Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 257, You Are More Like Your Father
Qin Zhi has been gone for eleven days, Feng Qingluo always feels that the weather has become cold again during these eleven days, and it is not warm to sleep alone at night!

Obviously the quilt has not been removed, and the sun has been out recently, why is it colder at night?

With this doubt, Feng Qingluo subconsciously wrapped the quilt tightly, and then thought for countless times, Qin Zhi won't just leave and never come back, right?
After thinking about it, consciousness entered the space.

Long Batian still wanted to scare her, "It's not impossible!"

Feng Qingluo took a look at Long Batian, whose face was already exactly the same as Qin Zhi's, and she couldn't love her.

"Imagine that Qin Zhi suddenly regained his memory and then went home. His beautiful wife and concubine are waiting for him. It's strange that he will come back!"

Feng Qingluo rolled her eyes like a domineering dragon, "Qin Zhi is only 14 years old, a brat, where did he get such a beautiful wife and beautiful concubine?"

"The ancients matured precociously. It is normal to marry a wife at the age of 13. Qin Zhi is [-] years old."

"abnormal!"

She went back, her heart was empty, Feng Qingluo felt like she was going crazy.

After a long time, she said again: "I heard that the original owner's grandfather, who is also the husband of the old patriarch Feng, went back to recognize his relatives back then and never returned."

"Oh." Long Batian looked lazy, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Feng Qingluo continued: "At that time, the old patriarch Feng was almost 30 years old. He gave birth to the original owner's father alone, and raised him single-handedly. You said that they have been together for more than ten years, and they have already had feelings for each other. That man Just leave as soon as you say, how sad grandma was at that time!"

"Is it useful to be sad? A man's heart must be ruthless, no matter how sad you are!" Long Batian said that this story is too common for him, and he is not very interested.

Feng Qingluo changed her mind, "Hmph, that's grandma's stubbornness. If I had found another man to marry immediately, I wouldn't have hanged myself on a tree! As the head of the Feng family, carrying on the family line is the top priority. If I find ten or eight men to have a litter, I'm not afraid that none of them will be suitable to be the patriarch!"

Long Batian...

Thumbs up silently.

"They've been in love for more than ten years, and it's hard to let go. I've only been here for less than a year. How can I be worse than grandma? If Qin Zhi doesn't come back in a few days, I'll go to the dental shop in town to find a new man!"

Long Batian silently watched Feng Qingluo's bold words, and after a while, he said quietly: "I hope you will always remember what you said today!"

Feng Qingluo ignored him, and walked to the bookshelf.

Sleepless alone, suitable for endorsement!

When Feng Qingluo came out of the space, the rooster crowed three times. She got up and went to the room of the old patriarch Feng to have a look. up so early?"

Her vision became even more blurred, Feng Qingluo was holding the earthen oil lamp, but she still could only see a blurry figure, but she knew who came in.

The oil lamp faintly illuminated the old patriarch Feng's thin face, but Feng Qingluo was not afraid at all, on the contrary, he was full of distress.

"Grandma, why did you wake up so early?"

Old patriarch Feng smiled and said: "People are reluctant to sleep when they are old, so they want to use this limited time to recall the bitterness and bitterness of the past, otherwise there will be nothing when they die."

Feng Qingluo's nose was sour, and she almost couldn't hold back her tears.

"Grandma, don't think about it, you haven't seen the next patriarch come into the world, how can you die?"

Elder Feng patriarch raised his hand with difficulty, "Luoluo, come closer, let me see you more."

Feng Qingluo shook her head, but she approached unconsciously, and sat in front of the old patriarch Feng, letting her watch, letting her skinny hands touch her face over and over again.

"Like, you're more like your father than you are!"

Feng Qingluo opened her tearful eyes and asked, "Who do you look like?"

"Like! You are more like!"

Elder Feng's patriarch did not answer her words, but murmured, looking through his granddaughter, not knowing where to look.

(End of this chapter)