(MTL)General, your sister has run away again (through the book)

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

    Feng Fuqing raised her head and did not dare to ask any more, for fear that Feng Jingqing would blurt out in the next second, "I sent people to Africa for mining."

    The result of too much brain-filling is that Feng Fuqing can't look directly. Big Brother Feng's face changed, so he had to pretend to be dead.

    Looking from Feng Jingqing's place, I saw this little guy under his hand, his eyes lowered, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, he was not good-looking.

    It didn't take long for Feng Fuqing to yawn a little, and a tear dripped from the corner of her eye. Feng Jingqing gently placed Feng Fuqing on her lap.

    Feng Fuqing was not sleepy at first, even if she strolled around the Southwest Palace, she would not be unable to control her sleepiness and fall into a deep sleep before her chat with Feng Jingqing was over.

    Seeing the quiet and well-behaved little guy lying on his lap now, Feng Jingqing could only sigh. Seeing the small incense burner rising up and gradually filling the interior of the carriage, Feng Fuqing slept more and more deeply.

    Feng Jingqing used her fingers to trace Feng Fuqing's eyebrows little by little. If Feng Fuqing was awake at this moment, he would see the strong love in Feng Jingqing's eyes, which was so intense that it made people suffocate.

    For a moment, Feng Jingqing thought: How about this, don't care about anything, don't care about anything, and confine people where you can see.

    He couldn't go anywhere, he could only look at himself, he was the only one in his heart, and Feng Jingqing's eyes gradually became dangerous.

    But a guy who fell asleep, unaware, grabbed this with a small hand, trying to use her as the corner of the man who raised her as a canary.

    "Brother." Feng Jingqing was defeated by Feng Fuqing's words, all her unbearable thoughts.

    Feng Fuqing was like a little animal that just went out, trying her best to lean towards him, trying to find a sense of security. With her pitiful appearance, how could Feng Jingqing put away the dirty thoughts that she couldn't bring out. put it on her.

    Feng Jingqing: After all, he lost, and he was willing to lose to the little girl.

    She tucked Feng Fuqing's messy hair back. Feng Jingqing whispered softly: "Fu Baoer, be good, stay by my side forever, okay? Well, if you don't speak, you will agree to it, so you can't go back."

    Feng Fuqing in a drowsiness: (lifts the table) When you're asleep, give her a refusal to try! ! !

    She has no choice at all, no emotion, and her face is expressionless. ipg.

    In fact, Feng Fuqing could only "haply accept" the request from Mr. Feng.

    At this moment, Yan Nie returned to Feng Mansion one step ahead of schedule, squatting on the tree in Fuyuan, with a serious face, thinking seriously: Why did he prepare for his master-Mianxiang Xiang, and now, he has to squat on the tree to face the wind weeping.

    Thinking back to that day, Feng Jingqing was sitting behind the desk, and said, "Go and prepare some sleep aids. Fu'er has not been in a high mood recently, and her sleep has not been good. It's not good to continue like this."

    This is just one reason, another On the one hand, Feng Jingqing also had some selfishness, and wanted to release his secret thoughts.

    Yan Nie: Is his master really alright?