One Thousand Two Hundred Thirty-Three: Preparing for War, Recuperating (12)
Feng Zhen's self-righteous humor made his son give him a cold look.
"Father said carefully, Changsheng is still young, what does she know?"
Feng Zhen murmured, "It's as if you understand it very well, do you want to take you to open your eyes for my father?"
My own son has already had catharsis, and there is no harm in knowing some things in advance.
Boys have dream ejaculation, which means that they have the ability to pass on the family line.
Just kidding, Fengzhen knew that his son was weak since he was a child, and if he really wanted to get married and pass on the heir, he should wait until after the weak crown.
Feng Yi said, "Father—"
Feng Zhen replied, "What?"
"A quarter of an hour is up, the boy will leave first, and we will discuss the rest of the matter when we return home."
After all, Feng Yi got up and left, leaving Feng Zhen a cool and indifferent back.
Fengzhen: "..."
(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻
This is definitely not the son of Laozi!
Fengyi walked back to the classroom with light steps, her expression was still calm, and she could faintly see her future demeanor.
He walked through the corridor all the way. The dwarf pine planted in the academy was covered with a layer of snow. Several figures in blue and white school uniforms sat or leaned on the rockery, benches, and long tables, holding a bamboo slip or bamboo paper in their hands. The cut book, the clear sound of reading floats into the ears——
Every time she saw such a situation, Fengyi's mood would jump a little, as if her body became lighter.
He pushed open the paper door of the classroom, bent down and put on clean socks and clogs, walked to his seat and sat down.
Not long after sitting there, a figure also sneaked into this classroom.
"What is Uncle Feng looking for you for?"
Chang Sheng opened his textbook to cover his face with one hand, and sat upright on the surface, whispering to Feng Yi in private.
"Father and Aunt Xiu's happy event is coming soon." Feng Yi replied.
Chang Sheng pouted and asked, "A good thing is coming soon?"
Feng Yi said, "When they get married, Aunt Xiu will be the mistress. I will call her mother."
Changsheng is almost half a round younger than Fengyi.
No matter how smart and sensible she is, she can't understand many things thoroughly.
"But, but she's not your mother—is this another mother?"
Feng Yi said, "Yes, but father is more important."
Changsheng blinked, his eyes filled with puzzlement.
Feng Yi said, "My mother passed away for many years, and my father is not too old. When I get married, is it possible to leave my father alone at home? While he is still young, find someone close to accompany him earlier, so as not to be lonely in his old age. No matter how caring the children are, there will always be another family to take care of, and the caring is not as considerate as my wife. If my father is determined to get married, I can also settle a problem."
Changsheng was confused.
I already have a mother, but I still want to find another strange woman to be my mother. Is it really uncomfortable?
She just imagined—
If her father brought a strange woman as her mother, she would definitely be very sad.
Feng Yi saw her thoughts, "The person who will accompany me for a long time in the future will not be my father, and similarly, the person who will accompany my father will not be me."
Changsheng had a bitter face, and the baby's fat snow skin was slightly flushed.
Feng Yi couldn't help poking it, and a small piece of her fat face was sunken.
He said, "You will understand when you grow up."
Changsheng said distressedly, "Oh, I don't want to understand, little brother Fengyi should understand for Changsheng."
Feng Yi said, "Yes."
After school was over on time, Feng Yi sent Chang Sheng, Sun Lan and Qi Guan Jing Hui back to their respective residences.
Fortunately, all the mansions were very close to each other, and the farthest was only one street. He returned home before sunset.
After returning home, Fengyi called the housekeeper to discuss her father's marriage.
but--
"These days, I don't seem to see any intersection between the two of them. Why did my father suddenly—"
The butler twitched, he didn't know whether he should tell his little man about the adult world.
Feng Yi saw the clue, and asked, "Could something have happened?"
Butler Road,
"Two days ago, Lord Lan Ting bestowed fruit wine newly buried the year before last. The master has been interested in that lady for a long time, so he used this to invite Madam Wan to come to enjoy the snow. The original intention was to get closer and talk about family affairs. Unexpectedly... ...The wine is not like ordinary rice wine or sake, it is strong and spicy, and has a great aftertaste. The master claims to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, he has no restraint at all, and accidentally drank too much—"
Ordinary sake or rice wine, with a little capacity for drinking, you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
Said to be wine, the degree is only a little higher than plain water.
Even a woman who never drinks alcohol can drink a pot or two.
The two big-hearted people thought it was ordinary wine——
The moonlight was clear, the snow scene was alluring, the two were drunk, and there was only a layer of window paper between them——
Push the boat with the current and roll together.
Although it was a bit of a surprise, there was no moral integrity in the war era, and the two of them were unmarried men and women, so it was normal to drive a car.
Wan Xiu'er wanted to hide the matter, but Feng Zhen took this opportunity to propose marriage.
The former is a widowed woman, and her relatives and elders are not around, so she can decide her own marriage.
Fengzhen has a son who is almost grown up by his side. If he remarries, he must seek Fengyi's opinion.
After hearing this, Feng Yi's expression darkened.
"absurd!"
For entering and leaving the boudoir of the opposite sex before being married and giving a title, and doing such things that damage the reputation of others, my father is really stupid!
The butler remained silent, as if he hadn't heard Feng Yi scolding her father for being ridiculous.
The son doesn't say anything about his father's faults, no matter how badly Fengzhen did, in terms of the current atmosphere, Fengyi shouldn't belittle him like this.
After calming down, Fengyi asked the housekeeper to get Fengzhen's private treasury and public ledger.
Marry him back as soon as possible, otherwise it will be bad if you kill someone.
The butler wasn't worried about that—
"Master, the young man who came out after several years of marriage—"
Because Fengzhen was born weak, it affected Fengyi.
Not to mention that Fengzhen had been taking Hanshisan for a while. Although he had quit smoking and had taken care of his body honestly for a few years, it still had some impact.
One shot into the soul?
nonexistent!
I heard that Mrs. Wan also has some physical problems. The chances of these two people getting killed is probably not high.
Feng Yi said, "Is it guaranteed to happen?"
Knowing father Mo Ruozi, according to Fengzhen's temperament, he managed to eat meat with great difficulty, and maybe he would even do ridiculous things like staying overnight in the boudoir.
If you don't do it once, if you come a few more times, you will be hit if you are not sure.
The butler was speechless.
Mr. Xiao Lang's words are also very reasonable!
The annual vacation of Jinlin Academy is about to begin, and Fengyi has a lot of time every day to prepare for her father and stepmother's wedding.
He was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, which actually made the two parties useless.
Wan Xiu'er is not as thick-skinned as Feng Zhen, but rather embarrassed.
Feng Zhen said, "Don't worry - let him practice his hands now, so that he can marry Feng Huaiyu's daughter in the future, so I won't worry about him."
Wan Xiuer: "..."
The son who didn't beat this father to death is definitely his own!
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