Mrs. Waste Wood Exploded Again

   Chapter 234 Fengdu Fengjia (1)

  Mo Qianqiu glanced at the ink coldly: "I said, no one can decide my marriage! The people of the Feng family can't arrange it! It's just that the Mo family wants to do this, so I... don't want to make them happy!"

   Ink fell silent.

   Back then, because the son was born with a lame leg, those immortals in the Mo residence did not like the son.

   Later...

   It seems that the young lady from the Feng family took a fancy to the young master, and the attitude of the Mo family changed.

   "Young Master, if you want to make them unhappy, you might as well let the Mo family know that you are..."

   "No, it's not necessary to deal with the Mo family. Besides, these forces are not mine, and I have no qualifications to move them out."

   Ink couldn't help laughing and laughing: "Young Master, it was obviously founded by you, how could it not be yours?"

   "Well," Mo Qianqiu pursed his lips lightly, "because all of these will belong to Xun'er, not mine."

  “…”

   Ink's throat choked.

   Inexplicably was stuffed with a handful of dog food, which made his heart a little sour.

  When will he meet the girl he likes?

  Well, at least that girl should be as good-looking as the inkstone in women's clothes...

  …

  Feng family.

  In the study, there was a sound of coughing.

  The old man is sitting in the study, dressed in a white brocade robe, elegant and indifferent, distinguished and extraordinary.

   Maybe it was because of his poor health, his old face was a little pale, and there were people holding a spittoon beside him for him to expectorate phlegm.

   "Patriarch, you're not in good health, so don't bother."

   The old servant felt a little distressed. The head of the house was getting worse and worse. He had looked for countless doctors, but they only said that he was not seriously ill, but that he was just overworked. In addition, the second young master had disappeared and his mistress had passed away over the years. This is why he was too sad.

There is no cure for   , only to suspend the disease.

   "It doesn't matter," the old man shook his head. "If I can last a day, I can do more for Yun'er. If he comes back in the future, I can safely hand over the Feng family to him."

  Fengyun's talent is amazing, no one has any meaning for him to inherit the Feng family.

  However, Feng Yun has been missing for too many years, if he was still alive, he would have returned long ago...

  Unless he forgot his home, why didn't he return for so many years?

   "But the owner of the house, this old slave is afraid that you will not wait for the young master to come back."

   The corners of the old servant's eyes were wet, and it was the saddest thing for him to see the master's body getting worse day by day.

   Fortunately, the eldest young master will often take time to accompany the head of the family to fulfill his filial piety, otherwise, the head of the family will be more sad.

   "The head of the house," a servant came from outside, "The eldest young master and the young lady have come to see you."

  The old man's eyes fell on the book in his hand, he didn't look up, and no one could see the expression on his face.

   Only the candlelight reflected on the book, leaving layers of shadows.

   "Let him in."

  The old man's voice was still a little sullen, and he said without raising his head.

   Outside the door, a middle-aged man stepped in, and beside him was a girl with a better figure and a beautiful face.

   This girl looks dignified and noble, like a real lady.

   "Father," Feng Cheng ran in front of the old man in a few steps, his eyes full of concern, "How have you been recently?"

  The old man smiled lightly: "It's still the same, you're done with your business outside?"

   "Yes, I'll come back to see Dad as soon as I'm done. This time I also inquired about the whereabouts of my second brother along the way." Feng Cheng lowered his head and said helplessly, "However, I still haven't found him."

   (end of this chapter)