After evacuating the Hou Mansion, I fled famine with my pregnant belly

"Zu Zuruan misses you so much, I miss you in my dreams."

Ruan Ruan rubbed his furry head against Mr. Feng's arms, and said softly.

"Hahaha... Zu Zu also misses my good grandson, Zu Zu also made you a lot of gadgets, go home."

Mr. Feng hugged Ruan Ruan happily and walked towards Feng's house.

Feng Jiuyou touched her nose, did she fall out of favor?

"Sister, sister. I want a sister."

Not far away came a large group of middle-aged and middle-aged men, a few of the Feng family. They also knew that their aunts would come back in the next few days, so they would come to the pier after school to follow the old man and the old lady Feng and wait to see. I didn't go back until dark.

"Grandpa, let me hug my sister."

Silang looked greedily at the softness in Mr. Feng's arms, and wanted to reach out to hug him.

"Go, go, why are you everywhere, brat?"

Fearing that Shiro would rob him of his good grandson, Mr. Feng turned his back on him.

"I want to hug my sister too." Shiro felt aggrieved, Grandpa has been hugging her for a long time, okay?

"You brat, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?" Mr. Feng glared angrily, and then turned to Shiro who was coming up to him.

"Grandpa, why are you like this?"

"How am I?"

"Hahaha... my sister is mine now."

When Mr. Feng was fighting with Shiro, Dalang snatched Ruanrou into his arms with a clever effort, and flew towards the direction of the house.

The eldest brother will always be the eldest brother. In order not to be overtaken by his younger brothers, he has spent a lot of time practicing martial arts in the past few years, and finally broke through to rank nine warriors, and his lightness kung fu is even more proficient!

"Brother, you don't talk about Wude."

Shiro, who originally wanted to do something, also chased after him angrily.

"Brother, put my sister down." Sanlang and Shiro followed.

"Chuck... cluck..."

Ruan Ruan in Da Lang's arms giggled non-stop, it was so fun, so fun.

"These brats."

Seeing that his arms were empty, Mr. Feng cursed in a low voice before looking at Feng Jiuyou with admiration.

"Youyou, welcome home."

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Feng Jiuyou was sensationalized by Mr. Feng's words, and couldn't help but stepped forward to hug Mr. Feng.

"Hey, it's good to be back."

Tears glistened in Mr. Feng's eyes, and he patted Feng Jiuyou's back with his wrinkled hands.

At some point, the old lady with wind in her arms also surrounded her.

"Welcome home, children."

"Old man, let's talk about it when we go home."

Because they were afraid that someone would disturb the gathering of the Feng family, the guards on Jiuyou Island had already dismissed the crowd.

So a group of people returned to Feng's house unimpeded, and Feng's house had long been turned upside down by Ruan Ruan's arrival, and laughter was everywhere.

"Brother Shuo, our house hasn't been this lively for a long time." Mother Feng smiled softly as she watched the children vying for softness in the yard.

"Yeah." Feng Shuo embraced his wife, and the laughing children felt that it hadn't been this lively for a long time.

"Third brother, the one in my belly should be a girl too!" Han Qing looked at the softness of the powder carving jade, and gently stroked her tall belly.

"do not know."

Feng Chenyi's eyes flickered, and he spoke, he dare not tell his wife that there is a brat in her stomach.

When he was five months old, he secretly asked Elder Wu, and he was depressed for a long time when he learned that he was a brat.

The daughter-in-law calls her daughter-in-law to her stomach every day, and the clothes she prepares are also prepared according to the daughter-in-law. If she finds out that she is a brat, why don't she make trouble with him?