Chapter 72: Your father-in-law came to pick you up

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Hearing this, Feng Qianmo didn't hesitate any longer, put on his cloak, and walked out the door.

Lone Smoke naturally followed, as for Darkwing......

"You'd better get your wounds healed before I come back."

Before leaving, Feng Qianmo left a sentence slowly, and then strode out of the door without looking back.

In the study, only Dark Wing was left alone, touching the corner of his lips with one hand in a daze.

At this time, Ling Han was driving the carriage back, and his mood was still quite happy.

A fight with Dark Wing completely stimulated her fighting spirit. It seems that the martial arts of the ancients are still okay, maybe she can combine ancient and modern martial arts together.

At that time, it will be impossible for anyone to hurt her or little Monchic.

She can't learn this kind of thing like internal force, but in terms of martial arts, maybe she can steal a teacher to learn art.

I have to say that the sets and actions of the dark wing just now are also okay.

He already had an idea in his heart, and Ling Han couldn't help humming a little song.

"Walking on the country road, the shepherd boy's song is rippling......"

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The song flew on the sheep intestine path, crisp and bright.

In the carriage, little Meng Qiqi leaned on the side of the carriage and listened to Ling Han's singing with an intoxicated expression, and at the same time, he felt sad for some people in his heart.

My mother must be thinking about some bad water in her stomach again!

I drove back to the old woman's house, and it was almost dusk.

Ling Han deliberately brought some side dishes back from the inn, drove the carriage back to the courtyard, tied it to the stake, pulled Xiao Mengqiqi off the carriage, and then walked towards the house.

But before he entered the house, he could already hear a low sobbing sound coming from inside.

The low sobs are full of vicissitudes, as if they have gone through the rings of the year.

Inexplicably, I can feel the emotions that I am trying to suppress in this voice, and I leak out little by little in this choked cry.

Reaching out, he lifted the curtain on the outside of the door, and when he walked inside, the choking sound suddenly stopped.

The room was a little dim, but with her keen observation, she could easily find the old woman huddled in the corner.

"Old Man's ......"

There was some inquiry, but there was still some uncertainty in his voice.

For she did not know what had made this woman so sad, like a wounded kitten and puppy, huddled in a dark corner, licking her wounds alone.

Even the little Meng Qiqi beside him was silent, but the big black eyes looked into the corner with questions.

The old woman in the corner barely stood up, but her hands were shaking all the time, and the emotions she was trying to suppress were all around her.

"Ah, you're back, have you had dinner?"

I tried very hard to suppress the voice, not wanting people to hear the strangeness, but that kind of hoarseness couldn't be concealed at all.

The old woman moved her thin body and prepared to go out the door, her head full of white hair kept low as if she could not see anyone.

Originally, she wanted to stop the old woman, but thinking of the old woman's current mood, she still pretended to be casual and said, "Old man, then you can boil some porridge, there is already a dish." โ€

Raising a few side dishes in his hand, Ling Han had a smile on his face.

But the old woman didn't even look at it, and turned around and walked out of the house.

Putting all the dishes on the table, looking at the simple decoration in the room, Ling Han was a little dizzy.

Reluctantly standing on his heels, Ling Han sat on the kang, but his mind was blank.

When the old woman walked into the house again, she had already recovered her mood, "Little lady, it's time to eat." โ€

As usual, the old woman put all the porridge in a bowl and laid it on the table, her withered hands as if nothing had happened.

Extremely calm.

The doubts in his heart became more and more confused, but Ling Han did not make a sound.

Silently moved the chopsticks, and then began to eat, the whole process was so calm that even the sound of sipping porridge was clear and audible.

Until the meal was finished, I was still cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks as I did yesterday, and there was nothing unusual.

Seeing the old woman silently walk out of the house, little Mengqi lowered her head, "Mother, what's wrong with this old woman?" โ€

It is normal for children to be curious, but Ling Han is not clear about this matter, so naturally it is not easy to say more.

"I don't know, children's families, don't ask indiscriminately."

In this way, little Monchiqi was a little reluctant. He pouted and said, "Mother, Meng Qiqi is already an adult!" โ€

Almost bursting out laughing, Ling Han covered his mouth and coughed lightly with a smile, "Ahem, boy, you are a child at best." โ€

How could little Meng Qiqi not hear it if the stage was obviously demolished, and turned his head to the side, he was very unwilling, "Mother, I am a child, you are a young woman!" โ€

Originally, he thought that this sentence would choke Ling Han, but Ling Han just chuckled, and the laughter was as crisp as a silver bell.

"I didn't say I'm not a young woman!"

It's a fact, and of course she won't deny it.

Little Monchic's face darkened suddenly, and those dark eyes seemed to say: I am not a child! I'm an adult, I'm an adult!

Just when the mother and son were joking, the old woman's hoarse voice came from outside, "Little lady, your father-in-law has come to pick you up!" โ€

There seemed to be some joy in his voice, which was inexplicable.

Then the sentence was obviously shouting at Ling Han in the house, and when he looked out the window, the sky was already dark.

