Chapter 365

Lele bit the marshmallow, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I want to play."

Zhao Fulin: "she really lost her sight. Why didn't she find that she was so brave before?

Mu Tingfeng has been quietly standing on the side listening to the dialogue between the two mother and son. After seeing Zhao Fulin's delicate face because of Lele's reply, a layer of obvious ripples rippled in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here."

As soon as Zhao Fulin heard Mu Tingfeng's words, she immediately turned her head and glared at him fiercely. What is this damned bastard talking about? Who's afraid? She won't be afraid of such things!

When Lele heard Mu Tingfeng's words, he quickly learned from her: "mom is not afraid, and LeLe will protect her."

Zhao Fulin: "why is there a sudden sense that Lele has been damaged by someone?!

Zhao Fulin finally did not fight Lele's eye attack. With a sigh, she and Mu Tingfeng took her child into the dark ghost house.

In the black caves, only a few faint lights can make people see the road under their feet, so as not to fall.

Under the dense light and shadow, but let life out of a little gloomy chill, very creepy.

With the faint light, Lele widens her eyes and carefully looks at the road ahead, while Zhao Fulin concentrates on Lele ahead. The mother and son with their own thoughts don't find that there is still one person slowly approaching until

The soft touch from the side of her face startled Zhao Yulin. She almost screamed in the same place. She was stiff and looked around, but she saw a familiar handsome face.

"Mu! Court! Maple Zhao Fulin deliberately lowered her voice with an obvious wind and rain.

Mu Tingfeng reluctantly straightened his body, and then pursed his lips. Ignoring Zhao Fulin's indignation, he replied: "you just kiss him."

In fact, you just kiss him, but you didn't kiss me, so I got it back by myself.

He? You mean Lele? It seems that she just had a kiss with Lele

Zhao Fulin was embarrassed. This guy can't even eat his son's vinegar!

Zhao Fulin gives Mu Tingfeng a hard look and walks towards Lele.

Fortunately, it was dark inside the cave. Otherwise, Mu Tingfeng would be able to see the blush on her face.

Mu Tingfeng, who succeeded in stealing incense, didn't care about Zhao Fulin's indignant glance. He bent his lips in a good mood and walked toward his mother and son.

The whirring wind came from somewhere, blowing on the hard cliff and making sounds like the scream of a fierce ghost, which made the hair of several people in the cave stand up.

All of a sudden, a shadow came out from the side, with long black hair, pale face, and red blood left from the eyes.

Lele, who was walking in the front, was the first one to be scared. Her small face suddenly turned white. No matter who was standing behind her, she turned around and stabbed each other. She hugged each other's thighs and cried out with a little cry: "ah, mom, it's terrible!"

"Lele..." Zhao Fulin's concerned voice came over, but not from the head, but from the side.

"Why?" Lele was stunned for a moment, and then found that the feeling of her thigh was not the same as usual, hard, not as soft as her mother's.

Lele tilted his head in doubt, followed his thigh, bit by bit up, up, up again, and finally saw the real appearance of the thigh master he was holding.

"Ah..." Lele took a cold breath, and his hand on Mu Tingfeng's thigh was not put, not put. He had to stand in the same place, staring at Mu Tingfeng with big eyes and motionless.

In fact, Mu Tingfeng's surprise is no less than Lele's.

He had just followed them in silence, looking at them, but he didn't know how the little one got stuck in his own body and held his thigh tightly.

When seeing the child looking up at himself, Mu Tingfeng suddenly understood that this little boy must have jumped on the wrong person.

Hesitated next, Mu Tingfeng slowly bent down the body.

Lele was thinking about how to get away, but suddenly felt the shadow on his head shaking. As soon as he looked up, he saw Mu Tingfeng's face getting closer and closer. He was so scared that he closed his eyes for fear that Mu Tingfeng would hit someone.

However, the expected pain did not appear. Instead, a pair of broad and warm hands gently passed through his armpit and slowly lifted him off the ground.

The sudden sense of weightlessness makes Lele open her eyes in a hurry, which is a face close at hand.

The man's face is as cold and hard as the impression, but his hands, his arms, are very warm, very... Reassuring.

Lele hesitated for a moment and tentatively touched Mu Tingfeng's shoulder. After he was sure that he would not be angry, he was a little more courageous and held Mu Tingfeng's neck tightly with his two hands.

After all this, I found that Mu Tingfeng's face didn't show any displeasure. Lele completely let go of her heart. She tightly held Mu Tingfeng's neck and indulged herself in the embrace of her nostalgia.

This man is taller and stronger than his mother, so his arms are much bigger than his mother's, just like his hands, much bigger than his mother's.

It's easy to wrap Lele in his arms. Although I don't know why, Lele feels very happy when he just nests in his arms

Mu Tingfeng is stiff because of Lele's action. The child's unique light milk fragrance follows the breeze and gets into his nostrils little by little, and then spreads to his four limbs.

The baby in my arms is really too soft, so fragile that people worry that as long as their strength is a little bit heavier, they will damage him.

Mu Tingfeng is not the first time to hold a child, but never a child like his arms, let him care, let him at a loss.

The beating of the heart accompanied by the rapid acceleration of the child's breathing in his neck, driving the whole body's blood boiling uncontrollably at this moment.

This child is his son, the closest person in the world to him!

Zhao Fulin quietly looked at the scene on the side, and the expression on her face had changed from surprise at the beginning to helplessness and... Gratification.

What Duan Yarong is not at home, worried about the boredom of Lele at home, is just an excuse.