Tits are fierce and fat, blowing hair online

"Qiaoqiu, accompany me to a place today."

Before dawn, Feng Ran pulled Xiao Feijiu out of the nest, and the two slightly long feathers on Xiao Feijiu's head were still standing upright, swaying left and right with his movements, looking dazed.

Seeing that Qiu Yu was still confused, Feng Ran stuffed him into his pocket and took him away.

Feng Ran went a bit far this time, the drive was bumpy along the way, Xiao Feijiu woke up halfway, looked at Feng Ran blankly, and tilted his head: "Jiujiu?"

This is where to go.

Feng Ran nodded Qiu Yu's soft head: "Do you still remember my mother? Let's go find him today."

Thinking of that gentle lady, Qiu Yu instantly relaxed, and fell limply on Feng Ran's lap, like a puddle of melted cakes, opened his mouth to accept Feng Ran's biscuits at ease.

"Master, you are back."

After getting out of the car, Yan Ran was stopped by the butler, the old man smiled and said: "Young master hasn't had breakfast yet, the marshal and his wife are waiting for you in the dining room."

Qiu Yu poked his head out secretly, glanced at the wall clock in the room, and immediately retracted like a little gopher.

It's already 09:30 am.

Feng Ran nodded, walked into the restaurant with strides, and raised his voice: "Mom, I'm back."

After greeting the noble lady, he turned his eyes to the other side and nodded, "Dad."

"Jingle--"

It was the sound of tableware being heavily placed on the table, and a majestic male voice said coldly: "I knew that once you live outside, you will indulge yourself. Let's see what time is it?"

Feng Ran sat across the table without saying a word.

Intuition told Qiu Yu who was hiding in Feng Ran's pocket that it was a bit dangerous here.

He secretly hid himself in his pocket, hugged the tail feathers that had grown a bit longer, and even hid the two little hairs on his head, for fear that the fierce-sounding uncle would find him, tearing his hands apart. little bird.

Thinking that Qiu Yu hadn't had a good breakfast, Feng Ran broke off a small piece of cake and fed it into his pocket.

Brothers!

Qiu Yu was so moved that tears filled his eyes, he quickly poked out his small mouth to grab the piece of cake, and ate it in Feng Ran's pocket.

The entrance is crispy, soft and glutinous, and it is so sweet that it seems that butter has farted in his mouth.

Qiu Yu himself was stunned into silence by the metaphor that flashed in his mind, but when he smashed it carefully, he found it quite vivid. After all, the cake was so delicious.

Xiao Feijiu was so satisfied that his eyes narrowed. After swallowing the cake, he secretly pecked at Feng Ran's clothes, signaling that he still wanted it.

When feeding the second piece, Marshal Feng caught Yan Ran's movement.

He snorted heavily, and his tone was quite bad: "Where did you get so many little tricks at the dinner table?"

Feng Ran withdrew his hand helplessly, took advantage of the situation to comfort Xiao Feijiu in his pocket, and signaled him not to worry.

Who knew, the Marshal became even more angry, and slapped the table heavily with a "slap": "Where's the stuff in the pocket? Take it out!"

The sound was so loud that Qiu Yu was frightened into a daze, he didn't dare to move, and tried to shrink into a ball, reducing his sense of existence.

Mrs. Feng on the side spoke, her voice was soft and unhurried: "Okay sir, Xiao Feng came back after a long time, why are you being so fierce to him?"

Marshal Feng frowned, but in the end he didn't pursue further.

After this incident happened, Qiu Yu didn't even dare to ask for cakes. He covered his hungry stomach with his wings, and his eyes were sour from the grievance.

Feng Ran planned to go upstairs to feed Qiu Yu after eating, but just as he was about to get up, he was stopped by Marshal Feng again: "Wait, what is that bulging in your pocket?"

"Sir, you..."

Mrs. Feng still wanted to stop him, but when she saw Feng Ran turn around, her expression was cold and impatient: "It's nothing."

Marshal Feng didn't like Feng Ran's appearance the most, and he frowned fiercely when he heard the words: "Nothing? Nothing, why are you hiding so much?"

"Sir, why do you look like you have taken gunpowder today?"

Mrs. Feng quickly winked at Feng Ran who was on the side, and let him go upstairs.

Marshal Feng snorted heavily: "If you don't ask clearly, what if he brought a bomb and blows up the Marshal's mansion?"

The little bomb huddled in the burning pocket and did not dare to move. Only by smelling and sucking him could he gain a little sense of security.

This uncle is really scary.

Feng Ran frowned, and took out the small ball bomb from his pocket: "It's just a bird I raised."

"Do you still keep animals?"

After seeing Qiu Yu, Marshal Feng frowned even deeper, and he slapped the table: "Give it to me!"

Qiu Yu's beady eyes instantly became terrified, and he raised his eyes to look at Feng Ran as if asking for help, and even hugged his arm tightly with his wings, as if he was afraid that he would be given up by Feng Ran.

If it fell into the hands of that uncle, would it instantly turn into a ripped bird?

