.
"Did your aunt say anything to you?"
Xiuer still shook his head.
Feng Shaojin:....
Feng Shaojin wrung the towel dry, thought for a moment, and asked: "Xiuer, what did your aunt do before she got sick?"
Xiuer was soaking in the bathtub, playing with warm water in his hands, and drooping his eyes: "look at the painting."
"Look at the picture?" Feng Shaojin was confused: "what painting?"
"Aunt's painting." "A lot of aunts," Xiuer said with a small hand
Xiuer just began to speak again. Many words were spinning around the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know how to say them. She just repeated a few simple words back and forth.
Feng Shaojin's eyes and eyebrows were fixed: "do you mean my aunt painted a lot of paintings?"
Xiuer shook his head.
Feng Shaojin asked again, "are there many aunts in the painting?"
Xiuer nodded and added: "in the carriage...
Feng Shaojin:...
Feng Shaojin seemed to think of something. His handsome eyebrows and eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, and his breath was about to stagnate.
Feng Shaojin wring Xiuer out of the bathtub, wrapped him in a dry towel, changed his tunic and tucked him directly into the quilt.
He wiped Xiuer's wet ink hair. "Xiuer said that before her aunt got sick, she saw those paintings in her study?"
Xiuer nodded again.
Feng Shaojin heart a tight, he quietly coax Xiuer: "Xiuer good, go to bed quickly, children sleep well can grow tall quickly."
Xiuer blinks, stares at Feng Shaojin, and says: "uncle."
"Well?"
"Do you like my aunt?"
"I like it." Feng Shaojin thin lips hook hook, smile warm and soft, will be angle ye good: "like, in my uncle's heart, no one can compare with your aunt."
Xiuer said, "be nice to my aunt."
"Well." Feng Shaojin couldn't help laughing, such as Fenghua Jiyue: "I will be very good to her."
Hugh yawned and closed his eyes.
The child's drowsiness is coming. Feng Shaojin confirms that Xiuer has fallen asleep and slowly stands up. Instead of looking for Mo Lingwei, he goes straight to the study.
Looking up at the top of the bookcase, the humble book was gone.
Feng Shaojin stepped on the stool, took down the stack of paper and turned over the pages.
If it's true, the portraits arranged according to the date are completely disrupted. Feng Shaojin looks on the bookshelf again, and the record book left by Feng Shaoqing really disappears.
Think of those words that Xiuer said, Feng Shaojin still has what don't understand.
The book was given to him by Feng Yichen when he was in a row with his wife, so that she could understand her situation.
The paintings were also in the book and were handed to him.
He had read the contents of the booklet for a long time, but he didn't expect that his brother had painted so many portraits of Mo Lingwei.
It is vivid and vivid.
He remembers that Feng Shaoqing didn't study painting very much, but he didn't expect that when he painted Mo Lingwei, he could reach such a vivid situation.
He had no place to put this book and portrait, so he simply put it in this other courtyard.
During the period when Mo Lingwei left, he thought that she was suffering all over, so he opened up and had a look, and spent so many lonely time with him.
Later, Mo Lingwei and Xiu'er came over, and he also forgot about it....
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Feng Shaojin stays in the ear room, waiting for Xiuer to clean up, while asking what happened.
"Xiuer, how did your aunt get sick?"
Xiuer shook his head.
"Is aunt angry?"
Xiuer continued to shake her head.
"Did your aunt say anything to you?"
Xiuer still shook his head.
Feng Shaojin:....
Feng Shaojin wrung the towel dry, thought for a moment, and asked: "Xiuer, what did your aunt do before she got sick?"
Xiuer was soaking in the bathtub, playing with warm water in his hands, and drooping his eyes: "look at the painting."
"Look at the picture?" Feng Shaojin was confused: "what painting?"
"Aunt's painting." "A lot of aunts," Xiuer said with a small hand
Xiuer just began to speak again. Many words were spinning around the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know how to say them. She just repeated a few simple words back and forth.
Feng Shaojin's eyes and eyebrows were fixed: "do you mean my aunt painted a lot of paintings?"
Xiuer shook his head.
Feng Shaojin asked again, "are there many aunts in the painting?"
Xiuer nodded and added: "in the carriage...
Feng Shaojin:...
Feng Shaojin seemed to think of something. His handsome eyebrows and eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, and his breath was about to stagnate.
Feng Shaojin wring Xiuer out of the bathtub, wrapped him in a dry towel, changed his tunic and tucked him directly into the quilt.
He wiped Xiuer's wet ink hair. "Xiuer said that before her aunt got sick, she saw those paintings in her study?"
Xiuer nodded again.
Feng Shaojin heart a tight, he quietly coax Xiuer: "Xiuer good, go to bed quickly, children sleep well can grow tall quickly."
Xiuer blinks, stares at Feng Shaojin, and says: "uncle."
"Well?"
"Do you like my aunt?"
