My Little Mom is the Richest

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"Ruo'er?!" No wonder he was so strange tonight, but it turned out that he thought of himself as Mrs. Ruoshui. "Ruo'er" was called so kindly and pleasantly. I should have thought of it a long time ago. How could his doting expression, such kind attitude, and such tender eyes be an accident to me?

Enduring the inexplicable pain in his heart, Feng Xueyang rested his head on his leg, carefully massaging the acupuncture points. After a while, Feng Xueyang fell into a deep sleep, staring carefully at the jade-like face, the beautiful width of her eyes closed, the shadow cast by the long eyelashes, the straight nose, and the stubborn and beautiful lips. Is this how you get along with her? Is this where you fell in love for a long time? Is this how she polished your ink, dressed you up, practiced calligraphy and played the piano with you? What else happened to you here? You must have been very happy then, right? Yes, I finally remembered that the familiar female voice in my mind turned out to be Qing Ruoshui, but although the voice was familiar, the feeling was completely different. "The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." This must be Mu Qiu's sigh because of Mrs. Ruoshui's change!

"What kind of person was she before? How could she let you feel so affectionate towards her?" I couldn't see through it, I couldn't figure it out, but I wanted to see through it and figure it out more and more, slowly getting closer, and then getting closer... Suddenly , Feng Xueyang, who was originally sleeping, stretched out his long hand to embrace Mingyue Jun, pressed him under his body, and bowed his head for a kiss.

Mingyue Jun was confused. He had never kissed himself, even on that crazy night, he kissed all over his body but never touched his mouth. What kind of feeling is this? The refreshing aroma of wine, the warm temperature, the soft touch, sometimes grand, sometimes trickling, sometimes crazy, sometimes lingering, obviously suffocated and about to explode, but just can't bear to let go, but after all Still let go. The person who let go was Feng Xueyang. He was still chanting "Ruo'er" before he woke up.

"Didn't we agree?... We agreed!" She promised not to fall in love with him, promised not to fall in love with him, such a superior person! Such a stunningly talented person! How many women want to love him in this world? How many women are there in this world who are worthy of him? You shouldn't expect it, but why is your heart so painful, sour, and empty? Why are you still crying? Could it be that just his few pleasant looks made you delusional? Who do you think you are? Want to imitate Qing Ruoshui? But how many people in this world are as clear as water? Even she can't go back, let alone you? Among the people he wants, you are never included. It's time to go, this place belongs to them, you shouldn't interfere, don't see the disappointed look in his eyes when he wakes up.

Without wiping away the tears on his face, he covered Feng Xueyang with a quilt, found lotus and osmanthus silver charcoal, smashed it and lit it in the purple jade stove. The fragrance of lotus and osmanthus filled the whole room. He stood up straight and straightened his clothes. , slowly walked out.

When he reached the door and was about to leave, he saw a snow-white shadow on the table. I couldn't help but turn around and take a closer look, but I didn't know when there was a white fox lying on the desk, looking at me with disdain with its dripping black eyes. Yes, it is disdain! For some reason, Mingyue Jun was neither panicked nor amazed by its beauty when he suddenly saw such a fox. He was just a little angry for no reason! He couldn't help pouting, and looked at the white fox provocatively, "What are you looking at? It's sneaky, it's obviously a fox, but it looks like a mouse! Huh!" ,,.