I thought it was a little strange, but I walked out of the house quickly, I thought the old woman was joking, but she was just ......

"Why are you here!"

The first thing he asked was such a sentence, and it wasn't until he calmed down that Ling Han realized that the tone of what he had just said seemed to really respond to what the old woman said.

Looking at Feng Qianmo, who was already dismounted and standing in the yard, it seemed that he was a little dusty.

Joon's face smiled at what she said, as if it were a bright star in the night sky.

My heart jumped "plopping", and I don't know if it was because of the old woman's words, or because of the sincerity in Feng Qianmo's eyes.

The old woman in the courtyard, Gu Yan, and the little Meng Qiqi beside Ling Han were all silent about this.

I don't want to break the quiet scene in front of me.

Time, as if it stood still at this time, suddenly embedded a voice, "Mother, what are you looking at!" โ€

The immature voice sounded outside the wall, and suddenly came back to his senses, and when he followed the sound, he saw the villager in the corner of the wall who hurriedly shrank his body.

As if he had been woken up, Ling Han was actually in a cold sweat behind him.

Immediately armed with a cold look, Ling Han didn't expect Feng Qianmo to catch up so quickly.

What she didn't know was that there was such a small village in the direction of the eastern suburbs of the capital, and as long as she inquired a little in the village, she could know the situation in this village.

A young woman like Ling Han is still in a family with a child, and everyone in the village is naturally well-known.

After all, it's not a glorious thing.

"What are you going to do?"

Restore that cold appearance again, and it is so beautiful under the cover of the moonlight.

Feng Qianmo's eyes were full of tenderness, and his voice was low and hoarse, but it seemed to have a magnetic field.

It's so exciting.

"I'll take you home."

The word "home" hit Ling Han's heart. This time, Feng Qianmo didn't say that he wanted to take her back to the house, but went home.

Even if there is some looseness in the heart, it does not mean anything.

"I'm sorry, you and I are two parallel lines, and there will be no intersection."

No matter what she thought of home as before, but now, as long as there is little Monchiki, it is home!

When he heard her words, Feng Qianmo's sword eyebrows twisted, and he looked at Ling Han with some doubts in his eyes. But he quickly found the words.

"He is the intersection between me and you."

Feng Qianmo's hand pointed directly at Xiao Meng Qiqi beside Ling Han, and the firmness on his face was terribly firm.

Ling Han, who was standing on the opposite side, could probably guess that Feng Qianmo would say such a thing, and he already had a way to deal with it.

"Did you give birth to the child or did you raise it?"

Just such a sentence is already choked with nothing to say.

Ling looked at Feng Qianmo with cold eyes, and said mercilessly, "Since you can't say it, what is the connection between us?" โ€

It's not an ordinary mess, naturally you can feel the kind of gossip around you.

I feel like a monkey being played on the street, and that taste is naturally not good.

"Alright, you can go back!"

Without saying much, Ling Han turned around directly, took Xiao Meng Qiqi's hand and prepared to go inside.

The little Meng Qiqi who was being pulled took advantage of Ling Han's inattention, turned his head to Feng Qianmo, and squirmed his lips: Could it be that you don't want your daughter-in-law anymore?

If it were normal, such a ghost elf's little Meng Qiqi would definitely make Feng Qianmo laugh.

It's just that now, it's better to take advantage of this kid's good mood and quickly abduct his own woman home!

As for the time come, his princess will naturally belong to him alone!

Thinking of this, Feng Qianmo stopped Ling Han, who was about to walk into the house, "Wait!" โ€

Originally, he didn't plan to turn around, but Feng Qianmo behind him opened his mouth and said, "You don't dare to turn around, maybe it's because you're afraid that what I said will shake your will!" โ€

This is obviously the method of agitation, but Ling Han is really used.

She didn't think that Feng Qianmo had any reason to convince her, it wasn't that she was arrogant, the main thing was that she wouldn't be tempted by this kind of thing at all.

Turning around, she looked at Feng Qianmo, who was approaching in her direction, with a sneer, and said in a cold voice, "I want to see what you want to say." โ€

Walking in front of Ling Han, the distance between the two was less than half a meter, so close, it was really Ling Han who almost wanted to laugh out loud.

"Could it be that you plan to use beautiful men?"

When he said this, Ling Han looked at Feng Qianmo in front of him very unceremoniously, and couldn't help but sneer while looking at it.

"Are you sure you can handle it with your size?"

Such a sentence is undoubtedly challenging Feng Qianmode's authority, not only the dignity on his face, but also his whole person.

It was very smooth to be choked by Ling Han's words, and when he saw Gu Yan standing behind him twisting his face to the side, Feng Qianmo was even more sure that he had not misunderstood Ling Han's meaning.

This woman is actually contempting her authority as a man?

My heart burned with fighting spirit all of a sudden. He must chase this woman back into his hands! When the time comes, I want her to see how she doesn't look like a man!

Standing forward, Feng Qianmo smiled, as if he was not affected by what happened just now.