Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Seeing this scene, Mu Yan pursed his lips and did not speak. He lowered his head and carelessly fiddled with Xia Feng Xiaoyu's sponge ball.

The little lord god prefers to cling to his mother. When the soft little one with the fragrance of milk fell into Feng Qian's arms, he hugged his mother's neck actively, and his little eyes were soft. This kind of silent coquettish, Feng Qian I can't bear it.

As usual, Feng Qian took the little guy into her arms, and she stood up carefully holding the child.

Mu Yan was a little depressed and didn't speak.

Since the addition of a child in the family, Feng Qian's attention has been divided by most of him.

The baby is so big, His Royal Highness Mu Yan felt left out.

Being left out in the cold, His Highness didn't say a word, silently depressed in the corner alone.

He looked at the sponge ball in his hand without looking up.

Being jealous with his own child, Mu Yan also felt a little dazed.

He is usually a little cold and not very good at making children happy, so Feng Xiaoyu is more clingy to his mother.

When the little guy clings to Fengqian, he is like a superfluous person.

Counting it, it had been a long time since he had spent the world of two in peace and harmony.

Mu Yan pursed his lips slightly, and slowly put the sponge ball on the cushion, he stood up, hesitated, and walked towards Feng Qian.

"Let me coax him, Qianqian will rest for a while."

Mu Yan stretched out his hand towards Fengqian.

Feng Qian also felt a little tired, so she prepared to hand Feng Xiaoyu into His Royal Highness's arms.

However, the little guy turned his face away, buried his head in Feng Qian's arms, and grabbed her clothes tightly, trying not to let his father hug him.

Feng Qian: "..."

Mu Yan: "..."

"He seems to still want to be hugged by me."

"Um."

His Highness was a little disappointed, Feng Qian noticed it, she sat on the edge of the bed, holding Feng Xiaoyu on her lap.

One big and one small face each other.

Feng Qian had a malicious expression on purpose, "Don't you like Dad?"

The little guy opened his eyes wide and didn't respond.

"Why don't you hug me?"

The little guy hung his head and fiddled with his fingers.

"Father is also very fond of small metaphors."

The little guy probably understood a little bit, so he smacked his mouth and nodded his head.

This is a smart little guy.

Feng Qian then put him on the cushion, probably realizing that he shouldn't be indifferent to his father, the little guy stood on the cushion and walked towards Mu Yan.

His steps are still a bit unsteady, but he can cover a good distance.

The little guy walked up to Mu Yan, and immediately hugged his father's leg.

Big eyes looked at mother innocently.

Feng Qian couldn't help but smile.

Mu Yan was also slightly taken aback, he squatted down slowly, the corners of his lips curled up gently, he spread his palms towards the child, a golden divine light flashed, and a sponge ball appeared there.

Feng Xiaoyu opened his eyes wide, holding the sponge ball with his soft hands.

Such a warm scene also made the corners of Feng Qian's lips set off a soft smile.

She had never imagined such a scene before.

She will fall in love with someone and have a home.

She never thought that that person would be His Royal Highness Mu Yan.

Feng Xiaoyu is still young, and the former main god and Mu Yan are helping to take care of things in the small plane.

The people of Shenyu are also very concerned about the growth of the little Lord God.

Feng Qian wants to give the little guy more love, but for him, sometimes, only by growing alone can he grow more tenaciously.

Just now she was deliberately aggressive to the little guy, not because Feng Xiaoyu really didn't like His Highness, Feng Qian knew that this kid was still a little clingy to his parents, but he also had his own arrogant little temper.

Sometimes being fierce is also a kind of education.