The reborn fierce wife is going to counterattack

Chapter 322

On the return journey, Feng Huaying kept gossiping about Jiang Feng and Luo Xiujun, not only avoiding the parties involved, but also secretly observing the parties' reactions, Jiang Feng quickly guessed what they were talking about with his mind.

Ji Weihe could probably guess that Huaying and the others were talking about Jiang Feng, so blatantly, he felt ashamed for Feng Huaying, but he had to help her: "She's been like this recently, don't mind."

"It's okay." Jiang Feng didn't care, and chatted with Ji Weihe from time to time: "The material is still good, do you need to get some more?"

"When necessary, we will not be polite to you."

When they arrived at the boundary of Yizhou, Fu Xintao came to pick them up. Feng Huaying specially asked Luo Xiujun to sit in the middle next to Jiang Feng, and then closed his eyes to rest, creating opportunities for them to get close.

If there were enough seats, she would just let the two of them sit in a row.

However, her idea was not realized at all, and Jiang Feng still had a businesslike attitude, without any intention of getting close.

"Keep down." Jiang Feng signaled Luo Xiujun not to speak, so as not to disturb Feng Huaying's rest.

Feng Huaying, who closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep: "..." Mistake.

After sending Feng Huaying and the three of them, Jiang Feng left. Feng Huaying looked at the rear of the car and sighed: "He rejects everyone thousands of miles away. When will we have a home? Although we are close, we treat him as a relative. The time we can spend with him is always too little."

"Emotions are something we can't control, and it will be fine when the fate comes." Ji Weihe helped Feng Huaying enter the door.

"I'm going to my master's house in a while, don't forget to wake me up." Feng Huaying slept peacefully on the bed made by Ji Weihe.

"Do not worry."

"Dad, it's hot." Ji Zeying looked at the sleeping mother, and wanted to sleep too, but she had too many clothes on and was too hot to feel comfortable.

"It's hot?" Ji Weihe touched the child's back, sweating, and took off her thick clothes. The little boy crawled to his mother's side and lay down, hugged his mother's arms and closed his eyes to sleep.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Weihe woke up Feng Huaying, and she only felt that her eyelids were heavy: "Don't make noise, I still want to sleep."

"Get up, Master Liao is still waiting for you to go over." Ji Weihe was helpless, but he still had to wake her up, unable to reach into the bed with his cold hands.

"Ah, it's so cold, what are you doing?" Feng Huaying woke up suddenly, staring at Ji Weihe quietly.

"Put on your clothes quickly and go to Master Liao's house."

"Call me up, wake me up, what are you doing with ice, you are too unkind, you just know how to bully me." Feng Huaying muttered while putting on her clothes, "I am the daughter of the village chief, next time you dare to treat me like this You're screwed."

"Don't dare." Ji Weihe helped put on his coat.

"Wear this dress?" Feng Huaying looked at Ji Weihe's much thinner clothes for his daughter.

"It's too hot to wear that padded jacket."

"That's right, it's really much warmer here in Yizhou." Feng Hua said regretfully, wearing the big red jacket her mother-in-law prepared for her daughter, the little guy was like a round ball, very cute.

It's a pity I can't see it now.

Ji Zeying just woke up and was still a little confused. When she saw her mother, she reached out to hug her: "Hug."

"No, mom can't hug you now." Ji Weihe stopped him, the little guy looked disappointed, but he didn't cry, but his mouth was able to hold a bottle of oil, and he looked unconvinced.

"Mom will take your hand to the master's house, okay?" Feng Huaying couldn't bear the disappointment of her daughter, and reached out to hold her little hand, and the little guy smiled all over his face, revealing his gaping teeth.

Feng Huaying and Ji Weihe looked at each other and smiled with warmth.

Went to Liao's house to pay homage to his old age, Feng Huaying exchanged carpentry knowledge with his master for two hours, and everything around them should not disturb them.