"I like it." Feng Shaojin thin lips hook hook, smile warm and soft, will be angle ye good: "like, in my uncle's heart, no one can compare with your aunt."
Xiuer said, "be nice to my aunt."
"Well." Feng Shaojin couldn't help laughing, such as Fenghua Jiyue: "I will be very good to her."
Hugh yawned and closed his eyes.
The child's drowsiness is coming. Feng Shaojin confirms that Xiuer has fallen asleep and slowly stands up. Instead of looking for Mo Lingwei, he goes straight to the study.
Looking up at the top of the bookcase, the humble book was gone.
Feng Shaojin stepped on the stool, took down the stack of paper and turned over the pages.
If it's true, the portraits arranged according to the date are completely disrupted. Feng Shaojin looks on the bookshelf again, and the record book left by Feng Shaoqing really disappears.
Think of those words that Xiuer said, Feng Shaojin still has what don't understand.
The book was given to him by Feng Yichen when he was in a row with his wife, so that she could understand her situation.
The paintings were also in the book and were handed to him.
He had read the contents of the booklet for a long time, but he didn't expect that his brother had painted so many portraits of Mo Lingwei.
It is vivid and vivid.
He remembers that Feng Shaoqing didn't study painting very much, but he didn't expect that when he painted Mo Lingwei, he could reach such a vivid situation.
He had no place to put this book and portrait, so he simply put it in this other courtyard.
During the period when Mo Lingwei left, he thought that she was suffering all over, so he opened up and had a look, and spent so many lonely time with him.
Later, Mo Lingwei and Xiu'er came over, and he also forgot about it....
later, Mo Lingwei and Xiu'er came over www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Feng Shaojin stays in the ear room, waiting for Xiuer to clean up, while asking what happened. "Xiuer, how did your aunt get sick?" Xiuer shook his head. "Is aunt angry?" Xiuer continued to shake her head. "Did your aunt say anything to you?" Xiuer still shook his head. Feng Shaojin:.... Feng Shaojin wrung the towel dry, thought for a moment, and asked: "Xiuer, what did your aunt do before she got sick?" Xiuer was soaking in the bathtub, playing with warm water in his hands, and drooping his eyes: "look at the painting." "Look at the picture?" Feng Shaojin was confused: "what painting?" "Aunt's painting." "A lot of aunts," Xiuer said with a small hand Xiuer just began to speak again. Many words were spinning around the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know how to say them. She just repeated a few simple words back and forth. Feng Shaojin's eyes and eyebrows were fixed: "do you mean my aunt painted a lot of paintings?" Xiuer shook his head. Feng Shaojin asked again, "are there many aunts in the painting?" Xiuer nodded and added: "in the carriage... Feng Shaojin:... Feng Shaojin seemed to think of something. His handsome eyebrows and eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, and his breath was about to stagnate. Feng Shaojin wring Xiuer out of the bathtub, wrapped him in a dry towel, changed his tunic and tucked him directly into the quilt. He wiped Xiuer's wet ink hair. "Xiuer said that before her aunt got sick, she saw those paintings in her study?" Xiuer nodded again. Feng Shaojin heart a tight, he quietly coax Xiuer: "Xiuer good, go to bed quickly, children sleep well can grow tall quickly." Xiuer blinks, stares at Feng Shaojin, and says: "uncle." "Well?" "Do you like my aunt?" "I like it." Feng Shaojin thin lips hook hook, smile warm and soft, will be angle ye good: "like, in my uncle's heart, no one can compare with your aunt." Xiuer said, "be nice to my aunt." "Well." Feng Shaojin couldn't help laughing, such as Fenghua Jiyue: "I will be very good to her." Hugh yawned and closed his eyes. The child's drowsiness is coming. Feng Shaojin confirms that Xiuer has fallen asleep and slowly stands up. Instead of looking for Mo Lingwei, he goes straight to the study. Looking up at the top of the bookcase, the humble book was gone. Feng Shaojin stepped on the stool, took down the stack of paper and turned over the pages. If it's true, the portraits arranged according to the date are completely disrupted. Feng Shaojin looks on the bookshelf again, and the record book left by Feng Shaoqing really disappears. Think of those words that Xiuer said, Feng Shaojin still has what don't understand. The book was given to him by Feng Yichen when he was in a row with his wife, so that she could understand her situation. The paintings were also in the book and were handed to him. He had read the contents of the booklet for a long time, but he didn't expect that his brother had painted so many portraits of Mo Lingwei. It is vivid and vivid. He remembers that Feng Shaoqing didn't study painting very much, but he didn't expect that when he painted Mo Lingwei, he could reach such a vivid situation. He had no place to put this book and portrait, so he simply put it in this other courtyard. During the period when Mo Lingwei left, he thought that she was suffering all over, so he opened up and had a look, and spent so many lonely time with him. Later, Mo Lingwei and Xiu'er came over, and he also forgot about it.... later, Mo Lingwei and Xiu'er came over www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
