The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Fu Jiaojiao and Fu Xianxian turned around.

As soon as they turned around, the two saw an enlarged face in front of them.

Seeing this handsome face, the two took several steps back one after another. People who didn't know thought they had encountered some kind of scourge.

"..."

Seeing this person in front of him, Fu Xianxian was quite frightened.

She raised her hand, patted her chest lightly, and swallowed wildly.

Fu Xianxian reached out and pinched her thigh, and the pain hit her. She gasped in pain, and her pretty and flamboyant face wrinkled together.

Damn, this is really not a dream.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Fu Xianxian's voice was like that of a mosquito, very small and lacking in confidence.

Fu Huaizheng: "..."

He was silent, didn't say a word, and stared at the two people in front of him with a sense of oppression.

"Zheng Zheng..."

Fu Jiaojiao twitched her hands together anxiously, lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.

"..."

Looking at the appearance of these two little girls, the smile in Mu Changying's eyes was so full that it was about to overflow.

The corners of her mouth were raised slightly, quietly watching the farce in front of her, without stepping forward to disturb her.

After watching them for a few seconds, Fu Huaizheng secretly sighed.

He raised his hand and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses above the bridge of his nose. He looked like a gentle scum, with abstinence written all over his body, which was extraordinarily attractive.

"The famous capital city is not peaceful recently, it's better for you to come out less."

"If you have to come out, then do a good job of protection."

His tone was cold, his attitude was serious, and there was indifference between his brows and eyes.

This rigid appearance made Fu Xianxian and Fu Jiaojiao uneasy.

Seeing the two of them shaking their heads, Fu Huaizheng frowned slightly, and his tone was a little cold again, "Did you pay attention to what I said?"

Fu Jiaojiao and Fu Xianxian pursed their lips and said reluctantly, "I heard it."

The two wanted to cry, but they didn't expect to be caught when they came out. This is too miserable.

"Hmm..." Fu Jiaojiao lowered her head and sniffed.

The heavy nasal voice caught Fu Huaizheng's attention, and he frowned, "Raise your head."

Fu Jiaojiao hesitated, "I..."

He steps forward.

Putting one hand on Fu Jiaojiao's shoulder, and pinching her chin with the other hand, he forced her to look up forcefully.

"Well……"

Although the strength in his hand was well grasped, she still felt a little bit of pain.

"..."

Seeing Fu Jiaojiao's slightly red chin, Fu Huaizheng's eyes quickly flashed a hint of distress.

There were layers of ripples in his heart, and a thin callus on his abdomen, gently rubbing her chin.

"good……"

His voice was hoarse and deep.

Hearing this voice, Fu Jiaojiao felt particularly wronged in her heart.

She sniffed, and there were layers of mist in her eyes.

There are tears in his eyes, and his misty look makes people look very pitiful.

"Zheng Zheng..."

Fu Jiaojiao pursed her lips and looked at the man in front of her with teary eyes.

"Good, Jiaojiao."

Seeing her like this, Fu Huaizheng's eyes under the lens showed pity, and his heart throbbed with pain.

"Zhengzheng...wow..."

The softer the consolation, the more aggrieved Fu Jiaojiao felt.

The tears in her eyes could no longer be suppressed, and they fell down in a rush.

"Jiao Jiao..."

As soon as she cried, he became extremely flustered, and his heart suddenly fluttered.

Fu Huaizheng stretched out his hand and frantically wiped away the tears on her face.

Be gentle.