Before Yue Qingqing could react, she was knocked to the ground by him.

"Mother..." Feng Qingyi's voice was extremely clean, and there was no trace of blasphemy in his eyes.

Yue Qingqing was left with thunder. What's going on?

Duanmu Chen lowered his curse and walked over to pull the person up. However, Feng Qingyi hugged Yue Qingqing tightly and twisted his body to act coquettishly: "No, Yi'er wants to be with her mother, she won't leave!"

Yue Qingqing was so shocked that she didn't know where to put her hands. Who could tell her what happened!

"Yi'er, see who I am!" Duanmu Chen tried hard to soften his voice.

Feng Qingyi turned his head, stared at Duanmu Chen for a long time, and shook his head: "Yi'er doesn't know you!"

Duanmuchen raised his hand and patted his butt, and raised his face: "I am your father..."

Yue Qingqing felt a crow flying over her head. Your Highness, don’t be shocking, okay!

"Dad? You are lying. Yi'er's father has a beard, you don't!" Feng Qingyi tilted his head and said very seriously.

Duanmu Chen glared at his eyes, his fingers jumped quickly on his shoulders. Feng Qingyi let out a painful cry, hugging Yue and gently let go of his hands.

Duanmu Chen immediately grabbed his back collar and pulled him back. Yue Qingqing took the opportunity to roll and escaped from Feng Qingyi's claws. She sat up and kept coughing: "What's wrong with Qingyi?"

"I'm sick!"

The official brother and sister all showed concern in their eyes.

"What disease is this?" Yue Qingqing looked at the big man who was held in Duanmu Chen's arms, but struggled hard to reach out to her and wanted to hug her. She couldn't tell what it felt.

The official brother and sister shook their heads, perhaps only Dean Feng and Duanmu Chen knew the whole story.

At this time, Feng Qingyi started crying, which was really crying, heart-wrenching crying.

Yue Qingqing couldn't help but walk to him. Feng Qingyi didn't know where he got the strength, but broke away from Duanmu Chen's confinement and jumped into Yue Qingqing's arms.

Yue Qingqing was thrown to the ground again, and her head hit the ground with a moment of pain. She gasped in the air conditioner.

"Mom, Yi'er is very obedient. Don't leave Yi'er!" Feng Qingyi hugged her neck tightly, making her breathless.

Duanmuchen gritted his teeth and raised his hand to slash Feng Qingyi out, but Yue Qingqing stopped him with her eyes.

Yue gently raised her hand and patted Feng Qingyi's back, and said gently: "Yi'er, my mother won't leave, be good, don't cry anymore!"

Feng Qingyi raised his head, and Qian Ruoxing's eyes were washed with tears. His handsome face had tears on it, as if he was a wounded little beast. He asked very carefully: "Really?"

Yue Qingqing's softest part in her heart was hit hard. She touched Feng Qingyi's head and nodded.

Feng Qingyi immediately smiled happily.

"Yi'er, help your mother up and let's go home!"

Feng Qingyi immediately climbed up from her, carefully helped her up, and patted the dust on the hem of her skirt. Then he clenched his hand into a fist and handed it to Yue Qingqing: "Mom, Yi'er is going to hold hands!"

Yue Qingqing also patted the dust for him, rubbed his forehead with a doting heart, and pulled his hand up and walked forward.

Feng Qingyi was like a bird, talking happily on the side, and Yue responded gently and gently on the side.

Duanmuchen stood there with his hands clenched his fists, and the cold air on his body became heavier and heavier.

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Chapter completed!