Feng Jiu couldn't help but laugh, "I knew it, you would definitely understand." ”

Long Shaoting couldn't help but stretch out his arms, hugged Fengjiu tightly and said, "Mom, thank you." ”

Feng Jiu patted his back, which had begun to become thick, and said softly: "It's easy to like someone, but you can turn love into deep love, and then turn deep love into mutual companionship, that is the real life, mother hopes, you can have such happiness." ”

Long Shaoting's eyes were extremely firm and said, "Mom, believe me, I will." ”

……

……

Late at night.

Bedroom of the Presidential Palace.

Feng Jiu came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, sat in front of the dresser and slowly dried his hair, and then took a wooden comb and combed it patiently.

Suddenly, her hand holding the wooden comb was tightly held by a large, warm and dry palm.

"I'll help you comb your hair." A deep, magnetic voice came from behind her.

Feng Jiu looked at the tall man standing behind her from the mirror, smiled helplessly, and let go of the wooden comb in his hand.

Long Yutian lowered his head slightly, holding a strand of her long hair in one hand, and holding a wooden comb in the other, gently combing it from head to tail.

Even though she was middle-aged, her hair was still so black and thick, smooth as the finest silk, draped smoothly around her waist.

Every night, as long as he came back early, just in time for her to take a bath, he would take the trouble to comb her hair himself, just like he personally combed her hair on the night of the candle night in the cave room that he and her made up after a hundred days......

And Feng Jiu looked in the mirror, the man who was now the most noble man in the Shenzhou Kingdom was like a most ordinary husband, holding a comb in his hand and concentrating on helping his wife comb her hair.

In this life, if you can have such a husband and have both children and daughters, Fengjiu really feels that she has no regrets in this life......

Thinking of this, Feng Jiu couldn't help but think of Long Shaoting, and the troubles that her son told her to hide in her heart.

After thinking about it, I decided not to tell my husband first.

However, there was another thing that she felt necessary to communicate with Long Yutian.

"Ah Yu, there is something I want to discuss with you." Feng Jiu secretly pondered it and said slowly.

Long Yutian carefully combed her hair, and said with some doubts: "What's the matter?" If it's a family matter, you can just call the shots, and you don't have to discuss it with me. ”

Feng Jiu hesitated for a moment and said, "It's indeed a family matter, but this matter is related to Xiaoxiao, so I can't make up my mind." ”

"Tiny?" Long Yutian held the comb for a moment, raised his head and looked at Feng Jiu from the mirror, frowned and said, "What's wrong with Xiaoxiao?" ”

Feng Jiu said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I'm just guessing ......"

"How did you learn to spit and spit out?" Long Yutian reached over and pinched Fengjiu's cheek with some dissatisfaction, "It's all old husbands and wives, what else can't you say directly?" ”

Feng Jiu immediately said: "You are only old, I am not old." ”

Long Yutian raised his eyebrows, pressed the hand on her cheek, and quietly slipped into the neckline of her bathrobe, and said meaningfully in a deep voice: "Little goblin, dare to say that I am old?" ”

Feng Jiu hurriedly pressed his reckless hand through the bathrobe, "You said it yourself, I didn't say it." ”

Feeling that Long Yutian's hand was about to move again, she hurriedly said, "Don't make trouble first, okay?" I'm talking to you about business! ”

Long Yutian's hand then stopped between the plumpness, and said in a lazy and demagogic tone: "Okay, let you speak first." ”