The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 351 Immortal Venerable, Hug Me (15)

Mu Feng was silent for a while.

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help laughing again.

"Blame me for forgetting that you are just such a small child."

He sighed and shook his head, then stepped forward, leaned slightly, put his hands under her armpits, and hugged her up.

Qiao Rong wrapped her hands around his neck subconsciously.

Mu Feng paused for a second, then put her directly on the bench beside her.

Then he also sat down on the wicker chair on the other side.

Qiao Rong blinked at him.

He glanced at her, then slightly raised his hand, and unhurriedly unwrapped the oiled paper package on the table.

Looking at his slender fingers, Qiao Rong began to worry that the oil stains on the oiled paper bag would stain his porcelain-white skin like jade.

But her worries were obviously superfluous.

After Mu Feng nimbly unwrapped the oiled paper bag, his whole body was still so clean that there was not even a speck of dust.

He pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake spread on the parchment paper towards her, and said, "Eat it."

Qiao Rong was stunned for a moment, looked at him and asked doubtfully, "Won't the Immortal Venerable eat it?"

The corners of Mu Feng's lips were slightly curved, and he smiled gently: "I've already bigu, not to mention, this is your children's favorite food, I still don't want to take love away."

Qiao Rong looked at him with a tolerant and encouraging look, and didn't say anything else.

She raised her hand, gently pinched a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and took a bite.

Then his eyes lit up.

I have to say, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is really delicious.

Soft, glutinous and sweet, with some sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, but not greasy at all.

It was very much to her liking.

She ate several pieces in a row.

Mu Feng sat on the side all the time, looking at her with a smile.

During the period, he was afraid that she would choke, so he even poured her a cup of tea thoughtfully.

Finally, Qiao Rong, who had already eaten dinner and stuffed a whole bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, went back to her house with a round belly.

At night, she lay on the bed while touching her little belly, meditating slightly.

After a while, she suddenly whispered to herself: "The Immortal is really gentle..."

The ball popped out of nowhere.

[Hehehe, such a gentle immortal, do you like the host?Do you want to hurry up? 】

Qiao Rong paused and frowned slightly: "Qiaoqiu, have you forgotten that I'm still a child?"

Qiuqiu was stunned, and looked at her round but short body carefully, and said: [Yes...]

After a pause, it cheered up again, and comforted: [It's okay host!When you grow up, it's not too late to win the Immortal Venerable! 】

Qiao Rong didn't speak.

She turned over and grabbed the corner of the quilt, but she was thinking silently.

Although this kind of fairy has a completely different personality from the young master himself, there is one thing in common that is so strong that she cannot ignore it.

That is the kind of immortal temperament and sense of distance in him that people dare not play with.

Especially those eyes of his, which are gentle but calm, seem to be able to accommodate everything, and seem not to be disturbed by anything outside of him.

It seemed that getting a little closer, or even just looking directly at him, was a kind of blasphemy against him.

Qiao Rong sighed slightly.

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(End of this chapter)