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.
Rongbao seems to be a little afraid of water. Every time he takes a shower, he will lean against the man tightly. If the water level comes to his shoulder, he will quickly climb to the man's neck.
The old man deliberately filled the bathtub with water, and Rongbao climbed up the man's body in fear.
Qi Yan looked at the little rabbit bird that was close at hand and was about to touch his lips. He coughed, "Baby, come down, I can't breathe."
Rongbao looked down at the water level submerged to his knees and said tremblingly, "Master Qi... a lot of water..."
Qi Yan could not only see the rabbit bird, but also the velvet rabbit behind him. His eyes were a little dark, and he said with a meaning, "Yes, a lot of water..."
After a while, Rongbao climbed down a little tentatively, so that the water level was a little above the chest, so that it was safe.
Qi Yan did not deliberately break it anymore and released some water in the bathtub. Rongbao sat on Qi Yan's leg, and the water level was just in his chest.
Then Qi Yan put a colorful bath ball in the bathtub. The originally clear water turned into a dreamy pink. Rongbao liked it very much. He fluttered twice with his small arm and splashed water, which wet Qi Yan's face.
Qi Yan wiped his face with a dry towel next to him. He did not stop Rongbao from playing. He quietly leaned against the edge of the bathtub and looked at his little lover, and his eyes could not hide the love.
After the bath ball melts, the small toys hidden in the bath ball will surface. The toys in each bath ball are different. This time it is a small yellow Pikachu, made of plastic.
Rongbao picked up the little Pikachu floating on the water and curiously took it in his hand to play.
Little Pikachu's expression was very cute. Rongbao took it and compared it with the man: "It's the same as Master Qi..."
Qi Yan glanced at the small toy in Rongbao's hand, frowned and asked, "What's the same?"
The only thing the old man is like Pikachu is probably yellow, but Pikachu is shaking outside. The old man is yellow inside, and his mind is full of yellow materials, which is not serious.
Rongbao felt that Master Qi's smile was as cute as Pikachu, but the old man didn't like to laugh and always had a straight face.
Rongbao stuck to it, lay on the old man's chest, and pulled the corners of the old man's mouth with his fingers: "Master Qi... laugh..."
Qi Yan felt that Rongbao was like saying, 'Beauty, give me a smile'.
Suddenly making him laugh, Qi Yan couldn't laugh a little and reluctantly squeezed out a smile, but he didn't smile. He looked very stiff and not good-looking.
Rongbao felt that the corners of the old man's mouth were not smiling enough, so he opened the old man's mouth with his fingers.
Pulling the old man's mouth open like a clown's mouth, Rongbao narrowed his gem-like pupils with satisfaction and let out a clear laugh: "Hehehe..."
Qi Yan looked at his little lover dotingly, and then he held his little finger that stretched out to his mouth and sucked it gently in his mouth.
Rongbao felt that his fingertips were itchy, so he pulled out his little finger and turned his head to continue to play Pikachu.
Qi Yan leaned back, rested his head by the smooth bathtub, closed his eyes, and let his mind empty. This was the most relaxing moment of his day. He really wanted time to be fixed at this moment forever.
"Master Qi."
Qi Yanzheng closed his eyes and suddenly heard Rongbao calling him. Then he was stuffed with something in his hand. He looked down and saw that it was the yellow Pikachu stuffed into his hand.
Rongbao is tired of playing and wants to play for Master Qi for a while.
After understanding Rongbao's intention, Qi Yan smiled and put the toy on the shelf next to the bathtub: "I won't play."
Qi Yan has not played with any toys since he was a child. When he was a child, he was not interested in toys, but had no time to play at all. He was the eldest son of the Qi family. His parents focused on training him and arranged lessons for him in shooting, swimming, equestrian, and foreign teachers... In short, he had no free time.
When he grows up, he naturally loses interest in toys, so he has never played with toys.
Rongbao looked at the old man and asked, "Master Qi doesn't like it?"
Qi Yan held Rongbao's small waist and seemed a little confused about this question for no reason: "What don't you like?"
"Toys." Rongbao pointed to Pikachu, who was put aside by the old man.
Qi Yan raised the Rongbao with a smile: "You're the only one I like."
Qi Yan is not interested in other things now. He is only interested in Rongbao.
Rongbao asked in a particularly childish tone, "Does Mr. Qi like to play with Rongbao?"
Qi Yan was the first to get Rongbao's cleverness and praised it: "Baby, you have grown a lot."
Qi Yan put the almost cold water in the bathtub, added hot water again, and then did his little lover in the bathroom.
Rongbao actually wanted to hide, but he couldn't, and he was forced to say that he liked radishes.
The water in the bathtub was cold and hot, hot and cold. After a few hours, Qi Yan took out the velvet treasure.
Maybe it had been soaked in cold water for too long, so Rongbao had a high fever that night.
Qi Yan, wearing a silk nightgown, sat slanted by the bed, and looked at the doctor threateningly: "How's it going?"
The doctor was very sure, but when Qi Yan looked at him like that, he felt that his experience had gone back several years. He was as young and careful as an intern. He trembled and said, "Master Qi, it's just an ordinary fever. You don't need to worry too much."
Qi Yan touched Rongbao's forehead and was terrifiedly hot. He asked, "If it's so hot, will your brain burn out?"
"Should... I don't..."
The maid slowly brought the ice towel over her hands and feet. Qi Yan thought she was too slow and roared impatiently, "What do you eat? Are your legs and feet weak, or are your joints aging in advance?"
Qi Yan roared too loudly and woke up the sleeping Rongbao.
Rongbao shook his little head from side to side, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His face looked ruddy, but his lips turned white: "Well... Master Qi..."
"Baby, I'm here." The anger on Qi Yan's face subsided. He put his face over and kissed Rongbao's hot little face a few times.
Rongbao felt that Master Qi was still there, so he relaxed a lot.
Qi Feng was just woken up by his uncle's roar. He got up and went to the bedroom on the second floor to see the situation and found that his uncle was discussing with the doctor.
"Is there any medicine that is not so bitter?"
"There is a kind of medicine... which is stuffed to the bottom. Generally, children use this medicine."
"Go and get it."
"Yes."
The doctor hurried out of the bedroom and bumped into Qi Feng at the door.