Mr General doted on his sweet wife

In the mirror, a woman who has passed the age of fifty still has a breathtaking and beautiful face. The trace of years on her face is not very obvious. She is still extremely beautiful. In a pair of bright eyes, it seems that the sky is full of stars.

After changing the clothes, the originally plain people suddenly shed light.

No longer young, but beauty has not changed with the passage of time.

From then on, she was not only the Duke of Phoenix, but also Fengling.

She's back.

When Feng Ling came out, Yan Junhao was stunned. The woman in front of him was totally different from the aunt he usually saw.

If it wasn't for the clothes on her body and her familiar movements, Yan Junhao would hardly have recognized her.

"Aunt?" There is still a trace of hesitation in Yan Junhao's voice, but if you look closely at Fengling, her eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to him, and the natural similarity brought by blood relationship.

Even in the United States, men are full of three-dimensional sense of beauty.

The people of Feng family have an extraordinary appearance. Now Fengling stands in front of him, which makes him feel that this strange aunt is the proper aunt.

Feng Ling usually said: "have a meal, I will go to see Jing Yu later."

Her voice has also become different. It used to be the voice of an ordinary middle-aged woman, but now it is mature and unique in its beauty.

She regained her usual sense and restraint.

The housekeeper and servant came with the silver dining cart.

When he saw Feng Ling, the housekeeper was stunned and bowed down. He had seen the Duke's appearance many years ago, but he never saw it again.

Now we can see that his acceptance is higher than Yan Junhao, and almost instantly he identifies with the present Duke.

As for the other servants, the housekeeper would adjust himself, which had no effect on Fengling.

Those outside also have their own secretaries and assistants to carry out various tasks.

The Duchess, there's no need to worry about such trifles.

Feng Ling, who had restored her original makeup, came to meet Shen Jingyu at the high-end club.

When Feng Ling appeared, they were all in front of them. Even if they were used to seeing all kinds of beauties in high-end clubs, they could not help being attracted by the one in front of them.

Her beauty is noble and elegant, and she is very fierce and imposing, which makes people attracted but dare not to approach.

Shen Jingyu has arrived and sat down in the corner by the window. When Fengling came, he did not understand for a moment that this was the Duke of Phoenix.

It was not until the Duke of Phoenix sat down and Shen Jingyu saw his shadow between her eyebrows and eyes that he reflected that the person in front of him was Fengling.

To be exact, it is the disguised and real Phoenix plume.

It's the Phoenix plume that he heard from Ding Qinen, the head of the four golden flowers in Jingyuan.

"Jing Yu, I'm sorry, I haven't used the real appearance before." Feng Ling, who wakes up from yesterday's madness, talks and behaves completely different.

Shen Jing Yu jaw head: "drink what?"

"Coffee." Fengling reached for the waiter.

When the coffee was put in front of her, she looked at Shen Jingyu's eyes. She had become kind and affectionate, "Jingyu, tell me how you have come over these years."