typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

851. Chapter 849 I love you so much

When the flower god heard Chao Chao's soft cry, she reached out to hug Chao Chao. Jin Yan handed Chao Chao to her. She didn't expect that the flower god would like the child, which surprised her.

"This child looks very much like you when you were a child." Flora said in a low voice.

"Huh? What?" Jin Yan didn't hear clearly and wanted to ask again, but Flora didn't say anything anymore. She lowered her head and teased Chao Chao in her arms and asked, "What's the name of the child?"

"My first name is Qinglie, my nickname is Chaochao." Jin Yan felt that the Flower Goddess in this matter was very motherly, but why didn't she give birth to one herself? A child born with the conditions of the Flower Goddess would definitely be very good-looking, and he would also be a god.

Pregnancy is something that many people dream of.

But she doesn't dare to gossip like that now, she has to establish a good relationship with the Flower God first.

"How can you raise a boy as a girl?" The flower god could tell at a glance that this was a boy, but the way he dressed looked like a girl.

Jin Yan smiled helplessly, "It wasn't Qing Mo and Chao Chao's brother who did it. They wanted a girl, so they made Chao Chao look like this, and Chao Chao looks like a girl."

The flower god smiled and said nothing.

Qing Mo saw that Jin Yan and the Flower God got along well and left. With the Flower God here, he didn't need to worry about anything. Moreover, he looked at the Flower God as if he was really familiar with Jin Yan. This raised questions about the Flower God.

What is the relationship between gods and Jin Yan? Is Jin Yan not actually a mortal?

However, there are various signs that her fate is just as he saw it at the beginning. There is nothing special about her, and there is no way she is not a mortal.

"How did you think you would come to accompany me?" Flora sighed with emotion. She has been alone for so many years, but she will feel cold if she is alone for too long.

"I came here when I wanted to. I'm fine on weekdays, and I like the scenery here." Jin Yan said carelessly.

She really likes it here and feels that many things here are very familiar.

"If you like you, stay longer and stay with me. I also like this child. This child has a good talent and can be well cultivated." When the Flower God saw this child, he knew that this child was extremely talented and he was from the Xuanchi clan.

, Qing Mo is really lucky to be able to give birth to two offspring with good bloodlines in a row.

The first one is already a heaven-defying existence, and the second one turned into a human form directly in the mother's womb. Maybe the talent is stronger than the first one, but the growth rate is compared with the first one.

However, compared with ordinary children, they are already much better. When Chaochao was three months old, he was already as big as an ordinary child at two years old. He could run, jump, open his mouth and call Jinyan Mother, and call Flower God.

Aunt.

At this time, Chao Chao no longer dressed like a girl. Jin Yan and Hua Shen still raised Cha Chao as a boy, teaching him to read and write, teach him music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Jin Yan was not very good at it, but Hua Shen was good at it.

, and Chaochao is very studious, and always pesters Flower God to teach him more things.

"Auntie, auntie, you are so awesome, Chaochao likes you so much." Her little hand put her arms around the neck of the Flower Goddess and gave her a kiss affectionately, which made the Flower Goddess smile in her eyes.

The more I wear it, the more my whole person becomes softer.

"Auntie also likes Chao Chao. What does Chao Chao want to learn today?"

"Xiao."

The Flower God was slightly startled, looked at Chao Chao in confusion and asked: "Why?"

"Because my father can play the piano, I want to play the piano and flute with my father!"


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next