Chapter 472: How long has it been since Yanyan fed me enough?
Xiao Nanyan glanced at Xi Yan beside him, put away the sharpness in his eyes, and said softly:
"Yanyan, I'm going back with Yin'er first. You can chat with them."
After saying this, he held Yin'er in his arms, turned around, and walked out. There was a sense of dominance in his steps, as if if he stayed a moment longer, his daughter would be "reserved" by this group of people.
Everyone looked at his tense back, looked at each other in confusion, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Xiyan looked at where Xiao Nanyue was going, shook her head slightly, but a faint smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.
She thought of the former Xiao Nanyan, how cold and aloof he was, decisive in killing, and there was never a trace of tenderness in his eyes.
But now, this man is actually jealous of his daughter's childhood marriage and acts so domineeringly to protect his daughter. It really makes people feel angry and funny.
This softness hidden under the cold and hard shell is more real than before, and makes her heart beat faster.
Xiyan was filled with emotion. It turned out that no matter how strong a person is, his edges will be smoothed out by family affection and he will become soft and gentle.
After thinking about it, her heart warmed up, she stood up, said a few polite words, and then hurried out to chase after him.
Xiao Nanyue didn't really walk far. As soon as he reached the gate of the courtyard, he heard brisk footsteps behind him.
He paused, and before he turned around, someone gently pulled his arm.
"etc."
Xiyan looked up at him and saw that there was still some anger on his face, but there was an imperceptible expectation in his eyes. She couldn't help but smile and said:
"Are you really angry?"
Xiao Nanyan lowered his head, his eyes fixed on her smiling face, his tone still hard:
"A bunch of people are plotting against my daughter. How can you sit still?"
"They were just joking."
Xiyan reached out to straighten his collar, which had been tangled by Yin'er, and gently stroked his jaw with her fingertips:
"Besides, our Yin'er is so good, it's normal for someone to care about her."
Xiao Nanyan's eyes warmed up, and he held her hand, but his brows furrowed even tighter:
"It's not okay to even think about it!"
Xiyan looked at his protective look and shook her head helplessly:
"Okay, I'm not angry anymore. From now on, Yin'er's marriage will naturally be decided by her. Today was just a joke."
She paused, her eyes fell on Yin'er in his arms, and her voice softened:
"Besides, with a father like you protecting her, who would dare to think about our daughter?"
Xiao Nanyue felt warmed in the heart when she called her "our daughter", and his expression finally softened a little.
He lowered his head to look at the little guy in his arms, then looked at Xi Yan who was smiling like a flower in front of him, and suddenly felt itchy in his heart.
A low laugh escaped from his throat:
"Fu Yunqing has always been a dog that can't spit out ivory, but the only thing he said is absolutely reasonable."
Xiyan raised her eyes slightly, with some doubt in her eyes:
"What?"
A hint of lust flashed across Xiao Nanyan's eyes. He leaned closer, his thin lips almost touching her ear, his warm breath gently blowing on her earlobe, his voice low and seductive:
"Didn't he say that this king is vigorous and strong, and will definitely give birth to more daughters? This king doesn't care whether it's daughters or sons, but this king cares about... the process."
These words were so straightforward that Xiyan's face turned red instantly, and even her neck was dyed with a layer of moving rosy color, as beautiful as the peach blossoms blooming after the rain.
She turned her face away hurriedly, her voice filled with a bit of panic and anger:
"Your own injury hasn't healed yet, and you're still thinking about these things. You really are, really..." She swallowed the rest of the words out of shame.
"How long has it been since Yanyan fed me?"
Xiao Nanyue stared at his shy wife in front of him, and the love in his heart was like a ignited flame, burning fiercely. He felt that the pain of the wound was not worth mentioning at all in the face of this surging emotion.
His big hands suddenly tightened, tightly holding Xiyan's waist, pulling her into his arms, his tone full of eagerness that could not be refused:
"Yanyan, let's go back to the room."
As he said this, he stuffed Yin'er from his arms into the hands of Manluo, who had just come out of Tingsongju, and ordered with a cold face:
"Send Yin'er back to Liuyunxuan."
Before he finished speaking, he leaned over, picked up Xiyan and carried her horizontally, and left with big strides, his steps so fast that they almost brought up a gust of wind, as if delaying for a moment would be torture.
Xiyan exclaimed and subconsciously hugged his neck, pressing her cheek against his strong shoulder. She could clearly feel his rapid heartbeat and the uncontrollable burning heat.
Manluo was so shocked by this sudden action that her mouth opened wide. She held her fat boy Chu Yue in one hand and the confused Yin'er in the other, her face full of surprise.
She looked down at the two dolls in her arms, their eyes blinking like big ones, then looked up at Xiao Nanyan's hurriedly leaving back, and couldn't help muttering:
"Damn you, evil spirit! Weren't they just showing such a loving father and daughter scene? What happened? Why did you suddenly dump the child on me?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
