Seeing the beauty crying on his chest, Fenghao's heart trembled. His eyes also reddened and a layer of mist faintly rose from them.
Although he already had a few female confidantes, Qing Wu was the one who had suffered the most.
She got pregnant by accident and gave birth to Little Qing Meng alone. But because of her physique, she had to live in fear. The pressure from all sides made her break down, and she almost walked on the road to death.
But now, she was taken away by the Poison God Palace, and she once again encountered such a thing.
Fenghao felt as if his heart was about to split open and drip blood. His soul was trembling, and he was filled with deep guilt.
Others thought that he had the supreme physique, the Phantom Martial Body. He had the Eight Apertures Body, the new champion of the competition, and he might even be the reincarnation of a god …
But he didn't feel the slightest bit of complacency.
Because he couldn't even protect his beloved wife, let alone talk about achievements in other fields.
"Husband, husband …"
Qing Wu, who was crying on his chest, felt his abnormality. She immediately raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes. Her voice was still choked with sobs.
She still vaguely remembered that when she and Little Qing Meng looked at him, his eyes were filled with despair and helplessness …
She couldn't imagine how much pain Feng Hao had to go through for him to be like that. And she was the one who caused all of this.
"Wu 'er, is that you? It's really you. You've recovered your memory. You remember me."
Hearing her voice, Feng Hao came back to his senses. He grabbed her shoulders and asked with an emotional tone. His eyes were still filled with worry, as if he couldn't believe this happiness that came so quickly.
"It's me, husband. I'm your Wu 'er."
Qing Wu couldn't help but stretch out her slender hands and hold Feng Hao's face. Tears fell as she said with a trembling voice, "You're an excellent father and a qualified husband. You're the only husband I'll ever have."
"Wu 'er."
Hearing this, Feng Hao pulled her into his arms.
He knew that his wife had returned. The woman in his arms was the one who had fallen in love with him.
The two of them hugged each other tightly as if they wanted to merge into their own bodies. In the end, their eyes met, and their eyes were filled with love. Their scorching hot lips slowly moved closer to each other, exhaling hot breaths. Their lips merged together, and they willfully lingered together, forgetting everything else. They even forgot about Little Qing Meng who was crying at the side …
"Giggle …"
Although she was young, she was already very sensible. Seeing such a loving scene, she also stopped crying. For some reason, she actually laughed. Like a singing oriole, she walked over. "Meng 'er also wants a kiss, Meng' er also wants a kiss …"
Her innocent words woke the two people who had fallen into the river of love. Qing Wu's delicate body stiffened. She opened her eyes and saw the big face close to her. She subconsciously pushed Feng Hao away.
"Plop."
Fenghao was caught off guard. He did not expect Qing Wu to be so ruthless again. He fell off the bed and sat on the ground. He looked at Qing Wu, who had a shy look on her face, in astonishment.
He originally thought that she would become gentle, but he did not expect that a leopard could not change its spots. Qing Wu was still the same Qing Wu from before.
"Meng 'er."
After pushing him away, Qing Wu felt a little regretful. However, after seeing the hidden bitterness in Feng Hao's eyes, she directly ignored it, got off the bed, and picked up Little Qing Meng.
"Mother, do you really think of Father?"
There were still tears in the corners of Little Qing Meng's eyes, but she sensibly stretched out her hands, wanting to wipe away the tears on Qing Wu's face.
"Yes."
Hearing this, Qing Wu remembered that the little girl was still poisoned. Immediately, her eyes turned red again and became misty. With a choked voice, she said, "Of course, because he is your father."
"Phew, …"
Feng Hao also stood up, awkwardly patted the dust on his clothes, and then walked over. "Don't worry, Little Meng 'er will also think of Father."
He was full of confidence, and there was already Qing Wu as a precedent.
"Really? Meng 'er will think of Father."
The little girl turned her head and looked at him, her words full of anticipation.
"Of course."
Feng Hao nodded heavily, then said to Qing Wu, "Wu 'er, then let me detoxify Little Meng' er first."
"Yes."
Seeing Feng Hao's burning eyes, Qing Wu's pretty face turned slightly red, and she turned her head away.
"Haha."
Feng Hao's mood became much better. He cleared the waste materials on the bed, took them out from the ring, and arranged them to form a big formation.
"Okay, leave Meng 'er to me."
He turned around and took the little girl from Qing Wu's hands. Then, he said softly, "Little Meng 'er, just sit there like your mother. Then, Daddy will detoxify you. When you open your eyes again, you will remember Daddy and the things that happened in the past. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Meng 'er is not afraid. Meng' er wants to think of Father and the past."
Little Qing Meng nodded sensibly, without any fear.
"Buzz …"
As Feng Hao's seven-colored medicinal effect came out, the big formation was activated, and he once again injected the medicinal effect into Little Qing Meng's brain.
"Okay, it will only take about half an hour to detoxify the Heart Devouring Poison."
After doing all this, Feng Hao looked at Qing Wu, who was still worried, and comforted him.
"Really?"
Seeing the black air seeping out of Little Qing Meng's head, Qing Wu couldn't help but become nervous. He raised his head and looked at him.
"Fool."
Seeing her revealing her weak side, Feng Hao's heart ached. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace. The familiar fragrance assailed his nostrils like good medicine, making him feel at ease.
Before Qing Wu could react, Feng Hao kissed her delicate lips and fiercely inhaled the fragrance inside.
After a slight struggle, Qing Wu involuntarily hugged him tightly. Moreover, he stiffly responded …
The pitiful Little Qingmeng was once again forgotten by his parents. Only when the array buzzed, did the two of them wake up from their dazed state.
Pushing away Feng Hao, Qing Wu wanted to say something, but when she thought of what happened before, she didn't say anything. She just rolled her eyes at Feng Hao.
However, she had neglected her own charm. She was naturally seductive, so when she rolled her eyes, it brought with it an indescribable charm and temptation, causing Feng Hao's breathing to become a little heavy.
Just when he was about to take action, Little Qing Meng opened her eyes, sobbed, and threw herself into his embrace.
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