But obviously Feng Ran didn't intend to hand over Qiu Yu, he was in a stalemate with the marshal, and frowned when he heard this: "You don't have to worry about me."

Mrs. Feng on one side was afraid that the relationship between father and son would be even worse: "Oh, Xiao Feng, your dad has no bad intentions, he just wants to see this little bird."

Qiu Yu still remembered this gentle lady. Although she said she was fat, Qiu Yu still had a good impression of her in his heart.

But obviously, the conflict between father and son cannot be developed overnight, and Feng Ran on one side obviously doesn't believe his mother's words.

The father and son faced each other, one was standing and the other was sitting, but they were equally powerful. Qiu Yu, who was sandwiched between the two, had a weak leg and almost fell off Feng Ran's arm.

God, what kind of Shura field is this? It's too scary.

Xiao Feijiu's spine felt chills, and he hugged his weak, pitiful and innocent self in fear.

Marshal Feng's eyes shifted to Qiu Yu, Qiu Yu was so severe that cold sweat was about to break out, he held onto Feng Ran's sleeve tightly and refused to let go, and trembled a little.

Marshal Feng suddenly sighed and spoke slowly.

"Jiujiu," the expression on his face was still very severe, but his tone softened a lot, "Come here, come to me."

Qiu Yu:? ? ?

What a development.

Mrs. Feng on the side quickly pushed Marshal Feng: "I told you that people are not called Jiujiu, but Qiuqiu. You have scared this little bird."

Marshal Feng's attitude softened a little, but he was still awkward. He picked up a piece of cake from the table and tore it open, his tone as serious as a military order: "Qiaoqiu, come to me!"

Little Fat Chirp had just eaten half full in the morning, and at this time the milk-scented cake was silently exuding an alluring aroma, as if dancing crazily in front of him.

Qiu Yu secretly swallowed.

Mrs. Feng quickly extended her hand to Qiu Yu: "Qiaoqiu, come to me, okay?"

Qiu Yu gave Feng Ran a suspicious look, as if he was asking for his opinion.

Seeing his mother, Feng Ran's expression also softened: "Mom, why are you teasing him?"

"I didn't tease him!" Mrs. Feng said confidently, "If you keep pets, don't you have a son?"

Feng Ran looked at his mother helplessly, as if waiting to see what warning words she could say.

The noble lady stroked Qiu Yu's white and soft head, Xiao Feijiu half-closed his eyes, and there were some long fluff on his head, which was so cute.

"You raised a son, isn't it equivalent to us raising a grandson?" Seeing Xiao Feijiu, Mrs. Feng liked it even more. "Our precious grandson, you still don't let us take a look, it's too much!"

Flame sealing: ...

Qiu Yu who recognized his father and grandparents out of thin air: ...

Marshal Feng on the side came forward, his tone still fierce: "I just noticed that the things in your pocket are moving! Feed a bird for you, can I still eat him?"

With that said, he also spread his hands towards Qiu Yu.

That hand looked weather-beaten at first glance, with large and small calluses scattered on it, and a few scratches left by shrapnel.

Qiu Yu had mixed feelings in his heart, and he even couldn't bear to reject the uncle in front of him, even though he risked his life at any time.

He took a peek at Feng Ran, and after realizing that he had no objections, he stretched out a small scarlet jiojio, and stepped on Marshal Feng's palm.

Marshal Feng's face softened a little, and he also touched Xiaoniao's head like Mrs. Feng.

Although he has a rough temper, his hands are really gentle, and the thick calluses are shaved so that Xiao Feijiu is quite comfortable. Qiu Yu shook his wings and relaxed his vigilance.

Seeing the happy scenes of them, Feng Ran withdrew his hand and said, "Then I'll go up first."

After leaving this sentence, he put his pockets on and went upstairs.

Looking at Feng Ran's slightly lonely back, Qiu Yu was at a loss.

"Oh, Xiao Feng, why..."

Marshal's wife also noticed Feng Ran's leaving figure, and said in a daze, but Marshal snorted again and said, "Let him go, I don't want to bother with him."

As he said that, the marshal asked the servant who was waiting to get a glass of milk, and his tone became more gentle: "Little Jiujiu, do you want to drink milk? Have a bite of cake and give me a chirp, okay?"

Qiu Yu, who was still trembling just now: ...

He really didn't expect that the Marshal actually had two faces.

Qiu Yu fluttered his little wings and landed on the Marshal's arm, lowered his head and pecked at the cake bit by bit, and enjoyed eating with his swollen stomach.

After eating the cake, Marshal found out a cat teasing stick from nowhere, and shook it at Qiu Yu: "Xiao Jiujiu, come to play a game?"

Qiu Yu:? ? ?

He spread his wings, stretched his wings towards Marshal Feng, and tilted his head: "Chirp?"

Look, how am I like a kitten!

Marshal Feng still persevered in letting the cat teasing stick dangle in front of Qiu Yu, as if I would not stop until you played with me.

Seeing Qiu Yu's indifference, the marshal's wife couldn't help it: "Oh, that's not how the little bird plays..."

In the middle of speaking, she stopped.