Yang Shu Mei Ying

With a clear cry, Chu Feiyang's heart moved inexplicably.

That's ... his child, the child he shared with Jun Shuying.

Gao Fang's voice also sounded like pine nuts, and laughed: "It's a boy."

Chu Feiyang repeated in a low voice: "Boy."

The firewood crackled in the fire and was washed high for little babies.

Gao Fang first asked Chu Feiyang if he knew how to clean up the children, and he said categorically that he didn't understand. Such a small and soft thing, he really was afraid he would break it with a slip of his hand. It's perfect to clear it up.

Chu Feiyang wiped with a cloth towel moistened with warm water. Although all the people in the rivers and lakes were beaten and killed, the **** rain has never been so engraved on the pale skin on the pale skin in front of him.

"I haven't seen any great scenes of Heroes Chu, and I'm afraid of this trivial matter." Chu Feiyang took the next meal, ignored him, and continued the movement at hand.

Gao Fang had wrapped the baby and came over in her arms, chuckling at the baby with her eyes closed in her arms. Uncle Gao hurts you, OK, OK. "

Chu Feiyang threw away the last blood-stained cloth towel, and then stood up.

"Can I hug it?" Chu Feiyang looked at the small baby wrinkled into a quiet and quiet baby.

"Of course. You are his dad." Gao Fang laughed and handed the child to Chu Feiyang.

Chu Feiyang carefully hugged the child. The baby in his arms was so soft and small. He didn't know how to use force, but could only hold his arms rigidly.