Mu Qichu came to express his condolences to Concubine Feng.

However, Feng Feihe couldn't speak, even though she saw Mu Qichu coming, she could only look at him with a pitiful look.

A cold boy like Mu Qichu didn't even have half a fluctuation in his eyes.

When Xie Zhihua was accompanying Concubine Feng in the ward, Mu Qichu only said in a cold tone: "Auntie, don't be sad, it will get better soon." ”

His tone was too flat, and it sounded like he was completing a task.

Xie Zhihua was already holding back the fire now, and when he heard this, he immediately replied sharply: "People who don't know still think that you were forced to come to see our concubine!

Although he knew that he usually spoke in this tone, Xie Zhihua was still aggrieved for his daughter.

Because she knew that her daughter had a good impression of Mu Qichu, Feng Yongshi also thought about matching them.

The three sons of the Mu family, no matter who comes to marry the Feng family, it will work.

But now that Concubine Feng is lying on the hospital bed, he still has this tone, and Xie Zhihua is angry when he sees it.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qichu is not a muffled sufferer, he is the young master of the Mu family, he has always been used to it, can he stand Xie Zhihua's accusations?

He put down the things he brought to condolence Feng Feihe, and his tone became even colder: "Auntie, I know that Feng Feihe has an accident, and you are very sad, but you must know that she has nothing to do with me." ”

After he said this, he turned and left.

Feng Feihe was a little excited, and she didn't want Mu Qichu to stay, Xie Zhihua's eyes widened, and when she saw Mu Qichu, she didn't look back, she walked quickly, and she was dumbfounded.

Concubine Feng's tears fell out again.

Xie Zhihua panicked, and when he came out of the door of the ward, he saw that Mu Qichu was tall and walked fast, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

She couldn't pull her son to chase after her, and turned back with an ugly face: "Don't cry! The Mu family is a conscienceless, why do you have to like him? If you really like it, I will let your father find a way when the time comes, and I can't help him not marry you!"

Feng Feihe is still crying, she is now injured like this, she can't move or speak, and anything that is fragile can be stimulated.

I can't even get angry, what else can I do but cry.

Xie Zhihua couldn't bear to blame, so he could only shed tears with him: "You are the daughter of my Feng family, look at who doesn't look down on it, it's that bastard boy who doesn't know how to be interesting!"

When Feng Yongshi came back with someone, he saw the two people crying in the ward, and he was a little unbearable, and said, "Zhihua, Azu is here." ”

Xie Zhihua turned his head and hurriedly got up.

An old man on crutches came in from next to Feng Yongshi.

The body seems to be a little rickety, but in fact, it is in good spirits, with a childish face, wearing a noble Tang costume, and when he walks in, he seems to be carrying the wind.

The eyebrows and eyes are as sharp as eagles, an old man who doesn't look easy to mess with.

Feng Yongshi was cautious about him, but he didn't dare to take the initiative to support him.

When he entered the house, Xie Zhihua lowered his head and shouted with a little caution: "Azu." ”

There were also a few bodyguards guarding the door, all of whom came with the old man, standing outside at the moment, but staring at Xie Zhihua and Feng Yongshi in the room, as if they had any abnormal movements, they were going to shoot them with guns.

In such an atmosphere, Xie Zhihua will be nervous unconsciously.

The ancestor is the key figure of the Feng family, and even the second brother in power has to be carefully escorted, not to mention their small roles.