Feng Yin: "..." Why did she think this man is flirting with her?

But this feeling doesn't seem to be bad.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Yiming explained: "Don't worry, I just don't want to hear your strangeness like today, but I can't embrace you in time."

Feng Yin: "..." She didn't think too much about this!

How should she think more about it?

No, why are he always leading me to the nose?

This is not her Fengyin style.

She calmed down in time, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at his current location with a faint voice: "You actually... are you moving freely?"

Zhang Yiming: "...I don't think you are in a bad mood and are anxious."

He held his waist and pretended to be painful: "Hiss~ I didn't feel it. When you said it, my waist seemed to be hurt again."

Feng Yin's eyes were filled with jokes: "Are you sure you have a waist injury?"

Looking at the joke in the woman's eyes, Zhang Yiming's old face turned slightly red, but naturally stretched out his hand: "Cough, madam, help her husband back to the bed."

"Puff."

Feng Yin burst into laughter, but still got up to help him and sent him back to his bed.

When I returned to my side, I lie down and said, "I said, can I not make excuses in the future?"

"laugh."

This time it was Zhang Yiming's turn to laugh out loud: "Hey, am I embarrassed by your view?"

"You don't understand the truth that you see through but don't tell it through? You are so proud of your slightest bit of face."

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "What? You still have to save face in front of me?"

"No."

Zhang Yiming waved his hand and smiled slightly, "What else do I want in front of you? My face is not worth half of your smile."

Feng Yin was amused by him and turned her back to him: "It's not too early, go to bed."

Looking at the back of her head, the man reached out and patted her on the quilt, and a beautiful voice came: "Good night!"

"Good night."

Feng Yin replied softly, with a sweet smile on the corner of her lips, but she quietly touched her dry face, her eyes shining.

...

"Let's go and see it quickly, the Xuan family is fighting again."

As soon as Feng Yin got up in the morning and was about to wash up, she heard the rumor outside the yard watching the excitement and noisy news.

She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Hu, who heard the movement and wanted to go out, and said lightly: "How many times have you copied the Book of Filial Piety?"

Mrs. Hu was so scared that she shivered when she heard her words, and quickly turned around and smiled: "Mom, daughter-in-law... she copied it thirty-one times."

Feng Yin muttered: "It's almost ten days."

"Yes, mother."

Hu turned around and came back, "Tomorrow is the tenth day."

Feng Yin glanced at her deeply, didn't speak anymore, and rinsed her mouth with the willow branches dipped in salt water.

I thought in my mind: "Do you have to get toothbrush and toothpaste? Although this thing is OK to brush teeth, it is really too troublesome."

Of course, she had to discuss this with Zhang Yiming before making a decision.

Mrs. Hu looked at her mother-in-law who was brushing her teeth and found that her face was heavy, and her little thoughts quickly calmed down.

Well, Feng Yin’s deterrence is much stronger than it was more than ten days ago.

"Mom, the medicine has been boiled."

At this time, the child who was squatting in a corner of the yard stood up and smiled at Fengyin with a face, "Let it wait a little longer on the fire, and you can lose it after breakfast."

Feng Yin spitted the last sip of water from her mouth into the ditch and looked at the child.

After raising it at home for a few days, the frostbite on his face had all scabbed and his skin was much better than before.

“Good.”

Looking at the child's expectant gaze, she nodded slightly and asked casually, "Do Jifan know what's going on outside?"
Chapter completed!