"Grandma, it's none of your business, you can eat with peace of mind." Duan Qingyuan responded to her shallowly, comforting her, for fear that she would be anxious and guilty.

From childhood to adulthood, in this family, his grandmother loved him the most, and until now, he respects his grandmother the most......

Feng Zhenzhen is not a person to be bullied. Although she looks like a white rabbit on the outside, she actually has a heart like a Hummer.

Someone deliberately can't get along with her, she won't take care of the occasion, she will refute when she should refute, and she will confront when she should confront. Otherwise, if others go too far, she can only blush her face and find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Mom, I know he's this kind of person, because he talked to me last night, and that's what he said. I didn't blame him, I just didn't like the tone he had. Seeing that Zhou Weihong cared more about her feelings, Feng Zhenzhen said to Zhou Weihong.

Her purpose is not to confide, but to explain. When Duan Qingyuan said that, the Duan family would think that she was a sneaky villain, and she had done something unseemly.

Zhou Weihong nodded again, forced a smile and said, "Mom knows, you are a good girl, Qingyuan really needs to pay attention when he speaks." ”

Zhou Weihong did not favor her son, and Feng Zhenzhen's heart was much more comfortable because of this, and she didn't say anything anymore. Although at this moment, Duan Qingyuan stopped his chopsticks again, and his eyes glanced at her coldly and lightly, and she also seemed to ignore it.

Seeing that Zhou Weihong was coaxing Feng Zhenzhen, Duan Yanzheng's gentle eyes also looked at Duan Qingyuan, and said in a tone with a hint of reproach: "Qingyuan, Zhenzhen is already your wife, in the future, you have to get along with her well." ”

Duan Qingyuan turned his head to look at Duan Yanzheng again, his gaze was relatively gentle.

"Dad, don't worry, I don't need you to remind me of this, I know what to do." He said to Duan Yanzheng. The tone is always cold, lazy and lazy, and it feels impatient.

"It's good to know." Duan Yanzheng said again, lowered his head again, and quietly glanced at Zhou Weihong beside him.

For a while, the whole family fell silent, filling their stomachs and intestines, and did not communicate again. Even Grandma Duan didn't say a word, she was afraid that she would say the wrong thing and do the wrong thing again.

In City A, on the first day of marriage, the husband has to accompany his wife back to her parents' home.

With the Duan family, they sat in a reunion, and after breakfast, Feng Zhenzhen was relieved and returned to the upstairs room.

She packed her belongings, briefly sorted out her makeup, and prepared to go home. Even if there is no custom of returning home, she will go home today.

Since she got involved with Duan Qingyuan, her mother has moved out of the original low-cost rental house. Now her mother lives alone in the south of the city, in a house that is not too bad and not too high-end.

Duan Qingyuan was still downstairs, staying in the living room, sitting on the sofa, absentmindedly watching TV. This week, he took marriage leave and did not have to go to work.

Zhou Weihong, who was busy in the kitchen, sneakily watched the movement outside, and saw Feng Zhenzhen go upstairs, and even her back was gone. At this time, she was excited, and her figure quickly rushed to the living room and sat next to Duan Qingyuan.

Through the events of the morning, she could see at a glance that Duan Qingyuan had no love for Feng Zhenzhen. However, since Duan Qingyuan was already married to Feng Zhenzhen, she still did ideological work for Duan Qingyuan.

Zhou Weihong sat next to Duan Qingyuan, put one arm on his shoulder, and reminded him, "Son, you still have an important task to complete today." Today is the first day for you and Zhen Zhen, and you have to accompany Zhen Zhen back to her parents' home. ”

's mother was intimate with herself, so Duan Qingyuan was also intimate with her mother, opened her arms, gently grabbed Zhou Weihong's shoulders, hugged her, and said tiredly: "Okay, I'll accompany her back to her parents' house." ”

Duan Qingyuan agreed to Zhou Weihong without saying a word, which surprised Zhou Weihong again. After being stunned for a moment, Zhou Weihong said again: "That's okay." Son, bring gifts to her parents and brother, and we have arranged them for you. Later, you can just carry it. As he spoke, Zhou Weihong's peach eyes narrowed. She is fair-skinned, half a hundred years old, and her charm still exists.

“OK。” Duan Qingyuan answered her indifferently, and then got up and went upstairs.

Zhou Weihong's gaze steadily circled Duan Qingyuan's gradually departing figure, and watched him go upstairs step by step.

Suddenly, she felt a sigh of emotion in her heart. Although she was not satisfied with Feng Zhenzhen's daughter-in-law, she still secretly prayed, praying that Feng Zhenzhen could bring happiness to Duan Qingyuan for a long time, that Duan Qingyuan could completely forget the woman three years ago, and that the truth of three years ago would never be discovered by Duan Qingyuan.

Duan Qingyuan returned to the third floor, returning to the world that belonged to him and Feng Zhenzhen. As soon as I walked into the room, I saw Feng Zhenzhen carrying her bag, ready to go out.

"Where?" He asked Feng Zhenzhen in a voice without a trace of warmth, and there was no expression on his face.

Feng Zhenzhen's hand unconsciously tightened the strap on the handbag, and Duan Qingyuan's eyes were firm and resentful.

"Do you need to take care of it? Where am I going, do I need to report to you? Feng Zhenzhen asked rhetorically, and she was about to leave after asking.

She knew that even if she said this, Duan Qingyuan would not be angry or sad. Although he was her husband, he did not like her and even regarded her as an enemy.

She hadn't known him for a long time, but she got to know him in general, he was a stubborn, old-fashioned, cold and introverted man. Moreover, he has other women hidden in his heart.

As Feng Zhenzhen expected, Duan Qingyuan's face did not change in any way, and he still stood there blankly, like a handsome sculpture.

"Come back today." Duan Qingyuan said.

Feng Zhenzhen was about to go around him, but when she heard him say these four words, her footsteps naturally stopped.

She knew to be back today. Downstairs before, she didn't call him because she didn't want to. She didn't want to plead with him and curry favor with him without self-respect.

"You're going home with me?" When she stopped again, Feng Zhenzhen stared at Duan Qingyuan's face tightly, asking in disbelief, with a shallow relief in her eyes.

"Well, I'll go home with you." Duan Qingyuan nodded indifferently and answered her.

Duan Qingyuan didn't have a trace of enthusiasm for himself, and Feng Zhenzhen felt it deeply again. Her heart was cold, but she pursed her lips forcefully, pretending to be bold and meaningless, and said in a loud voice: "Then let's go!" Go to my house early so you can get back early! ”

At this moment, Duan Qingyuan went directly to the bathroom bypassing her, looked at her all the way, and said lazily: "You go downstairs first and wait for me." ”

He also had to freshen up and change his clothes.

"Oh." Feng Zhenzhen replied with a word, and felt very bored in her heart.

A few minutes later, Duan Qingyuan returned to the living room on the first floor and met Feng Zhenzhen. Zhou Weihong took out a lot of bags from the side warehouse, large and small, colorful and colorful, stuffed them into their husband and wife, and said with a smile: "These are all brought by you and brought to your mother-in-law." ”