After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Chapter 35 It's Better To Know Your Identity

The little girl named Feng Qingqing was taken aback for a moment, and her expression froze at this moment. She had never seen such a serious grandma.

very scary.

Feng Qingqing?
It turns out that this little girl's surname is Feng, no wonder she is called Feng Yichen's second brother.

Shi Moran saw that she was about to cry, she opened her mouth first, "Wow..."

It sounded like a kettle being boiled.

Feng Qingqing, who had already opened her mouth slightly, immediately opened her eyes wide and looked at Shi Moran who started to cry again. Grandma was fierce to her, but she hadn't even cried yet. Why is this stupid woman crying?
"Grandma, you are so fierce~."

Blinking her eyes, Dou Da's tears rolled down directly from Shi Moran's eye sockets, she sniffed and cried aggrievedly.

She did it on purpose, because she wanted to follow Feng Qingqing's path, leaving Feng Qingqing with nowhere to go!
Feng Qingqing: "???"

Didn't she say this sentence?

Grandma is the one who is fierce.

Feng Yichen: "..."

He had never been so speechless in his life.

Women: "..."

This idiot named Shi Moran, why does he cry at every turn, and the crying sound is so ugly!
"Okay, grandma is not fierce, grandma is not fierce anymore."

The old lady Feng immediately took Shi Moran's hand, patted the back of her hand lightly, and comforted her softly.

"Really, really? Isn't grandma fierce?"

Choked with sobs, Shi Moran asked with a sob.

The shoulders also trembled.

"Really, when did grandma kill you? Go, grandma will take you to wash your face. Look at your little tabby cat. It's not pretty at all."

The old lady Feng nodded quickly, and raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Shi Moran's face in distress.

"Okay, Ranran listens to grandma."

With his head down, Shi Moran pursed his lips and agreed.

When the old lady Feng turned around, she glared at Feng Yichen sharply, as if warning him of something.

Without saying anything, she held Shi Moran's hand, and under the gaze of everyone, He Shi Moran disappeared through the round arch.

"Second brother, grandma doesn't like me anymore?"

Feng Qingqing came to Feng Yichen's side, stretched out her hand and tugged at the corner of Feng Yichen's clothes, raised her head and asked inexplicably.

"How could it be? Qingqing will always be grandma's favorite."

The corner of Feng Yichen's mouth raised a smile that was so shallow that it was almost invisible, comforting Feng Qingqing.

After finishing speaking, he continued to look at the round arch where the old lady Feng and Shi Moran were no longer there, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

You know, from Feng Qingqing's birth to now, the old lady has never been cruel to her once.

But today, it was the first time she was so serious to Feng Qingqing because of Shi Moran.

What is Shi Moran's relationship with the old lady?
"Second Young Master, it seems that the old lady likes Miss Shi very much."

It was not only Feng Yichen who also looked at the door, but also women.

Withdrawing his gaze, Feng Yichen looked at the woman coldly, "Does it have something to do with you? Yang Zishan, it's better for you to take care of things you shouldn't care about!"

Yang Zishan's expression changed in vain, from surprise to embarrassment, but only in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, Second Young Master."

Under Feng Yichen's cold gaze that could not be ignored, she could only lower her head and obey his wishes.

No longer looking at Yang Zishan, Feng Yichen's eyes fell on Feng Qingqing's round face, "Qingqing, let's go. I brought you your favorite gift."

"Okay, second brother."

The young Feng Qingqing was still wondering what Feng Yichen meant to his mother Yang Zishan just now.

But when she heard that Feng Yichen had bought her her favorite gift, she immediately forgot everything.

He actively stretched out his small fleshy hand to grab Feng Yichen's hand that was hanging by his side.

Feng Yichen was taken aback for a moment, and frowned. Looking along, he saw a fleshy but very small hand tightly grasping his index finger.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, there was no change in his stern face, and he lifted his foot towards the door.

"Second brother, walk slowly, Qingqing can't keep up."

The short-legged Feng Qingqing followed Feng Yichen with big strides, almost trotting.

But she had short legs, so she couldn't keep up with Feng Yichen's long legs.

"Ah."

Feng Yichen faintly replied "um", and slowed down his pace by the way.

Yang Zishan, who stayed where she was, clenched her teeth and stared intently at her.From the backs of the two, the originally fresh and elegant faces gradually showed a lot of dissatisfaction.

Sensing the strange gaze behind him, Feng Yichen stopped, but did not turn around.

"You better understand who you are!"

After dropping these words, he continued to move forward.

The expression on Yang Zishan's face froze, she quickly lowered her head, not daring to say a word.

Sure enough, Feng Yichen still hated and even loathed her as before, and he didn't change his opinion of her just because he came back after staying abroad for so many years.

The two were walking on the cobblestone path, Feng Qingqing was as happy as a little rabbit, bouncing along beside Feng Yichen.

Suddenly, she stopped, raised her head and looked at Feng Yichen, her round face was full of doubts, "Second brother, why is your wife a crybaby? Just talk to Mo Jin from our kindergarten." Same, cry at every turn!"

(End of this chapter)