Xin Moer choked in her chest and felt very depressed.
Feng Qingcang suddenly held up her small body, making her look directly at him, and said warmly, "Aren't you hungry?"
When she heard about the food, Xin Moer suddenly came to her senses. She blinked her beautiful eyes and wanted to nod immediately. However, she doubted his motives and looked at him suspiciously, "What's your plan?"
Feng Qingcang was startled, and laughed twice. The laughter was very sweet. He kneaded her short arms and legs a few times, and teased, "What do you think I can do to you? Isn't that what I want?"
Did I accept your request and adopt you as my daughter? Now that I have complied with your request, shouldn’t you thank me?”
When had she asked to be his daughter?! She...
"You even called me daddy, but you still want to regret it? Could it be that you really want to be the child bride of the Ninth Prince?" Feng Qingcang whispered in her ear.
Xin Moer suddenly remembered that he had called him daddy last night, but was that just a temporary measure to eat and sleep together?
"It seems that you don't want to be my daughter. In that case, you can go." Feng Qingcang put her little body on the ground, shook her head and sighed, "Oh, I originally prepared a banquet, but it was all meat.
Yes, I’m going to take you to have something to eat, but it seems that it’s not necessary.”
Full banquet! Meat!
She hasn't eaten anything since she woke up this morning!
Xin Mo'er's greed was aroused again, and her saliva wanted to fall to the ground.
He immediately got excited, dragged his clothes, and shouted sweetly, "Daddy!" Suddenly he remembered that he had just called the ninth prince a prince, and immediately changed his words and said, "Father!"
"Okay, good boy." Feng Qingcang picked up her little body again, nodded with satisfaction, and smiled like a warm breeze.
Xin Moer was stunned for a moment, what a beautiful and handsome man! In her time, men had to be at least in their twenties before getting married, right? Maybe they would have a daughter as old as her in their thirties.
"Why are you drooling..." Feng Qingcang took out a fine silk square handkerchief from her arms and wiped away the drool from the corner of her mouth.
Xin Mo'er came back to her senses, and her eyes twitched. What a shame! She actually drooled, even in front of a handsome man! She laughed twice, "Father, Mo'er is hungry."
Feng Qing glanced at her blankly and raised an eyebrow, "Your little belly is really full of food. Did you digest all the food you ate last night?"
"Yeah!" Xin Mo'er nodded.
"Okay, but before eating, you have to wash yourself first and change into a set of clean clothes. With your current appearance, my father will not dare to take you out."