I don’t know if it’s because of the Pan family’s affairs or if I don’t want to see the Fang family members at this time, Old Man Fang hasn’t come back for several days, and the rest of the Fang family don’t feel anything. They should eat and drink on weekdays, as if there is never such a person as Old Man Fang in this family.

Feng Qinglai's family time is the shortest, and the other old man Fang has no good feelings. Old man Fang is not at home, so she is more comfortable. She spends around Fang Zheng to read and write during the day, and takes about an hour a day to teach Gong Meili and the others to make embroidery, and life is relaxed and comfortable.

On this day, Feng Qingzheng taught the embroidery of the Xiaoyu family of Aunt Yue San. Just as Aunt Yue San described it, Xiaoyu is as solid as a boy. Although Gong Meili is not patient, she is mature in nature. She can be patient and can be a good time. However, Xiaoyu is not good. Sitting next to Feng Qing, she is like a nail on her butt and can't be idle for a moment.

"Xiaoyu, let me see the orchid you embroidered." Seeing that Xiaoyu was about to sit still, Feng Qing put down the embroidery in his hand and reached out to her.

"Sister Qing" Xiaoyu dragged her voice, held Feng Qing's arm in both hands, and began to act coquettishly. The embroidery in her hand was terrible. She was afraid that Feng Qing would take it, so she hurriedly placed the embroidery behind her.

It's strange that Xiaoyu is like a monkey all day long and can't control anyone, but she listens to Feng Qing's words and especially likes to sit close to Feng Qing, which is why she can barely sit.

"Call the third sister-in-law." An unclear voice came from the window behind the two.

Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes and shouted again, "Sister Qing"

"She is your third sister-in-law." Fang Zheng was not willing to be outdone. He rarely competed with other women on weekdays, but Xiaoyu's look at his wife's joyful eyes still made Fang Zheng unhappy.

"I just like to call her Sister Qing." When Fang Zheng lowered his face, others subconsciously wanted to avoid it. Xiaoyu was not afraid. She could pinch her waist and demonstrate to Fang Zheng.

Xiaoyu is a child who is in junior high school in later generations. Here, the children are mature earlier, but Xiaoyu is still like a child. She is pretty and has a slightly darker skin. The brightest one is her eyes, which are clean and bright.

It is said that eyes are the window of the soul. Feng Qing likes Xiaoyu's eyes, and she can't help but feel soft-hearted when she looks at them. She also has a lot of patience towards Xiaoyu.

As her pillower, her eyes were always on her. Fang Zheng could see clearly than anyone else. Apart from him, her wife liked Xiaoyu the most!

"Madam, come here." Fang Zheng put down the book and waved to Feng Qing.

Xiaoyu held Feng Qing's arm with one hand, but never took out the embroidery bandage behind her. "Sister Qing, it's not yet an hour. I'll embroider a few more needles. I'll show you after embroidery. You can teach me again."

After finishing his words, he smiled proudly at Fang Zheng.

With his hands tightened, Fang Zheng pursed his lips. He regretted it and shouldn't have agreed to his wife, asking her to teach Gong Meili and Xiaoyu an hour of embroidery every day.

"My husband, you read the book first. I will go there after I teach Xiaoyu." Xiaoyu grabbed her arm tightly. It was really hard for her to throw people away. Feng Qing smiled at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng sat behind the desk, keeping his eyebrows still.

"Xiaoyu, why don't you remove the embroidery cloth first and I'll go see my husband." Feng Qing touched the back of Xiaoyu's slightly rough head and asked with a smile.

Without looking, she also knew that the flowers embroidered by Xiaoyu were even more messy than grass.

Feng Qing smiled particularly warm and beautiful. Xiaoyu was stunned. She opened her mouth wide and could still see the crystal liquid in her mouth.

Ahem.

Feng Qing cleared his throat and blushed a little.

"Madam" Fang Zheng obviously noticed Xiaoyu's embarrassing appearance, and he shouted again in his heightened tone.

Feng Qing pulled out his arm from Xiaoyu's hand, stuffed the embroidery bandage into Xiaoyu's hand, and smiled and said, "I'll check it later."

After sucking a saliva, Xiaoyu looked at Feng Qing pitifully, "Sister Qing, this is too difficult."

"Xiaoyu is very smart." Feng Qing patted her forehead again, and then walked towards Fang Zheng.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Feng Qing felt his hands tight. The next moment, she was brought into her warm arms, "Madam, you are so nice to her."

"She is just a child." Feng Qing naturally likes her as a child who really likes her.

"That's not OK." Fang Zheng pulled the man to the desk.

Outside the window, Xiao Yu's head stretched out and looked inside.

Fang Zheng snorted coldly and pulled down the curtain directly.

Xiaoyu's scream came from outside.

"The third brother is too domineering, sister Qing is not yours alone."

Fang Zheng turned a deaf ear. He sat at the desk, used a clever trick on his hand, directly pulled Feng Qing on his lap, took out a handkerchief, and kept wiping Feng Qing's hand.

"Husband?" Fang Zheng's movements were not heavy, and Feng Qing couldn't feel the pain. She just felt that Fang Zheng was calculating with the child like this, which really made her feel a little cute.

Fang Zheng nodded, but his movements did not stop.

After wiping it for half a quarter of an hour, he stopped and grabbed Feng Qing's hand again, "I can only hold my wife's hand, but others can't."

"Xiaoyu is not attached." Feng Qing had to remind that she could smell the aged vinegar.

"That's also touched." Fang Zheng hugged the man tightly, put his chin on her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "That girl has no talent for embroidery, and it would be useless for her to teach her. She just wanted to stick to her. In the future, the lady must be more strict with her."

"Aunt Yue San not only asked me to teach Xiaoyu's embroidery, but I'm afraid I also want to use embroidery to grind Xiaoyu's temperament." Feng Qing chuckled.

According to the instructions, Nian Xiaoyu can discuss marriage, but where can this child get married?

With a cold voice, Fang Zheng said, "You can use other methods to improve your temperament. Why don't I tell my aunt San to give her a book and let her go back to practice calligraphy."

"This is not good." Feng Qing shook her head, "Xiaoyu is illiterate. How can beginners let her practice by herself? Does her husband want to teach her in person?"

Fang Zheng shook his head.

He is willing to stay with his wife when he has time, so how could he teach that girl?

Fang Zheng didn't mention Xiaoyu anymore. When he didn't want to be with his wife, the wife had other people thinking about. He held Feng Qing's slender waist with both hands and leaned forward. He had not kissed her for three hours.

Itchy mouth.

Before I could meet it, Xiaoyu's scream came from outside, "Sister Qing, come out quickly."

His brows frowned, and his coldness dispersed, and Fang Zheng wanted to get angry.

Feng Qing hurriedly hugged him, kissed him on his thin lips, comforting him, "Don't be angry, let's not bother with the child."

Outside, Xiaoyu's voice came, "Sister Qing, someone is looking for it."

Feng Qing stopped and she could hear the voices outside.

"My husband, go out and have a look?"

"Yeah." A muffled, Fang Zheng's thin lips slapped on the red lips in front of him, and then he pulled the person out of the door.

He already knows who is outside.

"Is this Fang family?" Feng Qing heard a little strange when the voice outside.

"Who are you?" Xiaoyu asked with her hands crossed her chest and looked slanted.

"I'll look for our second lady."
Chapter completed!