Zhang Qiubai: "..."

He looked at his mother in horror, his lips opened, and in the end he couldn't say anything.

Feng Yin's reaction to Bianyi's son was unmoved, and his tone was still calm:

"In the past, I was in poor health and I was too lazy to care about you?"

After a pause, she added, "Anyway, it will be a death sooner or later. I will be considered a complete failure by you as soon as possible."

"mother!"

Zhang Qiubai was so scared that he immediately wanted to kneel down, but was stopped by Feng Yin's faint words.

Feng Yin said, "If you dare to kneel down in front of me, I promise to let your father erase you from the genealogy immediately."

What she dislikes the most is people from this era, and she kneels down after saying a few words.

If you really repent, will it be bad in your actions?

Kneeling down is the most boring superficial skill.

This time I was forgiven for kneeling down, and they dared to make the same mistake next time.

Instead of doing this, let them remember the lessons and don't make these false things for her.

Sure enough, as soon as Feng Yin said this, Zhang Qiubai's legs, which were about to bend, immediately stood up straight, and looked at Feng Yin with more fear: "Mom?!"

While the mother and son were talking, they had already entered the outside of the east wing.

Feng Yin sat down on the bamboo couch casually and looked at the arrangement here, and then he knew that this kid had been with Lin during this period.

But she didn't care about the matter between them.

Seeing that his mother was looking at the room casually, Zhang Qiubai quickly took a mat from the side to cushion her behind her: "Mom, you are leaning on me here, and my son pours you water."

"No need to be busy."

Feng Yin stopped the eldest son from being busy and hummed in disgust.

Then he said something back: "Now I am in good health and inspiration."

"In order not to let you a few of you get angry and cause a murder to your father, you really have to take care of it."

As she said that, she also pointed to the stool next to her and signaled the boss to sit down.

But Zhang Qiubai dared not really sit down. He looked at his mother hesitantly and wanted to say that he was not qualified to sit in front of his mother.

But when he touched his mother's faint gaze, he sat down obediently.

Looking at such a big young man, his waist and back are straight like a primary school student, with his hands on his knees, and his eyes are seriously looking at him.

Feng Yin was so hungry and laughed.

Well, since she is teaching her son a lesson, she should take it seriously and she can't laugh at her anyway.

Zhang Qiubai sat obediently in front of Feng Yin and whispered: "Mom, you have taught me a lesson."

"It was my son who was unfilial, which disappointed you and your father in the past."

"I used to be so poor, but my sons always make you angry. Thinking of... when I thought of my mother's weakness and illness, my son wanted to slap her a few big mouths."

As he spoke, the child cried in depression: "Mom is always thinking about our brothers and sisters, and she has saved money and she has ruined her body."

"But we think all this is natural, and we even think that my parents don't give enough, and regard their good intentions as donkey's liver and lungs."

The more you talk about Zhang Qiubai, the sadder you feel.

My mother's once yellow face, dry skin, dry hair and a slightly hunched body under thirty.

Zhang Qiubai was so ashamed that he was ashamed. He choked up several times with one sentence, and his crying became worse and more uncontrollable with his inner regret.

Feng Yin: "..." Why are you crying?

Didn’t I just say a few words to you? As for this?

"Mom, you beat your son. Your son is unfilial, his son is ignorant, he has not taken good care of you, and he has also made you and his father worry."

Zhang Qiubai became more and more ashamed as he spoke, so ashamed that his head was so low that he almost buried it in his body, "I'm sorry for my parents, and my younger brothers and sisters."
Chapter completed!