Chapter 842 - A Thick Breath of ...... Plastic?
This eye-to-eye eviction order can be said to be very obvious.
As long as you are not blind, you can see it.
Feng Qing, who was treated differently from beginning to end: "......"
Is it okay to be wronged?
Jian Chu looked at Feng Qing's expression, observed it for a while, and chuckled.
"Shall we go back to the old house to have dinner with grandma in the evening?"
Suddenly asked, Feng Qing was stunned for a moment, and then she hated Jian Chu's natural tone like a hostess, and she was a little unhappy.
Then I thought that the third brother had been so dizzy that she couldn't tell right from wrong, so she must let her grandmother see the true face of this woman.
Agreed right away.
"Okay." Feng Qing smiled sweetly and agreed quickly.
Jian Chu smiled when he saw this, and didn't say anything more.
Feng Yichen was a little unhappy.
Why do the three of them get along with each other and add an outsider?
However, Jian Chu didn't seem to see the man's blackened face, and sat on the sofa by himself.
After that, he looked up at Feng Qing and said with a smile: "Sit." ”
It's the mistress again!
Feng Qing took a deep breath and smiled: "Okay." ”
After that, the two girls sat on the sofa and talked with a smile.
This made Feng Yichen raise his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't understand it too much.
When Su Wei came in to deliver coffee and snacks, he saw that the two people on the sofa were talking very harmoniously.
There is a strong smell of ...... Plastic?
Xiao Yi sat on the single sofa on the side, looking at the two of them, looking at me and talking, looking like they were having a pleasant conversation, and always felt that something was wrong.
However, Feng Yichen was not affected, and in order to go back early, he started to work.
The two talked for a while, and they also said that they were tired, so they simply sat on the sofa and did their own things.
Jian Chu knew that Feng Qing didn't like herself very much, and she didn't like Feng Qing much.
But in the end, it is Feng Yichen's sister, whether she is close or not, she is also surnamed Feng.
If she could, she was naturally reluctant to make enemies, even if she kept her expression peaceful.
And not to mention Feng Yichen, Feng Old Lady, she didn't want to embarrass her old man.
The most unsightly thing for the elderly is the conflict in the family.
The reason why she gave Feng Qing a step just now was because she had been observing this girl since she entered the house.
It can be seen that although this girl has a big temper and is a little coquettish, she is not a bad-hearted person.
In that case, there is no need to make the relationship too stiff.
Although she was sure that she had a conflict with Feng Qing, Feng Yichen would definitely be on her side, but she was unwilling to let him make such a choice.
Feng Qing sat on the side fiddling with her mobile phone, and when she looked to the side, she saw that Jian Chu was playing a game with Xiao Yi.
The mother and son talked and laughed, so lively.
Feng Qing's mobile phone interface is randomly clicked in, up and down, left and right, and is still in the same interface, and I didn't look at it at all.
It's just an illusion that you're concentrating on playing with your phone.
She snorted in her heart as she watched the mother and son play happily.
Sure enough, he was hypocritical, he just pretended to have a happy chat with himself, and when he saw that the third brother was busy with work, he revealed his true form.
Feng Qing looked at her phone, constantly scratching up and down, listening to the conversation between the two.
After listening for a while, she could tell what the two of them were probably playing.
"You haven't even played ten levels of such a simple game, you're stupid."
Feng Qing muttered in a low voice.
However, in such a big place, no matter how small the sound is, it can be heard.
When Jian Chu heard this, he glanced sideways at her.
Then he smiled and patted Xiao Yi on the back: "Such a simple game, go to your aunt, she must clear the customs quickly." ”