It wasn't until Mama Zhang asked them to eat that they came back to their senses.

Liao Mingyuan: "You are at a good level now, you can start dabbling in architecture. You should polish it up recently and don't slack off. After the child is born for a long time, you will learn more about the application of carpentry in architecture."

Feng Huaying looked forward to: "Okay, Master."

Suddenly, I really want to unload the goods immediately, and then I can start studying.

I don't know when she will be able to build a whole wooden house without a single nail, just like Master's house.

"Let's eat first." Zhang's mother was speechless. Both the master and the apprentice were workaholics, and they forgot everything when they encountered carpentry.

Mama Zhang prepared a sumptuous dinner, and everyone ate very happily, talking about interesting things during the Chinese New Year.

"You don't know. During the first two days when my aunt came back to my hometown, the little boy from the Fang family always asked me where my aunt went. I haven't forgotten it until now. His grandma saw me two days ago and said that it was a good gift received during the Chinese New Year. He kept all the things and gave them to her when the daughter came back."

"The Fang family? That kid named Wen Hui?" Feng Huaying smiled happily: "It's so popular to have someone who likes Zeying at such a young age. Why didn't I have such a childhood friend when I was young?"

When she was a child, her playmates were all younger brothers. This situation of a daughter can be said to be very enviable.

When Ji Weihe heard this dry cough, it would be better if he didn't have it, and it's useless to think about it.

Feng Huaying gave him a sideways glance. Do you need to care about this kind of thing?

After dinner, Feng Huaying cared about Cao Qingyong's studies: "Have you decided what university you want to go to?"

Before he knew it, he was about to take the college entrance examination, which was the same year as Feng Huarong and Ji Weidang.

"I want to take the design major of Yangcheng Academy of Fine Arts." Cao Qingyong's eyes were clear.

A few years ago, he was very interested in foreign design styles. At that time, his teacher was always unhappy. After these years of growth, he still has not changed his mind, but he will not dislike things handed down from his ancestors.

Maybe the Master Guild was angry at the beginning because of his attitude.

"Yangcheng Academy of Fine Arts, yes, take the exam well." Feng Huaying nodded: "By the way, you haven't given up on carpentry, have you?"

"No, this is my ability to eat in the future, don't worry, little uncle."

"Okay, just make up your own mind."

After returning home, Feng Huaying asked Ji Weihe: "Which university does the Wei party plan to take, is it Chuanmei University or Central American University?"

"My memory has deteriorated again, and it's all your fault."

"Well, it's my fault." Ji Weihe was accused of this: "Weidang wants to take the Central Academy of Arts, but my mother means to let him go to the Yangcheng Academy of Fine Arts, which will be close to us. Look at the last few months. results."

If you do well in the exam, you can go to Central America, and if you almost go to Yangcheng.

"I don't know if Zeying has this artistic talent." Feng Huaying looked at the girl playing with building blocks: "Tomorrow I will start teaching her to draw, and I will learn from her childhood, so I can start earlier."

However, when Ji Weihe went to work, Feng Huaying looked at the paint everywhere by his daughter and broke down a little.

"Girl, let's have a discussion and just scribble on the paper so it doesn't get everywhere, okay?"

On the table, on the ground, on the hands, on the face, even on the clothes and hair, I don't know how she did it.

Looking at the paper again, bright red, dark purple, dark green, dark brown, mixed together, and thin, light-colored paint that can flow, Feng Huaying thinks that maybe she enlightened too early.

Hideo Ozawa nodded cutely: "Okay."

Then he threw down the paintbrush: "Mom, I want to play with Guaiguai."

It seems that she can't stay anymore, she spends most of the day outside, so she can stay honestly while playing with building blocks.

"Let's clean up your colorful cat first." Feng Huaying washed her face and hair.

Turning her head to look at the messy study, Feng Huaying panicked: "Why can't I think about it so much?"

(End of this chapter)