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

"Oh", Feng Yinian took the porridge spoon and looked at Feng Sui again.

Feng Sui's vision has been locked on Feng Heng. Feng Yinian can only look at Feng Yan.

Brother, is Grandpa angry? He was angry that his father lied to him, didn't he?

Feng Yinian had something in mind, but he didn't dare to ask.

Feng Yan gave her a reassuring look, walked up to her and took the spoon from her hand.

Without waiting for him to speak, Feng Heng said faintly, "since you're back, sit down and eat together."

After being so indifferent that people couldn't figure it out, he raised his eyes again and looked at the man standing not far away.

"This kind of thing doesn't discuss with my father. Do you want to come back when I die?" after a while, Feng Heng added.

Seeing Grandpa finally spoke, although he was angry, at least his current performance was normal and he calmed down after a reading.

"Grandpa, I'm on your side in this matter. Dad really shouldn't help me."

Preparing breakfast for Grandpa fell into Feng Yan's hands. Feng Yinian sat down next to the old man.

Holding the old man's palm with temperature, she was relieved.

"Really, I scolded my father with my third brother just now. Even my mother didn't want to talk to him."

He looked away at Shen Qing, and Feng Yinian continued, "Mom, do you think so?"

Shen Qing's eyes on Shangfeng Yinian were a little stiff and nodded.

She shook Feng Sui's palm, coughed softly and walked to the position she had always sat.

"Grandpa, you see, dad is helpless now. I think he won't do anything to make you angry in the future."

Feng Yinian looked at the old man and slightly hooked his pink lips.

"After all, our family has always been centered on Grandpa. Who dares not to do things with Grandpa's consent? Grandpa, do you think I'm right?"

After saying that, Feng Yinian still held the old man's arm, leaned over and put his head on his shoulder.

"Oh, really? Ah Yan can also curse?" Feng Heng frowned and looked at Feng Yan.

Feng Yan, who had just scooped a bowl of porridge, felt his eyes and immediately coughed.

He put the porridge in his hand in front of Feng Heng and raised his eyes to his eyes.

"Niannian, tell me how your third brother scolded your father." he said to Feng Yinian, but Feng Heng's vision has been on Feng Yan.

Feng Yan made another sound and pulled the chair beside the old man.

He glanced at Feng Sui and whispered "sit down" before he sat down in another chair.

Feng Yinian doesn't know why grandpa is suddenly so serious. Maybe his words are too exaggerated?

Can a Yan swear? This is something she has never seen, let alone Grandpa.

"Nothing." Feng Yinian thought for a while before taking back his head from the old man's arm.

She giggled and whispered, "that means... Dad shouldn't do things without discussion."

"Grandpa, I'm hungry. Can I have breakfast first?"

He let go of the old man's arm and looked at the delicious food on the table.

"Eat, don't be hungry. My little granddaughter is still a little great grandson." Feng Heng stretched out his big palm and touched the back of the naughty girl's head.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Yinian immediately took the chopsticks and bowl and looked like "I'm not polite".

It seems that Grandpa accepted it, but he was a little angry.