The Rest Of My Life Is For You

"I……"

"I actually ..."

Qiao Yuanfei spoke several times and finally stopped.

Her cheeks were red. If it wasn't for Fan Yu holding her shoulders to keep her from moving, she would be afraid that she had covered herself in the quilt.

"It doesn't matter if you have no experience, just nod your head and I'll do all the hard work."

Fan Yu thought she was shy and offered a "good intention".

Shameless, Qiao Yuanfei was shocked.

Is this still the fan feather she knows?

The gentle gentleman, and the imposing gentleman ... Well, now it has fallen like a mansion.

The culprit, is she?

Qiao Yuanfei moved her lips a bit, originally intended to be emotional. Whoever knew what was coming to her mouth changed her taste unconsciously.

"Are you very experienced?"

The vinegar smell cannot be masked.

Fan Yu froze, and then ticked his lips.

"No, but once born and cooked twice, I am looking forward to it."

"..."

Qiao Yuanfei really blushed, red like a ripe tomato.

What kind of rebirth can I hang on my lips?

Qiao Yuanfei once again had the illusion that Fan Fei might have been transferred.

Especially his last sentence, "I'm looking forward to it," made Qiao Yuanfei inexplicably feel that the person who is not wearing clothes now is not Fan Yu but her feelings.

She covered her face with her hands and didn't look.

I thought Fan Yu was just joking, but he kept staring at her, with a serious expression, as if waiting for her answer.

This made Qiao Yuanfei sting again.

Do you really want to sleep together?

"Vanfan is five and a half years old and can use soy sauce. Don't you think he lacks a brother?"

Fan Yu asked sincerely.

Without talking about her sister, she was afraid that Qiao Yuanfei said there were six or six.

As a result, it is okay to mention Vatican. As soon as Vatican was mentioned, Qiao Yuanfei immediately thought of a Vatican who stayed in the guest room.

Fan Yu did not stop her.

Because the door rang first.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao, the person outside the door was Fanfan.

"Uncle Fan, my mother is gone ..."

Hearing, the two people in the room turned around and sat up.

Fan Yu was about to bully Qiao Yuanfei and her shirt was off.

With one hand out, take the shirt and put it on your body again.

Just dressed, Qiao Yuanfei had opened the door.

Vatican's erect small body, standing in a military posture, stood at the door.

Seeing Qiao Yuanfei, exquisite little face, she raised a warm smile.

"mom."

"Mom is here." Qiao Yuanfei crouched down and hugged him, and just about to pick him up, Fanfan asked suddenly.

"Mom, is Uncle Fan really my dad?"

Qiao Yuanfei: "..."

Qiao Yuanfei was stiff.

There was a pause for a few seconds.

Fanfan was small when she was adopted by her. She never told him that he was a child abandoned by his parents.

In Vatican's heart, she has always been identified as his biological mother.

At a young age, because she was worried that she would be unhappy, she never liked to chase and ask her father like children of other single-parent families.

Vatican rarely asks this question.

Now he asked, meaning he really wanted to know.

But Fan Yu is not ...

"Yes."

Qiao Yuanfei didn't figure out how to answer Fanfan's question, and Fan Yu who walked to the door slowly took the lead to speak.

He stepped forward and hugged Vatican in his arms.

Hugged him and sat down on the sofa in the room.

Gently looking at Fanfan, thin lips slightly opened.