Mrs. divorced again

Chapter 1139 Killing You With My Hands ([-])
After Feng Songjie came in, like a stuffy old pedant, he walked around, looked around, and then said, "The school is running well."

Feng Mochen's face darkened, "If you are here to inspect the work, please notify me in advance, so that I can check the completeness of all the work."

Feng Songjie took a look at the bookshelf in the principal's room. The wall was full of various poetry collections. The school specializes in science majors. As the principal, he was immersed in the world of literature. Feng Songjie didn't say anything, just walked to Feng Songjie. In front of Mo Chen, he said, "Work harder in the future. If I'm not here, I hope you will stop bragging and be mature and stable. Only in this way can you become the backbone of the Feng family."

"......??" Feng Mochen looked at his shoulder being patted, and then looked at it. It was the first time in two years that he said such kind of words of encouragement to himself. Feng Mochen couldn't believe his ears. , poked his head cautiously and said, "Brother, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Feng Songjie frowned, "I'm leaving, take good care of yourself."

"...??"

After Feng Songjie left for a long time, Feng Mochen couldn't come back to his senses, and even checked the almanac specifically. Today is not an auspicious or commemorative day, why did Feng Songjie come here and say such strange words.It's really incomprehensible.

After Feng Songjie got into the car, Ling Yun's expression suppressed panic, his lord unexpectedly went to the board of trustees and the school today, where will he go next?He felt that things were going in the wrong direction, Feng Songjie said three words after getting into the car: "Weiyang Garden." It made Ling Yun sweat profusely.This route, combined with what he said before to go home and write a suicide note, felt that he was explaining the funeral one by one just now, and Ling Yun became inexplicably nervous.

After returning to Weiyang Garden, the servants were also a little puzzled, why isn't the second young master not going to work today?
Feng Songjie asked, "Where's Little Crescent Moon?"

"Go back to Second Young Master, sit there and look at the tweed in the yard."

Feng Songjie walked towards the courtyard, and from a distance, he saw a little milk baby wearing a peony cotton padded jacket, with cute little tunics tied up, like a small piece of wood, staring blankly at the roses in the flower garden flower.

This is the little Yueya he knew, if no one pays attention to her, she can sit there for a whole day, unlike other children who cry and make noise, she doesn't seem to have the characteristics and naughtiness of children, but she said she likes Yu One person, also called him Dad.

Feng Songjie was suddenly curious about how Little Yueya got along with Yu Yiren, and is she as dumb as she is now?

If so, I'm afraid that guy will laugh at him to death.

Feng Songjie walked up to Little Yueya, looked at the rose flowers in the garden, but didn't hug her, "Why are you here alone?"

Little Crescent Moon looked at the flowers without saying a word.

As if he didn't hear Feng Songjie's voice.

Feng Songjie patted her on the head: "If I'm not around in the future, you have to grow up slowly."

Little Yueya finally turned her head, tilted her head, question marks were written all over her little head, "?"

She didn't seem to understand why Feng Songjie said that.

Feng Songjie didn't explain, but instead mentioned something that everyone agreed on, "You really look like me."

Everyone said that, and he thought so too. Occasionally he would be thankful that the child looked like him, not Zhao Zhi, otherwise he would probably strangle her to death in minutes.

(End of this chapter)