Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Grandpa, I'm here. Feng Jin is here. Do I need to go in?" Han Changqing took his mobile phone and called to ask Xiao Mohan's opinion.

Han Changqing was on the phone and walked past Feng Tianjing.

"Bad uncle." Feng Tianjing teased Xiao Yichu and walked forward with her arms around her.

Both were embarrassed and didn't dare to look directly at each other.

Feng Jin heard the people behind her talking, but she didn't look back. Instead, she walked straight forward, stepped on the snow, walked lightly to the front of the wing room, and stood there in silence for a long time.

"Ya ya," she stretched out her hand and pushed the door open, and walked inside.

In the wing room, incense was lit, and a faint fragrance came, and the room was warm.

An old man, nearly 80 years old, sat in a master's chair, holding the armrests of the chair with both hands. When she heard footsteps, she opened her eyes, stared at Feng Jin with cold black eyes, raised her hand to sweep the teacup on the table, and threw it at Feng Jin's feet.

"Lian Tianxia." The old man opened his eyes and stood up, and saw his enemy with jealous eyes.

She walked over step by step, stood in front of Feng Jin, raised her hand and said nothing, and slapped him.

"Pa" A slap hit Feng Jin's face. Feng Jin knew she was hitting him, but she didn't fight back. She just stood there quietly and took the slap. Her face was tilted to the side and she lowered her head silently.

The old man looked at Feng Jin without saying a word, nor did he resist, and became even more angry.

"Give me back my son." She lifted Feng Jin's hair, but Feng Jin grabbed her hand and held it hard.

The old man was old and his strength was not as good as Feng Jin's. He could only stare at Feng Jin, especially this face, which was exactly the same as Gu Chuyan's, which reminded her of those things in the past.

"The reason why I came here now is that I heard that you hit Tian Jing. Listen to me, I took the slap just now." Feng Jin's voice was very light, as if it had nothing to do with her.

She took a half step forward, grabbed the old man, and forced him to sit on the chair.

Although she was blind, she was resolute and decisive in her work, not inferior to young people at all.

"Since you are here and imprisoned here by the kid from the Xiao family, you should understand that everything will never go according to your will, and you can't use my daughter." Feng Jin said coldly.

She slowly put down the old man's hand with force, and held her face with her hand. Although it was pitch black in front of her, she could still imagine how ugly the old man's face was.

"Aren't you waiting? I am waiting too." Feng Jin said.

The old man looked at her, and the grievances he had held back for so many years seemed to be completely vented when he saw Feng Jin.

"Ah... Lian Tianxia, ​​give me back my son." She grabbed the handrail and kept slapping it. Her own son, for a woman, didn't care about anything, and finally changed his surname.

In the end, for love, he died in the Lian family.

"Son? If you really think he is your son, how could you have done that to him? You let that woman get close to him, and even tried to lure him into bed, forcing him to have no way out and wanting him to betray me. Have you ever thought that he is your son? If he is your son, why don't you understand him?" Feng Jin smiled somewhat ironically.

Especially when she heard her mention "son", she felt inexplicably ironic.

"Enough, you are not worthy of mentioning him." The old woman listened, and she was stubborn and unwilling to believe it.

She slapped the table, with a cold face, grabbing the edge of the table and said: "My daughter has always been good. If it weren't for you, Lian, who insisted on marrying into my Phoenix family, this situation would not have happened."

As if she had done something wrong, but felt that she had not done it.