Every time he said a few words, he looked up at Zhen Guogong's face, and after saying a word, the man melted into the darkness again. Of course, before going in and disappearing, the man pointed to Zhen Guogong's head and said, "I finally know that the sentence of being angry is not made up." ”

"This damn boy!" Zhen Guogong didn't catch the man, so he was sullen, "Who is this little cub like?" ”

"Not like you?" Mrs. Hua glanced at Zhen Guogong, stretched out her finger and tapped Zhen Guogong's forehead twice, quite helpless but a little funny, how can this old and young not be right since they met?

The old one tries to make the little one obedient, and the little one does something casually to make the old one angry.

But......

Mrs. Hua looked at her husband in front of her, her eyes were full of tenderness, he, she hadn't had such a vivid expression for a long time, only when she knew that this was not some powerful imperial boss, but a man of flesh and blood, joy and anger, this man was her husband.

Fenghua is an infectious child.

She knew that although she had been very hard to take care of Fenghua before, in the past three years, Fenghua had been trying to make herself happy, which seemed to make her angry, but in fact she had forgotten her troubles for a while.

Gradually, she also felt the long-lost family affection and warmth.

Watching Fenghua grow up day by day, the bitterness she experienced seemed to have turned into sweetness, but fortunately, she protected the child.

Stretching out his hand and wrapping it around Zhen Guogong's neck, the two enjoyed a rare peace, quietly looking out the window, and the warm atmosphere surrounded the two of them. The anger on Zhen Guogong's body also dissipated, as long as she was still by her side, there was nothing that could not be overcome.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

If you have you all your life, you will be well.

In the study, there was peace and tranquility, and no one came to disturb them.

On the other side, the grace of the chickens and dogs that finally tossed the kitchen finally left here with compassion after being full of wine and food.

It's just that when leaving, not without malice, I touched the delicate faces of those young maids, and by the way, I picked up someone's sleeve and wiped it on my face.

Leaving behind, the entire kitchen was speechless and choked with tears.

Since then, after everyone has experienced such a tragic situation, they have all psychologically labeled this little prince as a ban on entering.

After eating and drinking, Fenghua swaggered back to his room, and was about to see how much fat powder on his face had fallen off and was about to make up for it, when he suddenly heard the smell of a person in his room.

Turning his head sideways, the big bed that originally belonged to him, at this time lay a young man with an unadult-shaped nose and a swollen face, with a weak appearance, and a pair of beautiful eyes except for a trace of stunned after seeing the fat powder on Fenghua's face condensed, there was no other expression.

"Hey, you're the scholar." With such a face that looked a little tangled after being splashed with a basin of water, Fenghua came to the young man.

The young man calmed down, stabilized his mood again, and finally couldn't look at Fenghua at all, and twisted his head away with difficulty.