Mrs. Waste Wood Exploded Again

   Chapter 297 If a boy

   After all, the most powerful sons of the Mo family would not marry Pingle.

   Only Mo Qianqiu could not refuse.

  Pingle knew that her words were useless, and her fate had been set from birth.

   At that moment, she suddenly envied Feng Xun.

   She can be unrestrained and ignore worldly eyes.

The Queen    left after saying this, leaving the space to Pingle, hoping she can figure it out as soon as possible.

  The sun is pouring, pouring in from the window.

   Pingle raised her eyes, her eyes looked at the sunlight outside the window, and the corners of her lips hung a bitter arc.

  If only she was a boy...

   She can, like those men, fight in all directions and push forward with all her might.

  Unfortunately, as a daughter, she could not force her fate after all.

  No one can help her either...

  …

   Fengdu.

  Feng House.

  In the majestic study, there was a sound of coughing, as if to cough out all the lungs.

   Mr. Feng's face was pale, and there was a book in front of him, and there was a shocking pool of blood on the book.

   The old housekeeper beside him looked at the blood that Mr. Feng coughed up, and his heart clenched fiercely.

  The illness of the head of the house...seems to be getting worse.

   "Patriarch, why don't you take a rest? How can you survive like this?" The old man sighed and persuaded bitterly.

   "I'm fine."

   Mr. Feng was holding a writing brush with a smile on his lips.

   "After all, I want to give Ayun a strong Feng family."

   The heart of the old housekeeper was aching. If the owner of the house continues like this, he is afraid that the young master will not be able to come back...

   "Homeowner!"

   At this moment, a hurried footstep sounded: "The head of the family is back."

The old man    Feng smiled: "This old guy is back at last. I thought he was greedy for the outside world and didn't want to come back again, cough cough."

   As soon as he said two words, he coughed again, and a mouthful of blood coughed up on the notebook again. He hurriedly closed it and put it aside.

   "Don't talk too much when you see that old thing later." Mr. Feng casually glanced at the old housekeeper and said lightly.

   The old housekeeper nodded with a wry smile: "Patriarch, this old slave understands."

   What to say, he naturally understands.

  The owner of the house does not want too many people to know about his situation.

   As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Shanya strode in from outside the door. His pace was windy, and within a few steps, he was in front of Mr. Feng.

   "Master, how are you doing recently?" His old face was smiling, and the sadness in his heart was well hidden.

   Mr. Feng smiled and said, "It's good, why did you come back? I heard you praised the girl all the time, why didn't you bring it back?"

   Shi Shanya was stunned for a moment, and smiled reluctantly: "She still has a lot of things to do, and it's not convenient for her to come back. You will meet in the future."

   "Is that so? I'm curious, what kind of little girl can make you fall in love with your eyes above the top? Why? Do you want to find a daughter-in-law for Wushuang?"

   Shi Shanya has sons and daughters, and several grandsons.

   But what he likes most is the apprentice Shi Wushuang.

   "I have this idea, but I have to see if she is unparalleled," Shi Shanya laughed, but he picked up a stool and sat down unceremoniously, "Old man Feng, I'm serious..."

   He paused and asked.

   "If you can't find Feng Yun, or, after finding him, you find that he is no longer there, what will happen?"

  Fengyun...isn't there anymore?

   Father Feng's heart seemed to have been dug out because of these words, and he coughed again in pain.

   (end of this chapter)