Mrs. Shizi, she has excellent acting skills

Chapter 117 Chapter 117
Cong pushed away Fu Zhao's extended hand, and said with a smile, "I'm fine now, there's nothing wrong with taking the medicine by myself."

Cong hesitated for a moment, she glanced at the servants serving in the room, and told them to go out.

Seeing that Cong must have something important to tell him, Fu Zhao cheered up.

After everyone went out, Cong hesitated for a moment, and then asked solemnly: "Zhao Zhao, tell me the truth, did you go to see Zi Cen today?"

Fu Zhao knew that he shouldn't lie to Cong, but telling these things would only scare Cong.

She lowered her eyes and said aggrievedly: "Sister-in-law, it's fine if others don't trust me. Don't you know what kind of person I am?"

Cong sighed, and said helplessly: "Don't blame me, I'm just too scared. You don't know today, Qingxin her... that's all, let's not talk about that."

Cong has already made up his mind, so he has to find an excuse to let Gao Zicen go home.

If Gao Zicen lived here all the time, she would really be worried.

Even if the relationship between Fu Zhao and Gao Zicen is innocent, if their former friendship is distorted and publicized, it will be a disaster.

The more Cong thought about it, the more flustered she became.

Fu Zhao leaned over, "Sister-in-law, your complexion is not good, is there something uncomfortable?"

Cong smiled in a concealed manner, "I'm fine, maybe the medicine is too bitter."

"I didn't expect my sister-in-law to be afraid of taking medicine. By the way, I have something to tell you. I have made an agreement with my father and aunt about Qingxin's marriage. Qingxin's marriage will be covered by me."

Cong was surprised, and said without thinking, "How can this be done?"

Cong thought of what Fu Qingxin did and said today, belittling Fu Zhao as a loose woman, and now she feels a pain in her chest when she thinks about it.

If Fu Zhao knew what Fu Qingxin said at Gao Zicen's place today, he would definitely be chilled.

Cong struggled for a while, but decided not to tell Fu Zhao.

She didn't want to see Fu Zhao sad.

"Both my father and my aunt have agreed, sister-in-law, don't worry." Fu Zhao took Cong's arm coquettishly, "Sister-in-law must be having a headache about Qingxin's marriage. I'm sure I can handle it well."

There is another reason for Fu Zhao to take over Fu Qingxin's marriage.

In the last life, it was the Cong family who helped Fu Qing look after her.

Because none of the people Cong selected was satisfactory to Fu Qingxin, Fu Qingxin held a grudge against Cong, thinking that Cong was deliberately perfunctory and disinterested in her.

As a result, when Fu Qingxin gained power, he did many things that were not good for the Cong family.

Fu Qingxin is a poisonous snake that can't be warmed up, ready to bite back at any time!
Under Fu Zhao's hard work, Cong finally agreed.

But Cong still worriedly warned: "If you really can't make up your mind, come and tell me, don't hide it alone."

Fu Zhao complied seriously.

Fu Zhao sat with Cong for a while, and left voluntarily when he saw that Cong was not in good spirits.

When she was on the road, the cold wind blew, and she remembered that there was another prince in her yard.

She slapped her forehead, "It's over, forget about him."

After speaking, Fu Zhao walked back quickly.

Liangsui was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face, apparently he hadn't remembered who Chen Feng was.

When the two rushed back, they saw Chen Feng sitting on the swing in the yard.

Fu Zhao hurried over and said flatteringly, "Why are you sitting here? Isn't it cold?"

Chen Feng raised his head and said coolly: "It's not cold, I'm waiting for you."

Fu Zhao pursed his lips, feeling guilty in his heart.

She moved her fingers and said guiltily, "It's all my fault. I forgot the time when I was talking to my sister-in-law. Have you been awake for a long time?"

Chen Feng didn't answer, but stretched out his hand towards Fu Zhao and spread out his palm.

His palm is wide, and there are a few calluses on the palm, which were ground out with weapons for many years.

Fu Zhao was puzzled, his almond eyes slightly rounded.

"Come." Chen Feng's voice was low and bewitching.

Although Fu Zhao didn't know Chen Feng's intentions, he still obediently put his little hand in Chen Feng's.

Chen Feng held that soft little hand and pulled Fu Zhao into his arms with a little force.

Fu Zhao was weak and defenseless, so he staggered and fell into Chen Feng's arms.

She said sorry, and was so flustered that she wanted to get out of Chen Feng's arms.

Chen Feng's arm was on Fu Zhao's waist, imprisoning her in his arms.

Fu Zhao kept struggling, Chen Feng's eyes darkened, showing a little desire to conquer.

When Fu Zhao was struggling, he accidentally bumped into something, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, his pink face burned like a red glow in the sky.

She was so ashamed that she could hardly lift her head, and said softly, "Let me go."

Chen Feng's voice was hoarse: "Be obedient, I won't do anything."

Fu Zhao responded coquettishly, and gave up struggling.

Chen Feng pulled Fu Zhao into his arms, and let Fu Zhao sit on his lap.

As soon as he exerted force on his feet, the swing began to swing.

Because Fu Zhao was still in his arms, he didn't dare to let the swing swing too high.

Fu Zhao leaned on Chen Feng's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

When he looked up, it was his firm jaw line.

Fu Zhao felt itchy in his heart, just like a cat scratching.

She adjusted her posture slightly, letting herself be embedded in Chen Feng's arms.

Holding the charming girl in his arms, Chen Feng thought of the painting hanging in Fu Zhao's room again.

The Fu Zhao in the painting is carefree, wanton and carefree. It would be great if he met Fu Zhao at that time.

In that way, Fu Zhao would not have to go through those things, and could always smile from the bottom of his heart.

Regret arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

After all, it was still winter, and the wind blowing over made my face sore.

Chen Feng only sat on the swing with Fu Zhao in his arms for a while, and then went into the house with her.

After warming up their bodies, the two of them were going to bid farewell to Master Fu.

It was a rare trip back, Fu Zhao struggled for a long time, but couldn't help but said to Chen Feng: "I still want to go somewhere."

Chen Feng held Fu Zhao's hand, "I'll accompany you."

Fu Zhao took Chen Feng into the small garden of the Fu family.

In the deepest part of the garden, a small pine tree was planted.

Fu Zhao squatted down in front of the pine tree and looked at the pine tree.

From her back, there was an indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

After watching for a while, Fu Zhao stood up, brushed the dirt off the hem of his skirt, and smiled, "Okay, thank you for coming with me."

The two were about to leave here, and after walking a few steps, Chen Feng couldn't help but look back at the small pine tree.

Chen Feng's heart moved, and he said in a low voice: "You can be more comfortable in front of me."

Fu Zhao twitched his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Chen Feng with bright eyes, but did not speak.

The two continued to walk towards Master Fu.

(End of this chapter)