Dawn Star Lone Island

Chu Feiyang shook his head and said helplessly: "You, you. It's not that I said, it doesn't matter if you don't care about other things, how can you be so lacking in the squeamish little baby..."

"Who do you think is lacking?" Chu Feiyang, do you want to fight?" Jun Shuying squinted her eyes unhappily.

"I don't want to fight with you, I'm reasoning with you. The ancients thought that knowing a mistake can improve Mo Dayan. Using this kind of iron chain that locks peerless masters to tie the little stone at home alone is not allowed to do this kind of thing. Reasonable. Just listen to the truth, don't always be so stubborn that you don't get in." Chu Feiyang put down the little stone and stood up, his stalwart figure raised his head and stood upright.

"You...Hello! Chu Feiyang, I won't teach you today, you don't know why the pig's head is so big!" Jun Shuying turned around, hurriedly walked to the wall, took off the two swords hanging on them, and threw a handful. To Chu Feiyang, he drew out the sword with a bang, and said angrily, "Draw the sword!"

Chu Feiyang also turned his eyes horizontally, drew his sword out of its sheath, and put the scabbard behind him with his left hand, holding the hilt firmly with his right hand, and the dazzling tip of the sword pointed directly at Jun Shuying.

Jun Shuying was dazzled by the bright reflection of the sword. He didn't expect that Chu Feiyang would just pull it when he said it, and even so simply pointed the sword at him, he was taken aback for a moment, and he was quite uncomfortable in his heart. However, all of those grievances and grievances suddenly turned into Taotian's anger, burning on his chest. Jun Shuying gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and when she moved her foot, a silver light pierced towards Chu Feiyang.

Chu Feiyang took a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, moved his steps lightly, leaned to one side lightly, but did not face the battle. Instead, he pointed the tip of the sword diagonally downward, but quickly flipped the scabbard in his left hand.

Hearing only a sharp sound, Jun Shuying took a closer look and saw that her sword had been firmly held by Chu Feiyang's scabbard. Jun Shuying wanted to pull the sword back with force, but Chu Feiyang threw the sword in his right hand, only grasping the scabbard with force, and drew Jun Shuying to his chest, and suddenly hugged him from behind.

"Alright, alright." Chu Feiyang smiled crookedly, and kissed him behind Jun Shuying's ear, "Don't be so angry, I'm just kidding."

"Asshole, who is joking with you! Let go!" Jun Shuying earned twice, and said bitterly, "Let go, have a good fight with me!"

"No!" Chu Feiyang flatly refused, touching the long hair behind Jun Shuying's head with the tip of his nose affectionately, and said softly: "Where am I willing to fight you."

Jun Shuying struggled twice again, and simply gave up, only turning his head to snorted twice.

Chu Feiyang smiled, released a hand, took off the sword in Jun Shuying's hand and placed it on the table. Fu hugged him again and shook his voice, his voice was almost inaudible: "However, I don't mind going to bed with you and discussing..."

Jun Shuying abruptly broke away from Chu Feiyang, and hurriedly looked back at the little stone that was still sitting obediently on the felt cushion by the table. The cushion was Jun Shuying, who was afraid that he would be cold on the small stones, so he deliberately put a few thick layers on the corner of the table before leaving.

Little Stone's tiger-skin hat is a bit crooked, the thick red cotton coat is embroidered with delicate dark patterns, and two small feet wearing tiger-toed shoes are exposed under the chubby body. He was raising his head curiously, looking at this and that with his **** eyes. Seeing Jun Shuying's attention turned back to him, Xiao Shizhi curled his mouth, lowered his head, and moved his little arm that was too thick to move freely, and his little hand grabbed the band around his stomach. The thin iron chain tugged, causing the iron chain to rattle, and then raised his head to look at Jun Shuying aggrievedly.

Jun Shuying instantly felt what he had never felt when planning bad things before. Chu Feiyang worked hard to make him feel a sense of guilt, a deep sense of guilt. Under the gaze of those **** and white eyes with crystal tears but unwilling to drip, he felt that he had really done something very excessive to the little stone.

Jun Shuying took out the key, walked over and squatted down, straightened the little stone tiger-skin hat, and untied the thin iron chain on his stomach.

Little Stone lowered his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes to play with, unwilling to see Jun Shuying. Jun Shuying regretted treating the little stone like this, picked him up and put him on the table, raised his face to wipe his eyes, and sighed: "Little thing, I'm scared, it won't be anymore next time."

The little stone pouted his mouth and lowered his head to play with the corner of the clothes, as if the corner of the clothes was something worth studying.

Jun Shuying looked at Xiao Shitou as if he didn't want to forgive herself, and some didn't know how to coax him.

Chu Feiyang walked over, flicked his big hand on the forehead of the little stone and smiled: "Okay brat, you can give me a head too. When I came back, you obviously slept on the mat and slept soundly, where? I just wronged you."

Little Stone cried and looked at Chu Feiyang with his lips poked. Chu Feiyang smiled, and spit on the palm of his hand as a gesture. Little Stone raised his hand and wiped his eyes, turned to Jun Shuying and stretched out both hands: "Daddy, Daddy hold Little Stone—"

Looking at the performance of these two people, Jun Shuying was completely powerless, and reluctantly held the little stone in his arms. Little Stone lay contentedly on Jun Shuying's shoulders, buried his face in the warm fur on his neck, and hummed comfortably.

"This kid has a basic knowledge of martial arts, and his skill at acting like a baby is first-rate." Chu Feiyang said helplessly, "Who learned it all from."

Jun Shuying glanced at him, and pointed to the food box on the table: "Stop talking nonsense. This is the food I bought in the restaurant just now. Hurry up and put some cloth on the table for dinner."

Chu Feiyang looked at the exquisitely carved box, stroked his forehead and said, "This thing is a lot of money, right?"

"There's no way, it's too cold outside, and the food will be cold if you don't use the box." Jun Shuying frowned, "Why do you even care about this?"

"Hey..." Chu Feiyang sighed, and while taking out the same delicate dishes from the exquisite box, he sighed helplessly in his heart. The prodigal is really a terrible problem.