On the ox cart, Zhang Yiming listened to the conversation between the mother and son, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth secretly, feeling funny in his heart.

It seems that the original lady, is not as simple and scheming as the original body thought.

Take a look, in a few simple words, not only received the money earned by his son, but also moved a kid so much that he didn't know what his surname was.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but cautiously open a slit and secretly observe this cheap lady.

"Let's talk about it."

Feng Yin didn't answer the second child's words, and looked in the direction of the pastry shop, where people came and went, but he hadn't seen the boss come out yet.

As if aware of it, he withdrew his gaze and turned his head, only to find that the man's eyes were still closed.

Feng Yin frowned slightly, wanting to take a closer look at whether the man was awake.

Just now, she clearly felt that someone behind her was watching her.

Could it be that you feel wrong?

"Mother, the eldest brother is out."

At this time, the second child's voice drew Feng Yin's attention back, and he looked towards the pastry shop, and it happened that the boss was carrying a few bags of pastries out of the house.

She retracted her gaze, and Zhang Yiming's hanging heart was also secretly relaxed at this moment.

It's so dangerous!

Why is this woman's perception so keen?

She had only been observing her for less than five seconds before she looked back.

was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, and he didn't dare to come out.

Zhang Xinghe glanced at his mother happily, and hurriedly ran over: "Big brother, I'll help you get some." ”

Zhang Qiubai looked at his brother suspiciously: The second brother has picked up a treasure? Why are you so happy?

Thinking about it, he handed over the object in one of his hands anyway.

Feng Yin watched the two sons come back and urged: "Okay, don't grind, hurry up and drive to the academy." ”

After saying that, he turned around and got into the car, sat next to his husband, and reached out to check his temperature again.

"Eh, mother, you sit tight first, and my son will rush to the car."

Zhang Qiubai agreed, put the pastry in his hand on the cart, and turned around and got on the wheel.

Zhang Xinghe didn't dare to delay, put down his things, and sat next to the boss.

Zhang Qiubai waved his whip to let the ox cart go, and asked casually: "Mother, what's wrong with Dad?" ”

Feng Yin happened to withdraw her hand from her husband's forehead: "It's okay, let's go." ”

"Eh, okay."

Listening to his mother's calm answer, Zhang Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Xinghe couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Mother, how long will we take leave for our father?" ”

"Half a year."

Feng Yin replied casually.

"Half a year?"

The two sons looked back at the same time and exclaimed, causing the pedestrians on the street to stop curiously and look at their family.

Feng Yin glared at the two sons: "What are you making all the fuss about?" ”

"The doctor said, although your father's injury is not particularly serious, it must be taken care of."

The brothers also knew that their reaction was a little bigger, didn't they see that the passers-by were looking at their family with strange eyes?

Zhang Qiubai's face was red, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and drove the ox cart away from the place.

Faced with the reaction of the two cheap sons, Zhang Yiming almost broke his work.

Fortunately, the lady stopped drinking in time and diverted his attention, otherwise she would have revealed the details of her pretending to be unconscious.

Feng Yin inadvertently noticed the man's slightly frowning brows, reached over and stroked it, leaned over and asked softly, "Are you okay?" Does the wound hurt? ”

Zhang Yiming's brows stretched, but he still didn't wake up.

Of course, he couldn't respond to Feng Yin's caring inquiry.

Seeing this, Feng Yin took a deep breath and withdrew his hand, looking at the man beside him.

This person really has no other advantages except for the elegance of a scholar.

Feeling her scrutinizing gaze, Zhang Yiming's heart hung high, for fear that she would find something abnormal.