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

Chapter 39 What to Do When They Fight

Clenching the hands on the table slightly, the old lady Feng tried her best to suppress her temper, and it took a long time to calm down.

"That's it, that's it."

She waved her hand, then looked at Feng Yichen and Feng Lingyi, hesitating to speak.

"old lady."

A middle-aged man's voice came from the door.

Shi Moran turned his head curiously, only to see a man in a suit and leather shoes, with a square-cut Chinese character face and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a modest demeanor came in from the door.

Who is this Feng family?

"Daddy."

Just when Shi Moran felt that this man could not be the so-called big brother, Feng Qingqing's delicate voice came from his ears.

Immediately afterwards, from the corner of my eye, I saw Feng Qingqing's petite figure running up and running towards the middle-aged man at the door.

"Qingqing, is she being good today?"

The middle-aged man bent down and hugged Feng Qingqing.

"Yes, Qingqing is very good."

Feng Qingqing hugged the middle-aged man's neck, her small cheek was pressed against the man's slightly rough face.

"This must be Yi Chen's wife, Miss Shi."

After the middle-aged man glanced around, his eyes fell on Shi Moran who was staring curiously, and the light in his eyes flashed past.

"Ah."

The old lady Feng replied flatly.

Holding Feng Qingqing in his arms, the middle-aged man walked directly in front of Shi Moran and smiled gently, "I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Qingqing's father and the son-in-law of Mrs. Feng. My name is Gu Haotian."

"What is a son-in-law? Can you eat it?"

Shi Moran bit her finger, blinked her eyes, her pretty and innocent face was full of innocence.

Forehead······

Gu Haotian suddenly didn't know how to answer.

"Since everyone is here..."

The old lady Feng spoke in time, but stopped in the middle of her words.

Looking at Feng Qingqing who was being held in the arms of the middle-aged man and clinging to him, he said, "Qingqing, go and take your second sister-in-law to the back garden to catch butterflies and dragonflies."

"Does she also like to catch butterflies and dragonflies?"

Feng Qingqing, who tilted her head and stared at her toes in boredom, instantly regained her spirits when she heard Old Madam Feng's words.

"I like it, I like it very much. Let's catch dragonflies together."

Shi Moran nodded abruptly, staring at Feng Qingqing with light and expectation in his eyes.

How could she not understand that old lady Feng's actions were nothing more than trying to separate her and Feng Qingqing, and discuss important matters with these people in front of her.

It's just that she still can't figure it out, since the middle-aged man in front of her is Feng Qingqing's father, and he is just the son-in-law of the Feng family.

Then, it stands to reason that the elegant woman in the cheongsam she saw in the courtyard is the daughter of Old Madam Feng.

Feng Yichen's aunt.

But, judging from Feng Yichen's attitude, it seemed that he didn't treat her as an aunt?

Furthermore, Mrs. Feng summoned all the members of the Feng family, but only that woman was missing...
"Okay, let's go, let's catch butterflies and dragonflies!"

Feng Qingqing was as excited as if she had found a playmate.

"Be careful, got it?"

Gu Haotian took advantage of the situation to put Feng Qingqing down from her arms, patted her on the head lightly and said.

"Understood, Daddy, don't worry. Don't talk about it, I'll take her to catch butterflies."

After saying that, Feng Qingqing walked to Shi Moran's side, grabbed her hand, and pulled her out.

Shi Moran quickly followed her steps, like a playful child.

Feng Yichen turned his head and looked at the backs of the two, his brows furrowed unconsciously, the old lady was so relieved to let Shi Moran and Feng Qingqing be together?
What if the two of them fight?
Feng Qingqing is not Shi Moran's opponent at all.

But it's not certain, although Shi Moran has the advantages of height and size, but she is much dumber than Feng Qingqing.

Furthermore, Feng Qingqing is not a vegetarian.

After leaving the hall, Feng Qingqing ordered the servants to get the tools for catching butterflies, while she took Shi Moran to the back garden.

Passing through winding cobbled paths and long corridors, a lawn and flowers as big as a football field appeared in Shi Moran's sight.

Various colorful flowers are blooming on the lush grass.

There is a faint fragrance of green grass and indescribable floral fragrance in the air.

On the right is a pavilion full of ancient architectural features.

There is a brown column on the top of the pavilion, like a big Buddha sitting on the top of the pavilion reciting poetry.

The roof of the pavilion is composed of many neat and beautiful brown glazed tiles.

There are four wavy strips at the four corners of the roof, on which are carved lifelike dragons and phoenixes.

Under the sun, the whole pavilion is like a jewel, shining and dazzling.

The distribution of the pavilion is two swings.

One of the pillars of the swing is a creeper, and the other is a pink rose that makes people feel very romantic.

The two climbed all the way along the pillars, entangled with swings and horizontal bars.

As the wind blows, the blooming flowers are swaying, and even the swing is swaying slightly.

"Hey!"

Just as Shi Moran was sighing at the picturesque scenery, Feng Qingqing tugged at the hem of her skirt.

"Ok?"

Shi Moran withdrew his gaze and looked down at Feng Qingqing.

Withdrawing her hands, Feng Qingqing put her hands on her hips, raised her chin high, and declared to Shi Moran's puzzled eyes, "Although grandma asked me to take you out to play, I agreed. However, it doesn't mean I agree with you to be my second brother's wife! You are not worthy of my second brother!"

(End of this chapter)