Feng Yin's thin little hand clenched uneasyly, rubbed his hands unconsciously and pinched them, smiling embarrassedly: "Well, can I say that this is not my original intention?"

Zhang Yiming quickly suppressed the embarrassment in his heart and smiled extremely seriously: "But I hope this is your original intention."

Feng Yin: "…I think so beautifully."

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Yiming listened to her return to normal and opened his mouth and laughed silently.

After laughing, he said seriously: "Isn't thinking about beautiful things, dreaming about beautiful women, the happiest thing in life?"

Feng Yin was amused by the man's words: "Yeah, this is indeed the happiest thing in life."

As he said that, he opened his arms and said, "Come on, let me embrace the beauty."

Then he smiled mischievously: "The kind that comes to mind."

Zhang Yiming was not pretentious and spread his arms, "Come on, I'll try it too."

As Feng Yin leaned forward, the two men became closer and closer.

"Oh, um."

At this moment, a sudden sound of seeing a ghost came from the door, interrupting their first ritual embrace.

Feng Yin's face turned red, she angrily glanced at the man on the kang, and then looked up at the door.

I saw a blue coarse cloth figure turning around and leaving there.

The rapid footsteps came into Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming's ears, and how they heard it revealed the incredible feeling after eating the big melon.

"It's all your fault."

Feng Yin raised her hand and patted the man's quilt, "Now, I'm embarrassed in front of my younger generation."

Zhang Yiming reached out and held the hand she patted: "Yes, yes, it's all my fault, I want to embrace a beauty."

Feng Yin: "..." Sister's face was so hot, how swollen and fat?

But I didn't say it, and I pretended nothing happened.

"Who was the one who just came in? I have to go out and take a look."

Feng Yin pulled out his hand from the man's hand and got off the kang with an old face red. "Why don't you know how to knock on the door when you enter the house? I have to educate them."

"Puff."

Zhang Yiming couldn't help laughing when she heard her tone that was obviously furious but full of joy.

"You're still laughing."

Feng Yin Ji Haoshao heard the laughter and glared at him, "I've seen it by my son, can you still laugh?"

"If you see it, just see it. If he dares to say it out, I promise to let him know that it is not easy to be my son."

Zhang Yiming said casually, "Don't worry, madam, when I have the chance, I will help you educate them."

Feng Yin looked at him with disdain, "Ji, when you educate them, my sister will deal with them so much that she can't even recognize her parents."

After saying that, he bent down and put on his shoes, and then he tidied up his clothes. He confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, so he left the door like the wind.

Zhang Yiming turned his head and watched her in a hurry, and couldn't even hold back the smile on the corner of her lips.

Well, although the hug just now did not succeed, it finally made progress, which is a good thing.

He is not in a hurry. They have a lifetime of time together. They will always understand what they should know clearly, and they will eventually have what they should have.

What he can do and what he cannot do will eventually come true as he wishes.

He really is not in a hurry, not at all.

Feng Yin didn't know the mental activity of the man behind him, so he rushed out and heard Hu's worried voice coming from the yard:

"Xinghe, why did you come out so soon when you treat your mother to dinner? What's wrong with your face?"

Hearing this, before Zhang Xinghe could answer, Feng Yin raised her foot to the yard, and glanced at the second child with a faint look.

The first saying goes: "Old, Mr. Hu, what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!