Ding Zhenyao looked at Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming in shock: "..." Well, this is what a scholar like Uncle Zhang can say!

He lived to be twelve years old and had never heard of any man talking to his woman like this.

Zhang Yiming was a little embarrassed by the two of them.

But his natural and old-fashioned face was not shown at all.

He reached out and patted Feng Yin, and said softly: "What's wrong with Madam? Do you think your husband has become younger and handsome these days?"

Feng Yin: "..." He was as thick as a city wall.

But facing the man's hopeful gaze, she had to express herself casually: "Well, she is indeed a little younger than some time ago."

Zhang Yiming's face collapsed, as if he was hit hard: "How young are you?"

Feng Yin looked at him speechlessly: "What else do you want?"

"If you really want to be young, shaved your beard and make sure you look a few years younger than you are now."

"May I?"

Zhang Yiming blinked his expectant gaze, "Madam, have you supported me to shave my beard?"

"I don't care."

Feng Yin said in a faint tone, "It's good if you are happy."

"Okay, then I'll shave my beard."

Zhang Yiming stood up as if he had received an oracle and was about to shave his beard with a razor.

The couple's conversation style is something Ding Zhenyao had never heard of.

Therefore, the whole process was always filled with eyes wide open, mouth wide, and expressions of disbelief.

Now I heard that Zhang Yiming really wants to shave his beard in order to make him look a few years younger.

The boy suddenly shuddered and reached out and hurriedly grabbed him: "Uncle, uncle, calm down, calm down."

Zhang Yiming: "What are you doing?"

Don’t think that he is very gentle to Feng Yin and is very easy to talk to.

But men are not patient with people other than her, their tone is cold, and their bodies are invisibly exuding the aura of being a university professor.

Ding Zhenyao was startled by this momentum and instinctively wanted to let go.

But thinking about the consequences of his shaving off his beard, the boy's hands tightened again.

He said with this pressure: "Uncle, please calm down first."

"As the saying goes, the body, hair and skin are the parents."

"If you shave your beard like this, you will be laughed at by your colleagues and acquaintances when you go out."

After pausing, he added: "What's more, as a scholar, you should know who will lose your beard at your age?"

Zhang Yiming: "..."Fuck, is this the fate of leaving a beard?

Feng Yin listened to Ding Zhenyao's persuasion and was so hilarious.

"My wife just laughs out loud, I won't blame you for your husband."

Zhang Yiming withdrew his foot and patted Ding Zhenyao to grab his hand, "Let go, I'm just joking with my wife, why are you anxious?"

"Really...really?"

Ding Zhenyao asked with great confidence, "Uncle Zhang, we really can't shave our beard."

"Let go."

Zhang Yiming was caught by this kid and was not counted on the wet body.

Feng Yin laughed and said, "Okay, Zhenyao, your uncle is really just joking with me, don't be nervous."

"hey-hey."

Ding Zhenyao quickly let go and smiled embarrassedly: "Uncle, don't be angry with your nephew."

"Just seeing your words and deeds are the same as you really, my nephew was in a hurry... That one, please don't blame me."

Feng Yin saw the boy's hand gripping in the air, and couldn't help it and laughed again.

Ding Zhenyao looked at Zhang Yiming uneasyly, then looked at Feng Yin who was laughing and lying on the table, with her little face so awkward.

Listening to the demonic laughter, Zhang Yiming looked at her speechlessly and screamed weakly: "Madam?"
Chapter completed!