On the ox cart, Zhang Yiming listened to the conversation between the mother and son, and couldn't help but secretly twitch the corners of his mouth, feeling funny in his heart.

It seems that the original lady is not as simple and unscheming as the original body thinks.

Look, just a few simple words, not only did they receive the money earned by their son, but they also moved the boy so much that they didn't know what his surname was.

Thinking of it, he couldn't help but open a crack carefully and observe the cheap lady in secret.

"Let's talk about it."

Feng Yin did not answer the second son's words, and looked at the pastry shop where people came and went, but the boss had not yet seen him come out.

As if he had some awareness, he withdrew his gaze and turned his head, and found that the man was still closing his eyes.

Feng Yin frowned slightly, wanting to see carefully whether the man was awake.

Just now, she clearly felt that someone was looking at her behind her.

Could you feel wrong?

"Mom, brother is out."

At this moment, the second son's voice pulled Feng Yin's attention back and looked at the pastry shop. The eldest son was going out with a few bags of pastries.

She withdrew her gaze, and Zhang Yiming's heart was also relaxed secretly at this moment.

It's so dangerous!

Why is this woman so keen?

She looked back after just under five seconds after observing her.

He was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes, and he didn't even dare to show up.

Zhang Xinghe looked at his mother happily and ran over: "Brother, I'll get some for you."

Zhang Qiubai looked at his brother suspiciously: Did the second brother find a treasure? Why are he so happy?

After thinking about it, he still handed over the things in one of his hands.

Feng Yin looked at her two sons coming back respectfully and urged: "Okay, don't be too lazy, drive to the academy quickly."

After saying that, he turned around and sat next to her husband, and reached out to look up his temperature again.

"Hey, mom, you'll get in a stable place first, my son will drive the bus now."

Zhang Qiubai agreed, put the pastry in his hand on the cart, and turned around to the shaft.

Zhang Xinghe didn't dare to delay, so he put down his things and sat next to the boss.

Zhang Qiubai waved his whip and asked casually, "Mom, how are you doing with dad?"

Feng Yin happened to take his hand back from her husband's forehead: "It's okay, let's go."

“Oh, OK.”

Listening to his mother's calm answer, Zhang Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Xinghe couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Mom, how long will we take leave for dad?"

"Half a year."

Feng Yin answered casually.

"Half a year?"

The two sons, God, turned around and exclaimed, which attracted curiosity from pedestrians on the street to stop and look at their family.

Feng Yin glared at his sons: "What are you doing with fuss?"

"The doctor said that although your father's injury is not particularly serious, he still needs to be carefully maintained."

The two brothers also knew that they had reacted a little more sharply just now. Didn’t they see the pedestrians looking at their family with strange eyes?

Zhang Qiubai blushed and quickly withdrew his gaze and rushed to the ox cart and left the place.

Faced with the reactions of two cheap sons, Zhang Yiming almost failed.

Fortunately, the wife stopped drinking in time, diverting his attention, otherwise she would reveal her background of pretending to be unconscious.

Feng Yin accidentally found the man's frowning slightly, reached out to caress, leaned over and asked, "How are you okay? Is the injury hurting?"

Zhang Yiming's brows stretched out, but he still didn't wake up.

Of course, I could not respond to Feng Yin's caring inquiries.

Seeing this, Feng Yin took a deep breath and withdrew her hand, looking at the man beside her.

This person has no other advantages except for being a scholarly elegance.
Chapter completed!