"This is your long item." Luo Ya immediately titted with her: "I dare not grab it."
Yingmo groaned: "I won't compare it with children who don't grow up. In short, your gifts are very failed."
Luo Ya looked at Luo An, and he complained: "Why don't you remind me?"
"I reminded, but you said it is okay. As long as you sent it, he would like it." Luo An said softly, "But he doesn't like it."
"The following sentence is a bit redundant." Luo Ya's words fell, everyone laughed, Luo Ya turned his head, his face was red and red: "Really, you all laughed at me."
"It's time to grow up. After this year, you are one year old." Uncle Hong said, "You can't be childish anymore."
Luo Ya drew his mouth: "In school, I can't play freely with everyone. At home, you bullies me."
Luo An looked at it, Long Tian poked her without politely: "You play with your classmates freely, and your classmates will lie on the whole day when you go home."
"That's because ..." Luo Ya finally stopped fighting, looking at the little guy: "Just come in the future."
I just feel distressed: "I will come here in the future. You can find me shopping together.
The little guy suddenly let go of the Geefra, climbed into the doll, took it in his hand and played it, fiddled with the doll's ears, and Luoya said excitedly: "See not, he likes the doll."
"That's comforting you." Luo said calmly: "He is born with this ability."
Grandpa asked curiously: "Ability, what ability?"
Fenghuang took the words: "The little guy was born to comfort people, and saw that Luo Ya was bullied. The favorite Gee it did not want it. He held the doll and played. He was born to comfort the heart. He probably inherited Ruolan's ability.
"
The grandfather laughed: "It's not, it's as intimate as Ruo Lan."
Luo An said: "So, just just comforted."
Luo Ya's good mood just disappeared immediately, she hated: "I want to fly alone."
Luo An still had no expression, and said calmly: "Brother Fenghuang will not agree, don't think about it."
Luo Ya just had a temper. After losing her, the atmosphere was super harmonious. Dad and Uncle Hong suddenly came to the side. After whispering, Dad came over and said, "Uncle Hong and I have to take a step first.
Mr. Murong. "
I was surprised, and the same is true of Fenghuang: "Dubin's uncle?"
"Do you still have Mr. Murong, who is approaching with us?" Dad said with a smile: "Our old people also have their own pastime, which does not prevent you from young people."
The grandfather heard the words and stood up with Aunt He immediately: "To be said, it is time to leave the game."
After sending away the elders, Luo Ya, who had been unable to hold back, immediately worked with Ying Mo, pushed the balloon to the shadow ink, and then squeezed the villain. The sound of balloon burst in the living room.
Mo was annoyed, and the two twisted together. In the end, even Long Tian and Luo An were forced to join the battle. Seeing that they were there, the little guy laughed, and he was happy to swing his hands and leaned back and down.
Fenghuang and I sat in the corner. The two leaned their heads, and Fenghuang bit my ears on his head: "What did you give?"
"Boxing gloves." I said with a smile: "Doberman likes a lot of sports, so I hope the little guy will also be athletic in the future. I agree, he can't sit there motionless all day like his dad."
"I have a way to keep fit, using my own methods." Fenghuang said with a bad smile, "It's equally intense."
He put his hand on my waist: "Just keep going like this."
For some reason, I felt sleepy. I leaned on Fenghuang's shoulder, and the sounds around me became more and more distant. I finally fell asleep deeply. When I woke up again, I was already lying on the bed, with Fenghuang and the little guy beside me.
The little guy was holding my neck, with his nose still touching my face. Fenghuang was leaning sideways, with one hand under his head, looking in the direction of me and the little guy, reaching out to touch his face, and Fenghuang gave him a hug.
Grasp: "They're all gone."
"I know." I said with a smile, "I really shouldn't. I feel like I'm neglecting the guests."
"They are not guests, they are family members, so it doesn't matter." Fenghuang said, "It's really good now."
The family of three is lying on the bed, enjoying the peace. It's really good. Don't think about other things, just stay like this...
Two years later, I stood in the company lobby in Shengyang, looking heavy. Jiajia next to me licked her tongue: "Why haven't you come back yet?"
"The recording time has passed, I can't wait any longer." I said to Jiajia, "I still have an appointment."
A young voice sounded: "That's right, I've been waiting for a long time."
Fengtian sat on the chair, his little body nestled there, holding a Rubik's Cube in his hand. This Rubik's Cube was just the simplest toy in his hands. He could restore it, scramble it, and restore it again in the blink of an eye.
He was already a little impatient now, and when he heard what I said, he immediately agreed.
Now three years old, Feng Tian looks more and more like Feng Huang, especially when his eyes are lowered, his thick eyelashes make his eyes as bright as stars in the sky, and his fair skin makes his small lips stand out.
There is always a feeling of laziness, which is very similar to Fenghuang's temperament. Although I have raised objections to this many times, is it considered hereditary? There is nothing I can do.
Every time I walk with him on the road, someone who looks like a talent scout will always come over to inquire. At this time, I only need to show my business card to make him flinch - the chief music producer of Shengyang Entertainment, now very popular.
The female singer Feiya was created by me, and the male and female group that was originally prepared also successfully debuted, and they continue to compete with the scandal group...
Jiajia looked at Fengtian and couldn't help it. She stepped forward to hug him, but Fengtian avoided it lightly: "No."
"Really, won't you let anyone else hug you except the CEO?" Jiajia said aggrievedly: "Ruolan, look at him."
"He is just a child." I said helplessly, "And this problem is exactly the same as Fenghuang's. He doesn't like others to touch him. Apart from this, when he grows up, he will be no different from when he was a child."
He can still comfort people, as if he knows what adults are thinking at such a young age, but unfortunately this problem cannot be changed.
Jiajia took advantage of Fengtian not paying attention and pinched his nose: "Bad boy."
"Mom, Aunt Jiajia pinched my nose." Fengtian's nose twitched: "Did you see that?"
"No, okay, stop making trouble, we are leaving now." I patted his head, but Fengtian looked unwilling to leave: "I still want to wait for Du Bin to come back."
"How many times have I said, don't call his name directly, I want to call my uncle, know?"
"But Dubin said that he could call him like this." Feng Tian didn't give up: "Wait a minute, okay?"