Young Master Yan Is Addicted to Doting on His Wife

"Yiyi, what did you do today?" Yan Jue rubbed Feng Qingyi's soft hair and asked lovingly. Feng Qingyi smiled a little shyly and said, "I'm sorry." A year later, Yan Jue hugged Feng Qingyi and asked, "Yiyi, did you do anything important today?" "I just beat up a few bad guys." Feng Qingyi leaned comfortably in Yan Jue's broad arms and smiled. Three years later, Feng Qingyi brought a cute and cute little girl who had just turned two years old. Just after a fight, she saw Yan Jue, whose handsome face turned black as ink, standing behind them. The little girl in her arms suddenly puffed up her cheeks and begged for a hug, "Mommy did it all. I just stood aside and watched." Feng Qingyi also immediately flattered and begged for mercy, "I just want to teach my daughter the virtue of drawing a sword to help when there is injustice on the road." Yan Jue took the daughter who looked at her cute but fierce face, and looked at Feng Qingyi with dark eyes filled with deep love, "Really?" "Of course." Feng Qingyi immediately stepped forward with a smile on her face and took Yan Jue's arm holding her daughter.