happy ex-wife

Chapter 1623 Feng Feng's Dusty Memory ([-])

Feng Feng turned on all the lights at home before returning to Qiao Yaruan's side, looking up at the photos on the wall.

"This is a good question, and I don't know." Feng Feng put his arms around Qiao Yaruan and said, "I asked my aunt, and my aunt said that living here is more like a human life than living there."

Qiao Yaruan: "..."

Aunt who lived a poetic life.

Qiao Yaruan looked around, the lights were brightly lit, which was different from him in the villa, where he would only turn on one light in the living room, not all of them.

"My aunt likes to be bright." Feng Feng said, let go of Qiao Yaruan, then went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked at the full ingredients, and knew that the domestic workers were not lazy.

After Qiao Yaruan saw it, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, what a prodigal child.

"African people will hate you to death." Qiao Yaruan said, continuing to look at the house.

"My aunt likes to have fresh food in the refrigerator, and she likes to cook." Feng Feng said, looking back at Qiao Yaruan who was looking around, and then dragged her upstairs.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Yaruan paused slightly, and he had already pulled her up.

"Look at my childhood things. I didn't take them away. I want them to accompany my aunt." Feng Feng said, pulling Qiao Yaruan to a room.

Feng Feng stretched out his hand and turned on the light, the room was very kawaii, it couldn't be seen that it was a little boy's room at all.

Feng Feng shrugged: "No way, my aunt likes these things very much."

Qiao Yaruan tried her best to hold back her smile, looked here and there, even the sheets were made of SpongeBob SquarePants, really cute.

Qiao Yaruan sat down beside the bed, Feng Feng knelt down and pulled out a box from under the bed, "My treasure chest."

Qiao Yaruan looked down curiously, "I thought you didn't have one. I also have a treasure chest from my childhood." Qiao Yaruan said, sitting down on the ground and watching him open the box.

"My aunt helped me put these away, but after I was ten years old, there were no more. Although she was very kind to me when I returned to the Feng family, I knew that it was only because my existence could give her more status in the Feng family. That's all." The woman Feng Feng said was Feng's mother.

Qiao Yaruan froze for a moment, then reached out and patted his shoulder, poor baby.

Probably except for his aunt, no one really loves him, his father, even at the expense of his life, isn't it?
There are many toys that little boys often play with, and there is also a photo album.

"Is this when you were a child?" Qiao Yaruan picked it up curiously.

"Well, my aunt helped me take the photos, and then I developed a photo album." When Feng Feng mentioned his aunt, his eyes lit up.

The photo album is DIY, and it can be seen that it was made by my aunt herself.

My aunt loved his nephew with all her heart.

Thinking about it, Qiao Yaruan stretched out her hand to open the photo album.

The photo album is made of brown antique wood, with a sense of age. There are two photos on one page, and there are words on it, which are descriptions of the photos, and the intentions can be seen.

The first one should be that Feng Feng was just born, still a wrinkled child, with the date marked on it, and a woman's white hand, which should be Feng Feng's mother.

That hand is slender, white and clean, like green onions.

Sure enough, time is like a butcher's knife. Although Mother Feng has taken care of her well, her hands are no longer as clean and beautiful as this.

In the back is a picture of his full moon. The white and tender little doll makes people feel very fond of it. "So you were so attractive when you were young." She said, reaching out to caress that little face.

(End of this chapter)