No matter how much Feng Dad was trying to do on the way back, Feng Jiu didn't say a word, but he was still very happy!

Mrs. Tong wanted to mutter about his behavior in the city lord's mansion, but she couldn't find a chance to speak. Finally, she couldn't help but pat her on his shoulder: "Don't bully Xiaofeng."

Father Feng was very aggrieved when he held his baby's little hand.

Feng Jiu closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Don’t think she didn’t know that Mrs. Tong had already looked at her several times in a while.

There was no change on the way back. Mrs. Tong didn't care about this and talked to Feng Dad.

"Dai Cheng's position as the lord of the main city has not been for long. I wonder how many people have secretly made him a secret idea, and they can't protect themselves. How can they have the energy to deal with us again?"

"He just looked glamorous on the surface. The people invited at the banquet were all small shrimps. To be honest, I was surprised that Xue Manxing would come."

"But it seems that he is more likely to be coming for you and rushing to see the joke."

As he said that, Mrs. Tong actually smiled: "Why can't you remember so much?"

When it comes to Xue Manxing, Feng Dad ignored the whole process and didn't want to listen to it at all. He remembered the other party's malicious words to Feng Jiu.

"But be careful, too." Mrs. Tong said, "A Xuan is not here now, even if... she can still protect you, it is because you are an ordinary person."

Father Feng also knew this. If he hadn't had any threats, the Lortis family would not have been so willing to be so arrogant to him. Thinking of the previous marriage message, he couldn't help frowning. The other party probably didn't really want to get married, but just wanted to find a reason to pinch his handle.

At that time, I may not say that I will take Xiaofeng away from him with a high-sounding idea, and even be disturbed before she grows up!

Those guys who are familiar with the methods of keeping the left and right are already familiar with each other.

When Feng Jiu opened his eyes again, he could already see the shadow of Feng Family Manor, standing in a desolate and chaotic area, full of vitality and eye-catching.

The little Tong Linzheng was playing in the yard with Qiqi and 888. When he saw the hover car approaching, he immediately ran over happily, but when he saw Mrs. Tong get off the car, he stopped in place. He looked back at the beautiful big house, turned back, and tilted his head in confusion: "Mom?"

It seemed like wondering how she came back from outside.

Mrs. Tong smiled and pinched his face, picked up the little doll and kissed her. The latter immediately giggled again, turned her head and looked at Feng Jiu with bright eyes: "Brother!"

Feng Jiu glanced at him calmly and sat on his arms.

Father Feng followed her step by step: "Xiaofeng, call him dad!"

The other party has said this all the way, but Feng Jiu just didn't let go. She couldn't choose her current identity, but it was not easy to call out these two words calmly. After all, Feng Dad is not older than her in her previous life.

Perhaps because she hadn't seen her for a long time, Xiao Tong became particularly clingy. Although she was still fiddling with the mecha model, she had to be by her side.

Feng Jiu had two tails suffixed, but he couldn't get rid of it for a day, including when he was going to bed at night.

"I want to sleep with my brother!"

When the little boy said this, he looked very cheerful and had a very master-like appearance and climbed onto Feng Jiu's bed.

“…”

Looking at the little doll's big moist eyes exposed behind the quilt, Feng Jiu remained silent, but he didn't expect Feng's father to join in the fun and consciously crawled to the other side.

This time, Feng Jiu didn't continue to calm down, so he simply turned around and sat in the nanny's warehouse.

Little Tong Lin: "..."

Father Feng: "..."

The day of returning is the same as before. Although Father Feng has appeared for a longer time than before, he still disappears from time to time.

Feng Jiu knew that he had gone to his studio, a place she had never set foot in for two years.

But after experiencing the main temple, she felt it was necessary to take a look. Now Dai Cheng should have known the news that she had escaped from trouble, and she still didn't know what way to deal with them. You should be more cautious.

Seeing that Xiao Tong was having fun, Feng Jiu got up and went to the underground entrance.

Feng Dad’s work location is located in the basement of the manor, which is not small than the building outside, but the facilities are much higher-end. Feng Jiu entered along the entrance and encountered three locked doors in a row.

The first two are fine, but the owner of the manor has the right to enter, but the last one is the genetic code. Even the little Tonglin needs Feng Dad to take it to pass.

Feng Jiu is not tall now and has to look up to see the door lock. She stood there for a while, then raised her arm and stretched out her fingers.

System scan.

Feng Jiu was just trying it, but he didn't expect that the next moment he would hear a "ding" sound, and the gene scan passed.

Even Feng Jiu almost suspected that there was something wrong with the door lock.

But just a moment of silence, Feng Jiu walked in along the crack of the open door.

Because it was her first time here, the appearance of the studio surprised her a little.

The space here is indeed very large, the height alone is more than ten feet, and what is even more shocking is the row of mechas listed in the basement!

These mechas are all finished products, with a huge body that is thick and mighty. Just standing there makes people feel invisible pressure, not to mention a room full of people.

The wind has been walking in it for a long time, as small as a grain of corn.

Feng Jiu glanced around and saw no sign of Feng Daddy. He slowly walked through the trembling room and opened the innermost door.

The door slid to one side, and along the light, Feng Jiu saw Feng Dad, who was completely different from usual in the inner room.

The latter tied a light golden length behind his head, with half of his face facing her, lowered his eyebrows and eyes to focus on what he was in his hand, and noticed that she had entered, just glanced at her slantedly, with his eyes sharp and transparent, just like what he saw outside the city lord's mansion that day.

Only then did Feng Jiu understand what her nominal father had hidden.

He is a mecha maker.

In this field that belongs to him, it is full of momentum that people dare not underestimate.

What Feng Dad should be holding an unfinished mecha part, which was changing shape quickly in the other party's hand, which was not exactly similar to the mecha that Feng Jiu needed to form in his consciousness.

But this process made her think of the puppet technique of cultivating immortals.

The materials for puppets are different, and the process of tempering is not simple. Especially for high-level puppets, they also need to sacrifice their souls on the basis of using precious materials. Just like regeneration, it is not much easier than training a powerful monster.

Feng Jiu is still recalling, but suddenly someone holds his arm behind him and raises it up.

"Does Xiaohua like it?"

Father Feng hugged her in front of him, looking at the materials and semi-finished mechas on the ground, with a smile in his voice: "Why do you think you are going to come here today? I thought you were going to practice hard for the rest of your life, a little thing."

“…” Feng Jiu: “?”
Chapter completed!