Mei Gongqing

It's been five years.

Chen Yong looked up at his son and saw that he was wearing a mask against his family. In that state, he had suddenly forgotten that his appearance was not true. Looks like he's been wearing a mask for a long time.

Thinking of this, Feng thought: When Qilong always sighed at Shangxuan's face, I blamed him for thinking too much. Now it seems that he would rather look ordinary.

By that time, the convoy had moved on.

Wang Xuan jumped onto Chen Rong's carriage, leaning on his mother whispering, and answered his father's words from time to time.

On the other hand, the more the twins look at their sisters, the happier they play. From time to time, the sound of drinking came from time to time. Chen Rong looked up and his eyes rolled round.

He saw Wang Xiao riding on the back of the horse. He threw his own little sister towards the sky. After drawing an arc in the sky, the child's petite body was accurately caught by Wang Ling who rushed to the horse.

At the moment of the girl's arrival, the three laughters came at the same time. This laughter, except for Wang Ying Ling's, belonged to Wang Ying.

Wang Zheng has always been cold, but at this moment Grigg laughs joyfully, as if she were an ordinary little girl.

Watching the two brothers throw like toys at their daughter, Chen Rong raised his eyebrows and shouted: “Easy, lower down.” Though it appears from her martial arts skills that her two sons are far above her, she is afraid that they will fail.

Answering her, not the twins, but the little ones, she screamed mildly: “Don't listen to your mother... she is the most cowardly, not like her big husband. ”

As soon as the sister said this, Wang Zhaole said: “Mother is a woman, certainly not husband.” “Is it true that Po is the big husband?" ”

Wang Ling's words made Wang Zheng crooked his head to think about it. Her big eyes of the Spirit of Water turned and nodded seriously, “My father said that Xiaoer is an English martial artist. I am an English martial artist and a big husband. ”

As soon as the words came out, the three eyes looked at Wang Hong simultaneously.

Wang Hong hummed softly at the expression of his sons, and he reached out and rubbed his forehead. And he thought, "As Aaron said, this child should not listen, and should not listen to prison.

When she saw the twins play again, Chen Rong turned her head and said to Wang Xuan: “My son is 17 years old. Do you have a girl you like? ”

Wang Xuan lowered his head.

Turning to his mother, he picked his eyes, faintly and coldly, and said: "The girl you like? Mother used the wrong word, the women of the world, but so, how can you use the word 'like’? ”

In fact, as a temperamental teenager, he said that very commonly.

But somehow, Chen Rongxin felt like Gordon. He couldn't help but whisper, "What else does Xuan care about besides girls? ”

One word spit out, Wang Xuanfeng's eyes glared at him, and Wang Hong's side glared at Chen Rong.

Subconsciously, Chen Zheng shrunk his head and lowered his head honestly.

Wang Xuan snorted, irritated: “Mother, if that's what others say, the child has to let him lie down for three days.” He glared out loud, "the child is the mother's child. What do you think of the child? Don't the mother know? ”

Chen Yong heard this harsh accusation and shrunk his head again.

Wang Xuan's melancholy temper has not dissipated. He bites his teeth and says: “Son, like father, is a cousin husband. The male * * thing is most unpleasant. ”

Chen Ronglian replied: “Yes, yes.” It's like an echoworm.

Wang Xuan was still annoyed. He glanced at his mother again and shouted, removing the mask.

As this mask was taken, Chen Cheng only felt the light shining in front of him. The original simple and spacious carriage suddenly became gorgeous and bright.

Perhaps he wore a mask all the time. Wang Xuan, 17 years old, had a white face like a jade. His oblique and long phoenix eyes were apathetic, and fluctuated with waves of light.

His five officers' contours, perfect to the point. The perfect elegance inherited from Wang Xuan, coupled with the colour between his eyebrows, constitutes a rare look.

Five years ago, Wang Xuan, though beautiful, was still naive and seemed to be a beautiful teenager to the extreme. But now, his eyebrows are swords, his eyes are cold, his lips are gently lifted, his whole face, like a beautifully carved mountain water, at the same time, he is also impetuous.

Such a face, just afraid to go anywhere, becomes silent.

Wang Xuan took off his mask and turned his head to look seriously at Chen Rong. He said angrily: "Mother, this is the way it is now, but the cousin? ”

Chen Yong busily nodded her head, pointing her head hard, her heart clamored bitterness: she was just so suspicious. As for Xuan, is this how she was annoyed?

Wang Xuan saw her mother's bitter face and hummed softly, deciding to let her go.

Ever since he was a child, Wang Xuan has been a smart and versatile man. He has become accustomed to the same as his father. He is uncomfortable with what his mother has done, and always has to secretly pick it up. As he got used to it, he became less fearful with Chen Yong, more like friends than mothers and sons.

I taught my mother a lesson and saw that she had a good attitude of mistaken identification. Wang Xuan hummed softly and lowered her head, putting her face in her neck nest and pounding, "Mother, I hate being recognized as a sleeveless breaker. ”

He complained: "The father was right to worry, and the last thing a child should ever do is look like a mother. ”

"'Mother didn't mean it,' said Chen Rongxun. ”

She mumbled in agony: "None of you, your father, are satisfied. But since the birth of your sister, your father seems to have confessed his destiny and stopped looking at the mountains. ”

Wang Xuan smiled and scoffed. “That's what he wanted. God gave him an English martial arts, but he was his daughter. Of course I did. ”

He laughed, but his voice was so low that his father didn't want him to hear it.

Mother and son laugh and time flies fast. Half an hour later, the twins were tired, too, and they rushed over. Wang Qiang threw his hands at Wang Xuan in the carriage.

Wang Xuan took over with one hand. As soon as his head was low, he looked into the inky eyes of his sister, Shui Ling Ling. Apparently, she was shocked by his face and touched his face with a small hand.

As he touched his brother's face, Wang Zheng's eyes fluttered with curiosity. After a while, she rubbed against his collar and reached for Wang Xuan's neck.

At this time, Chen Yong reached over.

As soon as he reached out, the doll held Wang Xuan's hand tightly and exclaimed, “Don't mother. ”

"Chen Yang smiled.“ Jia, your brother is tired, let's give it to his mother. ”

“Don't.”

Wang Qiansheng answered in a crisp way, reaching out and touching his face. Suddenly, she said seriously: “Brother, look good, I'll marry you. ”

That's one word out, four next.

"Chen Rong shouted," Hugh, come here, my mother hugged me. ”

At the same time her voice sounded, as well as Wang Qiang Wang's boring voice, “Qiang is not good, the second brother is so good to Qiang, Qiang doesn't say to marry.” "The third brother was so sad. ”

Listening to the complaints of the two brothers, Wang Xuan still held Wang Xuan tightly. Her little face patted on the face of the big brother, winking her eyes crisply and crisply said: “Father used to say, do what is best to do. Big Brother is the most beautiful, the most beautiful child to marry.” Speaking of which, she added, "No, it's the most beautiful.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)