Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 1198
The room was lit with incense, and it was quiet and warm. When Ming Qianjue walked in, he immediately saw the warm sun leaning on the beauty's couch.

She lowered her eyebrows and smiled at the corners of her mouth. Her whole body was enveloped in a layer of peace and beauty. She held a baby in her arms, one big and one small, and looked at each other with open eyes.

Hearing footsteps, Feng Nuanyang raised his head, saw Ming Qianjue not far away, and immediately smiled slightly: "You're back!"

Ming Qianjue nodded, hurriedly went to the inner room to take a shower, and then sat beside her: "Is Xiao'er obedient today?"

"Don't cry or make trouble, like to laugh, better than Qingyang when she was a child!" Feng Nuanyang looked at the pure child in his arms with a trace of satisfaction on his face.

"He's a good boy," Ming Qianjue set his eyes on the baby when he heard her words. He was no more like Ming Qingyang than Ming Qingyang, but this child's eyes were somewhat similar to Nuan Yang's. That's why he glanced at him. just like it.

"Hey, I'm a grandmother now, and I'm old," Feng Nuanyang's eyes flashed a look of melancholy, looking at the beauty in front of him, but time has left traces on his face after all.

Ming Qianjue was stunned for a moment, met her eyes, and put his arms around her body: "You are not old, you are the prettiest in my eyes."

He didn't know what her worries were, he only wanted to make her happy, but seeing this man's serious face, she found it very funny.

After lunch, the child was taken away by his wife. She leaned on the couch and looked at the man next to him who was seriously correcting the official documents.

Feeling her gaze, Ming Qianjue would raise his head to look at her from time to time.

The two have been together for many years, and the initial passion has faded away, and this relationship has become more precious.

Feng Nuanyang unconsciously fell asleep on the couch.

Suddenly, she saw the busy streets, the crowds rushing to work, the familiar school, and the children whose faces were full of vitality.

She walked forward in a trance, passed through one wall after another, and came to a familiar villa.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice sounded in my ear: "Oh..."

Accompanied by the woman's exclamation, a figure rushed in, carefully held the woman's hand, and said nervously, "What's the matter? Didn't you say that I'll do these things? Come on, sit down, I'll give it to you." Disinfect the bag!"

This voice was like a thunderstorm, splitting Feng Nuanyang's chaotic consciousness. She looked at the white shirt in front of her, and her handsome cheek was full of anxiety. It was different from that calm and cold man, but this face was still the one in her memory. open.

She looked at the man in front of her, and then looked around, and suddenly felt a shudder in her heart. This was her previous life's modern home, and she actually wore it back, no, it was her soul.

"No, I want to do it myself!" The woman's delicate voice was full of dissatisfaction, but the whole person could not hear a trace of emotion, but was full of happiness and dependence.

Feng Nuanyang had never seen Xiang Yuchen dote on a woman so much, she felt complicated in her heart, raised her head to look at the woman in his arms, and suddenly a feeling of familiarity and strangeness came over her heart.

The shoulder-length hair was slightly curly, and a pair of dark eyes with innocence and smiles, which were at the height of his shoulders, made the two of them look extraordinarily harmonious.

She grabbed his white shirt and smiled triumphantly and slyly.

(End of this chapter)