Ding Zhenyan looked at Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming in amazement: "......" Well, this is what a good-faced scholar like Uncle Zhang can say!

He lived to be twelve years old, and he had never heard a man speak to his woman like this.

Zhang Yiming was a little embarrassed by the two.

But his naturally old-fashioned face didn't show it at all.

Stretched out his hand to pat Feng Yin, and said softly, "What's wrong with the lady?" Do you think that your husband has become young and handsome these days? ”

Feng Yin: "......" has a thick skin like a city wall.

But in the face of the man's hopeful gaze, she had to echo casually: "Well, I am indeed a little younger than some time ago." ”

Zhang Yiming's face fell, as if he had been hit hard: "How young are you?" ”

Feng Yin looked at him speechlessly: "What else do you want?" ”

"If you really want to be young, shave your beard and make sure you look a few years younger than you are now."

"Is that okay?"

Zhang Yiming blinked expectantly, "Lady, do you support me in shaving my beard?" ”

"I don't care."

Feng Yin said in a light tone, "It's good if you're happy." ”

"Okay, then I'll shave my beard."

As if he had received an oracle, Zhang Yiming got up and prepared to get a razor to shave his beard.

The couple's dialogue style is something Ding Zhencai has never heard of.

So the whole process is always in a wide-eyed, open-mouthed, incredulous expression.

Now I hear that Zhang Yiming really wants to shave his beard in order to make himself look a few years younger.

The young man instantly became excited, stretched out his hand and hurriedly grabbed him: "Uncle, uncle, calm down, calm down." ”

Zhang Yiming: "What to do?" ”

Don't look at him as very gentle and easy to talk to Feng Yin.

But for people other than her, the man is not half patient, his tone is cold, and he invisibly exudes the momentum of being a college professor.

Ding Zhenyi was taken aback by this momentum, and instinctively wanted to let go.

But thinking about the consequences of him really shaving his beard, the boy's hand tightened again.

Under this pressure, he said: "Uncle, you should calm down first. ”

"As the saying goes, the body is skinned, and the parents are received."

"If you shave your beard like this, you will be laughed at by your colleagues and acquaintances when you go out."

After a pause, he added: "What's more, as a scholar, you should know what kind of person will not have a beard at your age?" ”

Zhang Yiming: "...... it, is this the fate of not being able to shake off a handful of beards?"

Feng Yin listened to Ding Zhencai's persuasion, and couldn't laugh.

"If the lady wants to laugh, laugh out, and the husband won't blame you."

Zhang Yiming retracted his foot, patted Ding Zhenyu and grabbed his hand, "Let go, the old man is just joking with the lady, why are you in a hurry, little guy?" ”

"Really...... It's true? ”

Ding Zhencai was not particularly relieved and asked, "Uncle Zhang, we really can't shave this beard." ”

"Let it go."

Zhang Yiming was caught by this kid, and his wet body didn't count.

Feng Yin snorted and laughed: "Okay, Zhencai, your uncle is really just joking with me, don't be nervous." ”

"Hey, hey."

Ding Zhenyan hurriedly let go and said with a wry smile: "Uncle, don't be angry with your little nephew." ”

"Just now I saw that your words and deeds are the same as the real thing, and the little nephew is in a hurry...... That's it, please don't blame it. ”

Feng Yin saw the young man's hand grasping in the air, she couldn't hold back, and laughed again.

Ding Zhenyan looked at Zhang Yiming uneasily, and then looked at Feng Yin on the table with a smile, and her little face was so embarrassed.

Listening to the demonic laughter, Zhang Yiming looked at her speechlessly, and called weakly: "Lady? ”