The wife had already spread the fat powder on her face evenly, and knew that her son was coming, so she asked Ye Lingquan to step aside. looked sideways, but I saw the scene of Jinyu and Fengfeng!

In the faint morning light, how familiar are the two people, and how can the staggered gaze feel so natural in the eyes of others?

His own son is eyebrow-to-eye with a maid, still in his own room, in front of himself! Zhengdi made Yang Zixian very uncomfortable. She took the soothing tea handed by Ye Ling and took a sip, but her expression was leisurely.

When the eldest young master saw Feng Feng's expression in a hurry, he made a certain determination in his heart, and then turned around and continued to enter the house, and came to his mother to say hello with a smile.

Mrs. raised her eyebrows: "Do you know her?" Because she was talking to her son, her voice was soft.

Jinyu's mind was settled, and he realized it instantly, and then smiled: "I've seen it a few times." A simple reply, admittedly true, is also true.

The wife stopped talking, and the fingertips holding the teacup subconsciously worked secretly, and they were already faintly white.

However, the eldest young master didn't notice his mother's abnormality, he didn't understand the reason for this. I was always used to being casual with my mother, so I sat down next to my mother naturally and cordially.

The position he chose was leaning against the window, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of Feng Feng kneeling outside. Jin Yu's eyebrows gathered slightly, and as soon as her heart moved, an image of Fang Cai Feng walking away quickly instantly floated in her mind, and she understood that she didn't know how to anger her mother and was punished by her mother for kneeling outside the house!

The mother's temperament, when the son has always been transparent, it is not necessarily really a mistake, maybe it is just to catch up with her unhappy heart, and it becomes a cathartic tool to carry anger.

Very inexplicably, Jin Yu's heart throbbed slightly, and she felt a little pity for the slender woman kneeling outside in the autumn morning! But his mother punished the people in his house, and he really didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but peek at Fengfeng through the window.

The son next to him is obviously absent-minded! Mrs. saw Jinyu's strange appearance, and soon found out that it was Fengfeng's little girl who caused him to make a fool of his son-in-law...... Her eyebrows furrowed, her face and heart were full of displeasure, and she glanced at Ye Ling beside her.

Ye Li understood, bowed his head to his wife, then turned around and lifted the curtain out of the curtain, and walked straight to Feng Feng's side and gave a cold face: "Kneel farther away, save the young master's eyes!" A reprimand.

Jin Yu saw this scene coldly, and his heart was also dull, realizing that his performance was a little out of place, so he also retracted the gaze that fell on Feng Feng with a clear look, and looked at his mother gently.

The wife also smiled and nodded, and the intimacy between mother and son seemed particularly harmonious and natural at this moment.

Feng Feng passed Ye Ling's reprimand, so she had to retreat to the root of the wall, she hid under the window, and the people inside just happened to see her missing.

But he said that the eldest young master of the ten thousand families didn't know what was going on today, and he had never seen him overly concerned about the affairs of his mother's subordinates, but now that mind was involuntarily flowing on Fengfeng from time to time! He took advantage of his mother's low head to drink tea and quietly turned his eyes, and at this time he couldn't see Fengfeng, and he couldn't help but slip a slight abruptness in his heart...... Driven by this inexplicable emotion, Jinyu's heart moved, and he turned his face to see that his mother was putting the tea cup back on the table, so he took this opportunity to chat with his mother: "Mom, that little girl looks very beautiful, I don't know what mistake she made to make you unhappy?" With a light smile in his voice, he made the atmosphere as relaxed as possible.

The wife's heart moved, her lips pursed slightly, and her eyes did not raise to look at her son: "Where are you unhappy when you see me?" Raising his hand and stroking the teacup, his expression was slow and reasonable, "But you are wrong, she is not a beautiful person." The eyes narrowed sharply, and the sound waves suddenly sharpened, "She's stupid!" "Sink and fall.

Jin Yu looked at his mother's demeanor and listened to such a tone, and this yin and yang weird feeling made him understand the disagreement in his mother's heart. It is also that the emotion has not yet fallen, and while Jinyu is bold, her words are also very tactful and careful: "She is so stupid, it is really a sin to stay here to hinder her mother's eyes!" "I must have said this, and leaned a little towards my wife, and my voice softened a little and explored shallowly," Mother looked...... It's better to give it to the son, it just so happens that the son lacks someone to study ink. ”

"Huh." When the wife heard this, she hooked her lips and smiled, she had already heard what her son was playing with herself. Just like that, he turned his eyes slowly and refused with a smile, "Yanmo should be your future young grandmother to give you Yanmo, if you really lack such a person, you should go and marry a young grandmother back, that's the right thing!" In the last sentence, her eyes precipitated and her tone became extremely close to herself, which changed the conversation along with the topic in front of her.

When the eldest young master saw this situation, he knew that his mother was euphemistically mentioning that he had married a wife! He couldn't resist in his heart.

Wan Jinyu is a person who has studied in Shanghai and seen the scene, and his thinking is different from that of these old-fashioned and stubborn courtyard women. He knows what kind of tragedy a marriage without feelings can be, since he has the fate to perceive the washing of the new trend of thought and the spread of culture, he does not want his body to continue to flow the blood of feudal etiquette, he wants to break through the cage and embrace the world, to find his ideal love, to personally compose the lingering and sympathetic love in foreign masterpieces!

But his identity and status are really special, he knows that as he grows up, his father and mother will sooner or later find a young grandmother who is in the right family for him! He has always been resistant to this, and he has mentioned it from time to time in front of them, but he has never seen any real effect. Seeing that his father who went out is about to come back, if his father doesn't find a candidate for him in the future, and the dowry of ten thousand families will be in the past, it will be another thing that annoys him!

Seeing that her mother mentioned this matter again, Jinyu hurriedly shut up. There was a pulse of disgust in his heart, and this disgust and trickery quickly dissipated his good interest.

The wife's eyes were clear, and when she saw her son change into such a face, her heart was also darkened. She tacitly turned her face, and for a while she was helpless and sighed, and the atmosphere between mother and son became somewhat awkward.

said that Feng Feng, who was kneeling under the window, inadvertently smelled Fang Cai's conversation, and the taste in his heart was inexplicable. She was grateful to the eldest young master for remembering her as such a mustard maid, and at the same time, she was even more puzzled by his wife's difficulties for her!

Mrs. doesn't like herself, but she doesn't let go of her, and she wants to keep her...... Why do you want to hate your wife like this? At first, when her wife asked her, she only guessed, and although it had only been two days, she already felt very strongly that her purpose in keeping her was to torture! At the same time, he will always leave her breath and not let her die, if this is not some deep hatred, as for such a troublesome and falling off the shelf?