Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The only thing that is clear is the family's expectations, to live well.

too difficult.

……

Ying Zheng said with a complicated expression, "I'm back."

"Ah? Ah..." Fusu lowered her head deeply, not daring to look up at her mother's expression, for fear of her reprimand or disappointment.

Ying Zheng could clearly sense the child's mind, and said lightly, "Raise your head."

Nothing has changed from before!

Fusu gritted her teeth and raised her face stubbornly, her daughter's reddish eye circles clearly reflected in those pale golden pupils.

Then Ying Zheng raised his right hand slightly.

Fusu's body trembled slightly and closed his eyes subconsciously.

next moment.

The girl's body fell into a soft and warm embrace, and she hugged the black-haired woman tightly without any gap, and she could even hear each other's breathing in her ears.

Ying Zheng leaned down and hugged his daughter gently into his arms for the first time, and said in a slightly stiff tone: "Tomorrow, you can rest for a day, the widow will tell Mr. Fei, but it's only for one day, and everything will be business as usual after tomorrow. There is no need to mention it again, and it must not be committed again.”

This is the tenderness of the mother?

Fusu was stunned for a long time, and then he spit out a word with a blushing face, "En."

The girl's cheeks were deeply buried in the plump and straight part of her mother's upper chest, rubbing against the soft and towering breasts of her mother's upper chest. All misunderstandings at this moment were not important.

Although she didn't get the promise she expected, it was no longer needed.

"Fusu, is that young man worth relying on?"

"what?"

Fusu raised his head in surprise, blinking his big eyes, not quite understanding what the mother meant.

"fine."

"Oh."

If no one went to forcefully pull Fu Su back, would she really dare to come to Ying Zheng again?When facing Ying Zheng today, Fusu hides from the boy a little bit because he instinctively thinks that he can rely on him, it seems to be yet to be seen.

In this huge Xianyang Palace, Fusu has no playmates, and no one dares to play with Fusu. For her daughter, this place is more like a wide cage, but it is not a cage outside.

Forget it, this time can be regarded as the childhood she owes Fusu.

Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with a touch of tenderness, his right hand stroked the girl's long smooth hair, and her daughter's beautiful and fair cheeks gradually became green and mature.

My daughter is not too young.

……

For a long time, I didn't know what the mother and daughter said, but finally Ying Zheng took the initiative to let go of the hug under Fusu's reluctant expression. The woman's expression returned to indifference and walked towards him slowly.

Probably to ask for guilt.

Yan Ce sighed deeply, Gou Li's country's life and death depends on... the problem is that he can't go on.

The soles of her boots stepped on the slate, and after a while, she walked up to Yan Ce, raised a pleasant arc, and asked lightly, "What are you thinking about?"

"I wonder how long I can live."

She tapped the scabbard around her waist with her fingers, and gave a vague answer without haste, "Who knows."

Ying Zheng admired the boy's awkward expression for a while, then curled the corners of his lips, "The widow will no longer ask about today's affairs, but only once."

It was so fun just now, but now I don't ask questions anymore, women are so fickle.Of course Yan Ce didn't dare to complain about Qin Wangzheng's waywardness, so he could only laugh and say, "I'm really grateful."

I thought it was over, but unexpectedly, the woman's body got closer and closer.

A fresh and elegant smell poured into Yan Ce's nostrils, and at this moment, the young man's brain was dizzy.

Watching Qin Wangzheng put his head close to his ear, Bai Nen's left hand resting on his shoulder, the perfect radian curve is outlined incisively and vividly, the well-proportioned and slender legs, and the upturned buttocks, must feel amazing to the touch .

"You, were you homesick just now?" Although it was a question, she used a certain tone.

Yan Ce closed his eyes and smiled bitterly: "Maybe, but the family is long gone."

"Is it."

From the lonely look in the boy's eyes, she could see that this sentence was not a lie.

"If you are willing to accompany Fusu."

Ying Zheng lifted the boy's chin with his index finger and stared at the young cheek.

She solemnly announced in a tone of indifference: "This will be your home in the future."

Family?

It had been a long time since no one had spoken to him.

How many years have passed.

Yan Ce also had this rare item in his mind.