The Pheromone of the Drooping-Eared Rabbit (ABO)

Chapter 65: Playing in the bathroom

Qi Yan raised his hand and stroked the gauze on his head and repeated what he had just said: "Rongbao, if you say you like radishes, I'll go home."

After crying for too long, Rongbao's voice was hoarse and soft: "I like to eat radishes..."

Qi Yan, who originally planned to continue to do a grand career, changed his mind again and decided to return to his family.

Because the phone was turned on hands-free, their conversation was heard by the people next to them. After listening to the whole communication process, Qi Feng drew a thick and long black line on his head: "--?"

Thirty minutes later, the car drove from the cemetery to the manor. Qi Yan came down from the back seat with a paralyzed face. The old housekeeper in a black gentleman's uniform greeted him at the first time: "Master Qi, Master Rong has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Hmm." Qi Yan's surface is light, but in fact, his footsteps are steady and rapid.

As soon as he entered, he saw Rongbao sitting on the sofa with his knees in his arms. There were still a few light white tears on his white face, and his eyelids were red and swollen.

The velvet rabbit caught a glimpse of the old man appearing at the door. Rongbao climbed down from the sofa in surprise and ran straight to the old man.

Qi Yan was about to shout baby, but he felt a soft and fragrant ketone body quickly bumping into his arms.

Qi Yan was hit and snorted, and then he bent down. The thick big hand steadily held Rongbao's plump and straight buttocks and picked him up.

Rongbao is very light, and there is no meat on his body. The meat on his buttocks is thicker. Qi Yan picked up Rongbao with one hand effortlessly.

Rongbao was still sobbing intermittently, and his body spased because of sobbing: "Master Qi... Well... don't go home... don't want Rongbao."

Qi Yan clasped his other hand on Rongbao's thin back, pressed him into his arms, and sighed, "That's just teasing you."

Qi Yan's will was not firm at all. As soon as he heard Rongbao crying, he immediately ran back. This is what others often say that he has no backbone.

"Uncle, stop making trouble. My little aunt is about to cry to death." Even Qi Feng couldn't help saying that his uncle was very naive and childish that he liked to be angry like a young boy.

Qi Yan sat down on the sofa with Rongbao in his arms, stared at Qi Feng again, and said angrily, "Who is awkward?"

Qi Feng knew that as long as his uncle didn't feed the radish, his temper would become very bad. He decisively closed his mouth, shrugged his shoulders, and went back to his room to take a shower. After a day, he was also tired.

Rongbao's pair of pink lips popped and repeated repeatedly, "Master Qi doesn't want Rongbao..."

Qi Yan kissed Rongbao's pouted mouth. The soft and warm touch made him more and more determined: "Rongbao, as long as you don't take the initiative to leave me, I won't leave you. If you really want to leave... I won't let you go."

While talking, Qi Yan deliberately paused for a moment, and the following sentence was squeezed out of the dental gate, feeling as if it was a threat.

However, Rongbao was not afraid of threats. His slender arms hooked the old man's neck, and his whole body clinging to the old man as if he had no bones. His smooth and tender little face rubbed against the man's towering throat knot, and all the movements revealed his dependence on the old man.

Qi Yan's mood was clear in an instant. He picked up Rongbao horizontally, took it to the bedroom on the second floor, and then went to the independent bathroom of the bedroom to bathe, washing everything stained with dust outside.