The First Spoiled Marriage: Mr.Gu, No Way!

"Who dares to frighten my little thoughts? Let him come here and I'll see him myself." Feng Heng said angrily.

"Grandpa, really, he may be on his way here. I'm not worried. You're scared, so come first."

Feng Yinian blinked his round eyes and looked serious.

"Knock knock..." a knock on the door sounded.

"Niannian, it's me." Shen Qing's voice came in from the outside.

Feng Yinian glanced at the dining room door and shook his head.

It seems that dad wants to coax mom back. It's hard to go this way.

Just now she thought they were still sweet talking. She didn't expect to come so soon.

"Coming." Feng Yinian responded, and his eyes fell on the old man again. "Grandpa, I want to talk to you seriously."

"Later, you really need to keep calm. This person is very important to mom, me, you and ah Yan."

"You'll be happy to see him back, but we're just worried that you're too happy to bear..."

"Niannian, don't beat around the bush. I can't see anyone who can make grandpa happy?" Feng Heng interrupted Feng Yinian.

Feng Yinian blinked his eyes and grabbed the old man's palm.

"Well, Grandpa said it doesn't matter. Brother, open the door and let Grandpa see the people you brought back."

Feng Yinian looked at Feng Yan. Feng Yan looked at Feng Heng and nodded to Feng Yinian.

When Feng Yan turned around, Feng Yinian's eyes still fell back on the old man.

"Grandpa, why don't we take a deep breath first? It's good for our health, eh, really."

Hearing the little girl's words, Feng Yan slightly hooked his lips.

Feng Heng took a look at Feng, grayed his eyebrows, frowned slightly, grabbed her little hand and looked outside.

When Feng Yan was about to open the door, he still looked back at the old man.

Perhaps, the little girl's worry is not completely unnecessary. No matter how powerful grandpa is, he is still old now, and the heart problem has always been.

Feng Heng nodded. Feng Yan turned back and gently opened the door of the dining room.

A tall figure appeared in front of Feng Heng, just like Feng Yinian just now. At the first sight of Feng Sui, Feng Heng's body was hard.

Feng Sui took Shen Qing's hand and came in.

Behind him, Feng Yan closed the door and locked it.

"Dad." after hearing the door closed, Feng Sui whispered.

His "Dad" made the old man's breath more confused.

Worried about his situation, Feng Yinian took back his sight from Feng Sui and looked at the old man next to him.

"Grandpa, if you say you're not excited, you pinch my hand. It hurts..."

The girl's complaining voice made the old man react.

He glanced at the letter and coughed: "read it and prepare me some breakfast. Grandpa is hungry."

No one knows how hard it is for the old man to bear. For example, why he suddenly wants to eat breakfast now is unclear.

"Oh, OK, OK." Feng Yinian took his hand back and stood up in Feng Heng's loosened palm.

She glanced at the man standing not far away, looked back at the old man and swallowed.

"Grandpa, I heard you ate some porridge in the morning. Do you want to eat porridge now? Or do you want to eat wonton first?"

"Porridge." the old man answered faintly.