"Uncle also misses my cute little group of girls!"

　　Feng Xinglang kissed the little thing's little face, which could be broken with a flick of a finger, and then released an arm to reach to his son who was bowing to the side.

　　"Little friend Feng Linnuo... Don't tell me you don't want to be a handsome biological father? "

　　Little friend Linnuo pouted arrogantly, looking like she was being too stubborn to get close to him.

　　"Giving a little face to your father …" It's so painful to think about you, daddy! "

　　Only then did little friend Linnuo abandon the intelligent robot in his hand and ran over, "Let me see if your heart really hurts?"

　　After reaching to hug the little guy, Feng Xinglang wiped his slightly bearded face vigorously on the little guy's tender face. This caused the little fellow to continuously giggle.

　　The father and son pair's intimate laughter couldn't bring out the woman that they had been yearning for day and night?

　　"Nuonuo, where's your mother?"

　　When they returned from the airport, Feng Xinglang called Nanny An and knew that his wife Xueluo was also home.

　　"Mommy's sleeping again."

　　The little guy used 'again'.

　　"Sleeping again? Is Mommy not feeling well? "

　　Feng Xinglang placed the two children in his arms back onto the ground.

　　"No!" It's just that I can really sleep! "

　　"Daddy's luggage contains gifts for you and the group. You can go get them yourselves. Dad went upstairs to see your mommy. "

　　"A present for the company? Thank you, Uncle! "

　　The cute girl immediately ran towards the Xiao Hu uncle who was pus.h.i.+ng the luggage in.

　　"Feng Yunzi, don't touch my gift!" Linnuo's little friend also chased after him.

　　Only then was Feng Xinglang able to escape and go upstairs to see the woman who was sleeping in his son's mouth.

　　The master bedroom on the third floor was filled with warmth: Xueluo was sleeping within the thin silk quilt s, her black, s.h.i.+ny, soft hair was spread out on top of a graceful and luxurious pillow, her entire person giving off a kind of lazy, peaceful beauty.

　　The man leaned over, placed his warm big palm into the silk quilt, and lightly examined the woman's beautiful figure.

　　The soundly asleep Xueluo could only mutter under her breath, like a lazy kitten, soft and beautiful to the point that it captivated one's heart.

　　Feng Xinglang did not speak, he used his thin and dense lips to inform the woman of his existence.

　　From Xueluo's white shoulders all the way to her vigorous kiss, he repeatedly kissed her neck.

　　Xueluo snorted, then closed his sleepy eyes, "Xinglang, stop messing around …. Let me sleep a little more! "

　　The man seemed to be dissatisfied with the words of the woman that he didn't miss her.

　　He probed his daughter's forehead, but there was no sign of fever.