Feng Zhen's self-righteous humour attracted a cold look from his son.
"Father Shen Yan, Changsheng is still young, what does she know."
Feng Zhen murmured, "It's as if you already understand it, do you want to - open your eyes for your father to take you?"
My son has already had a dream, so it's not bad to know some things in advance.
The boy has a dream, which means that he has the ability to inherit the family.
Just kidding, Feng Zhen knew that his son was frail since he was a child, and if he really wanted to get married and inherit his children, he should wait for the weak crown.
Feng Yi said, "Father—"
Feng Zhen replied, "What?"
"The quarter of an hour is up, the baby will retire first, and the rest will be discussed in detail after returning to the house."
After all, Feng Yi got up and left, leaving Feng Zhen's cool and indifferent back.
Fengzhen: "… "
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
This is definitely not the son of labor and capital!
Fengyi walked back to the classroom lightly, her expression still calm, and she could vaguely see the style of the future.
He walked all the way through the promenade. The short pine planted in the academy was covered with a layer of white snow. Several figures in blue and white school uniforms were sitting or leaning beside the rockery, benches, and long tables, holding a bamboo slip or bamboo paper in their hands. The cut book, the crisp sound of reading drifted into the auricle—
Every time she sees such a situation, Feng Yi's mood will be a little excited, as if her body has become lighter.
He pushed open the paper door of the classroom, bent down, put on clean socks and clogs, and walked to his seat.
Not long after sitting, a figure sneaked into the classroom.
"What's wrong with Uncle Feng looking for you?"
Changsheng covered his face with a long open textbook in one hand, and sat upright on the surface, whispering to Fengyi in private.
"Father and Aunt Xiu's good things are approaching." Feng Yi replied.
Changsheng pouted and asked, "A good thing is coming?"
Feng Yi said, "When they get married, Aunt Xiu will be the mistress, and I will call her mother."
Changsheng is about half a circle smaller than Fengyi.
No matter how smart and sensible she is, many things cannot be understood thoroughly.
"But, but she's not your mother—is this another mother?"
Feng Yi said, "Yes, but father is more important."
Changsheng blinked, his eyes filled with confusion.
Feng Yi said, "My mother has passed away for many years, and my father is not too old. When I get married, will it be possible to leave my father alone at home? While he is still young, find a confidant to accompany him early, so as not to have nothing in his old age. People take care of them. No matter how considerate the children are, there will always be another family to take care of, and they are not as considerate as the wife. My father has made up his mind when he gets married, and I can do it too, but it’s one thing on my mind.”
Changsheng was confused.
I already have a mother, but I still have to find another strange woman to be my mother, does it really feel good
She thinks about—
If her father brought a strange woman as her mother, she would be very sad.
Fengyi saw her thoughts, "The person who will accompany me for a long time in the future will not be my father, and similarly, the person who will accompany my father will not be me."
Changsheng had a bitter face, and the baby's fat snow skin was a bit flushed.
Feng Yi couldn't help but poke, and the fat face dented in a small piece all of a sudden.
He said, "You will understand when you grow up."
Changsheng said distressedly, "Oh, I don't want to understand, it's fine for brother Fengyi to understand for Changsheng."
Feng Yi said, "Yes."
After leaving school on time, Feng Yi first sent Changsheng, Sun Lan, and Qi Guan Jinghui children back to their respective residences.
Fortunately, the mansions were very close, and the farthest was only one street. He went home before sunset.
After returning to the house, Fengyi called the housekeeper to discuss her father's marriage.
but-
"These days, I don't seem to see any intersection between the two of them. Why did my father suddenly—"
The butler twitched his cheeks. He didn't know if he should tell his little Langjun something about the adult world.
Fengyi saw the clue and asked, "Could it be that something happened?"
The housekeeper said, "Two days ago, Lord Lanting gave the newly buried fruit wine from the previous year. The master has been interested in that lady for a long time, so he invited Mrs. Wan to come to enjoy the snow with this thing. The original intention was to get closer and talk about family life. Unexpectedly... that wine is not like ordinary rice wine or sake, it is strong and spicy, and has great stamina. The master claims to drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk, and he has no restraint at all, and accidentally drank too much—"
Ordinary sake or rice wine, with a little amount of alcohol, can achieve a thousand cups without getting drunk.
Said to be wine, the degree is only a little higher than that of boiled water.
Even women who never drink can get a pot or two.
The two big-hearted ones thought it was an ordinary wine—
The moonlight was clear, the snow scene was sultry, the two of them were drinking, and there was only a layer of window paper between them—
Pushing the boat smoothly, they rolled together.
Although it was a bit of an accident, there was no moral integrity in the war era. The two were unmarried and unmarried, and it was normal to drive a car.
Wan Xiuer wanted to hide the matter, but Feng Zhen took this opportunity to bring up the marriage.
The former is a widowed woman whose relatives and elders are not around, so she can decide her own marriage.
Feng Zhen has a son who is about to grow up beside him. If he remarrys, he must ask Feng Yi for advice.
Feng Yi's expression darkened after hearing this.
"absurd!"
Before getting married, he would enter and leave the boudoir of the opposite sex, and do such things that would damage the reputation of others. My father is really stupid!
The housekeeper was silent, as if he hadn't heard Fengyi scolding his father for being ridiculous.
The son doesn't tell the father's fault, even if Feng Zhen does a bad job, in terms of the current atmosphere, Feng Yi shouldn't belittle him like this.
After calming down, Fengyi asked the housekeeper to get Fengzhen's private account books and public account books.
Marry the person back as soon as possible, otherwise it will be bad if you get killed.
The butler is not worried about this—
"What about the little man who came only after the master got married a few years ago—"
Because Fengzhen was born weak, it affected Fengyi.
Not to mention that Feng Zhen had been drinking Han Shi San for a while. Although he had quit and had been raising his body for a few years, it still had some influence.
Into the soul
nonexistent!
I heard that Mrs. Wan also had some problems with her body and bones, and the chances of these two being killed are not high.
Feng Yi said, "Is there any guarantee?"
Knowing father Mo Ruozi, according to Fengzhen's temperament, he finally opened up meat and may even do absurd things of sleeping in a boudoir at night.
It didn't happen once, and it's not guaranteed to hit it a few times.
The butler was speechless.
What Xiao Langjun said is also very reasonable!
The annual vacation of Jinlin Academy is about to start, and Fengyi has a lot of time every day to prepare for the marriage of her father and stepmother.
He was too busy to touch the ground, which made the two parties useless.
Wan Xiu'er is not as cheeky as Feng Zhen, but a little embarrassed.
Feng Zhen said, "Don't worry about it - let him practice his hands now, and it will be convenient for me to marry the daughter of Feng Huaiyu's family, so I don't have to worry about him."
Wan Xiu'er: "..."
When the son did not beat the old man to death, it was definitely his own!