Chapter 97:

Zheng Fei was helpless, shook his head, retracted his hand, and laughed.
After the clock was set at eight, Suzuran gradually became sleepy, and his head was knocked like a wooden fish after a while. It didn't take long for her to crook, she fluttered softly to where she was, fell asleep with her beloved cloth tiger, and pouted her mouth unconsciously.
The variety show was still in full swing, and He An worried that the noise would make the lily of the valley, so he took her to the bedroom.
After that, he did not return to the living room.
He stood by the crib alone, listening to the child's steady breathing in the dark, and looked up at a cold moon outside the window-Zheng Feiyu was in the living room, and he didn't want to pass.
In the past few minutes, He An has not been able to relax. As long as you are in the same space with Zheng Feiyu, your brain will be messy, and you can't tell what emotions are, suffocation, disgust, fear ... there seems to be, and there doesn't seem to be.
Everyone was watching TV at the time, but Zheng Feiyu was watching him.
Just look at him.
He pretended not to know, teased Lily of the Valley for a while, and chatted with Cheng Xiu for a while, but every time I swept the door, even if it was inadvertent, he would always collide with Zheng Feiyan's sight. Alpha is like a meditating meditator, with one hand on his chin, eager eyes, full of appreciation, and an unconscious smile on his lips, as if He An's every move is worthy of him.
He An was timid in the face of the following concerns.
He knew what kind of emotion was under such eyes.
In the past, when he was drowned in infatuated love, he felt the same way about Zheng Feiyu--the person he loved, whether indifferent, scornful, or angry, did not like to attract people for no reason, it was not enough to watch .
But what's going on now?
Their pheromone is no longer suitable. Why does Zheng Feiyu still think of him this way?
Like plucking a mud of whiskers, this question also raises a long list of questions: Do Fei Zheng really love him? If it is true, then where does this love from the sky come from? What exactly contributed to his incredible transformation?
Paradoxically, He An does not want to bother to think about these.
An Alpha with too much power will hurt someone when he doesn't love him. If he loves him, he may not hurt him. Think again and again, it's better to hide away from the beginning. Anyway, he can't avoid it, and most of them are rushing towards it.
Late at night, the party in the living room was over. The girls walked in front of the window in pairs and went back to their rooms while talking excitedly about the idols and gossip.
He An thought that it was time to clean the living room. He could not throw all his work to Cheng Xiu alone, and was afraid that Zheng Feiyu would not leave, and he waited until no one walked in the courtyard.
But as soon as he entered the door, Cheng Xiu was not inside.
The lights were almost gone, and there was only a solitary paper-covered lamp in the house, sulking and faint, staining a foot of yellow ground around.
In the deep shadows of the night, Zheng Feiyu sat alone on the sofa and waited for him. Somewhat funny, Zheng Feiyu sat on his lap with a large, round doll: a goose yellow fluffy chick with a half-piece eggshell on his head.
Chapter 45
Seeing him coming, Zheng Feiyu hurriedly got up, holding a fluffy chick with two wings in each hand: "This ... A gift for Lily of the Valley. Uh, a gift for the age, bought temporarily in the afternoon, I just forgot to bring it, and went back to get it A trip. "
The little chick appeared in front of him in a flying spherical shape, unexpectedly stunned.
He was a little uncomfortable.
In fact, he often gives birthday gifts. His elder brother was fond of horses. He sent a pure-blooded Hanover horse foal. Yanning liked birds. He sent a freshwater island inhabited by swan. It was just the first birthday gift to a child. The plush doll is too soft and cute, incompatible with Alpha's self-defeating aura, holding it in his hands and splitting the dimension, Zheng Feizhen himself is too funny.
It's just that Suzuran's first birthday will be in ten days, and he can't accompany him. He must send at least a gift to express his heart.
He bought the chick dolls for half an hour in the afternoon in front of the stalls-they must be cute in shape and fluffy, the cotton core must be thick and elastic, the pins must not be rough, and the fluff must not be crusted.
All in all, no flaws are allowed.
Seeing that He An didn't pick up, Zheng Feiyu raised the chicken wings cautiously: "You can rest assured that it is very clean and the packaging has just been dismantled. It hasn't tasted my taste before."
He An didn't really care about the smell. Standing still, he was just stunned by the awkward style of Zheng Fei's Pheasant. Zheng Feiyu explained this, and he really became disgusted if he didn't pick it up. He had to accept the chick doll, hug it in his arms, and thank you politely.
At the very least, Zheng Feiyu has learned to send things other than banknotes, has he made progress?
The lights flickered, the two looked silent, embarrassed.
"Lily of the valley ... Sleeping?" Zheng Feiyu said nothing.
"Ok."