She regretted her decision last night, but when her eyes fell on Fang Zheng's chest, her eyes became firmer again.

If she took this matter lightly, she was really worried that Fang Zheng would take risks to herself next time.

Maybe Feng Qing looked at his gaze too resentful, and his curly eyelashes trembled. Fang Zheng opened his eyes, and there was a rare sleepiness in his eyes. He reached out his hand in habit, trying to grab Feng Qing in his arms. The obstruction of the quilt made him frown. As soon as he woke up, his voice was hoarse and nice, "My wife, I didn't move for my husband."

What else can Feng Qing say?

She can't say anything.

Feng Qing couldn't see how resentful his eyes were.

Fang Zheng chuckled softly, and the laughter came from his ears to his heart, causing her heart to jump heavily. The next moment, she was taken into a warm arms and a kiss fell on her mouth. Fang Zheng followed her back and changed his words, "It was because of her husband's mistake. For her husband, she shouldn't let her wife keep the quilt alone."

Feng Qing's face was still a little thin. She blushed and wanted to struggle, but Fang Zheng hugged her tighter. He said aggrievedly: "It's really hard to stop my husband from touching his wife all night. Don't move, let me hug her husband more."

The person in his arms did not move.

The wife was still so soft and gentle, which made Fang Zheng really unable to let go and unable to withdraw her heart.

Feng Qing sniffed, and the discomfort in her heart had long been dispelled. She hugged Fang Zheng's thin waist and was satisfied.

The second day of the lunar month is the day when the wife gets married and returns. The Fang family is in a foreign land, so naturally there is no family to go back to. However, there is almost no one in Fang Jiang's family. Qin Shufen and Feng Qing's family have their own dirty things, so it's better not to go back.

Fang Jiang and Aunt Jin prepared the meal together and knocked on the windows of the two.

Since the first two years, Fang Jiang's stomach was not good, the Fang family had to eat on time and order three meals a day. Of course, occasionally Feng Qing and Fang Zheng would be lazy, but in Daye and Lantern Festival were all year round. Since it was within the year, it would be a good sign, so that the children could not be hungry and full.

Feng Qing's eyes were shimmering. She pushed Fang Zheng away and complained panting, "My husband doesn't want to say anything."

Staring at the lady's bright red lips, Fang Zheng turned his eyes, "My wife is too beautiful and can't help but be able to hold on for a while, because she lacks concentration."

But he did not promise not to kiss Feng Qing again.

The two of them put on their clothes and washed up again. Feng Qing waited until the abnormal blush on his face disappeared before he went out with Fang Zheng.

Duanzi slept well last night and woke up early today. Fang Zheng and Feng Qing went to the main house. Duanzi was sitting on his stool, holding a small bowl, refusing Fang Jiang's feed, and ate with a small wooden spoon.

What I made this morning was still shredded chicken porridge. The chicken porridge was made with tenderness and smoothness. The dumpling was like his mother. He loved this one alone. If he was hungry, he could eat two small bowls.

Just when Feng Qing saw Xiao Qingcai being pushed by the dumpling, she felt amused.

It is rare to find vegetables in winter. Fang Jiangtong fried a small plate, which was specially eaten for three grandsons. The vegetables were cut into small pieces and contained very little oil and salt. Adults like to eat fresh food, but children only rely on their preferences.

Fang Jiang knew that Tuanzi didn't like vegetarian dishes, so he deliberately stirred the leaves of the side dish and then into the shredded chicken porridge. Xiao Budian was actually patient and picked out the leaves of the vegetables little by little. No matter how Fang Jiang persuaded him, he just refused to eat them.

Feng Qing's eyes fell on the leaves of the vegetable and asked deliberately: "Duanzi, what is this?"

Tuanzi raised his little head, and naturally remembered the fear of being dominated by his mother to eat vegetables. His big eyes flashed, and then he scooped a spoonful of vegetable leaves, put them in his mouth, wrinkled his little face and swallowed it, then grinned and replied, "This is green vegetables."

After saying that, the dumpling jumped off the stool and half of the porridge in the bowl was sprinkled.

"Get down slowly, don't fall." Fang Jiang hurriedly protected him.

Duanzi looked at the less than half of the rice left in the bowl, and then looked at the chicken porridge splashed out from his new clothes. He pouted, "It's dirty."

This dress was made by Feng Qingnian. Tuanzi was placing it beside Feng Qing every day, watching her sewing it stitch by stitch. Although Tuanzi was not yet beautiful, he still cherished the clothes he made.

Seeing that the little girl's tears were about to roll down, Fang Jiang felt a heart-wrenching comfort, "It's okay, I'll wash my breasts for you, good grandson won't cry."

"Mom, don't spoil him so much." Fang Zheng couldn't stand it anymore. The child became more arrogant after seeing through the indulgence of Fang Jiang and Aunt Jin.

He glanced at the dumpling and ordered in a cold voice, "Go and change a set of clothes, and come back to eat all the dishes in the bowl."

Tuanzi is a young man, but he is very sensitive to his family. He knows that Fang Jiang and Aunt Jin will indulge him without any bottom line, and Feng Qing will gently lead him to the right path. Only his father is always light and occasionally shows a loving smile. However, there are too few times in this way, and his father never speaks harshly to him, but a look can make him tremble all over and dare not resist.

Originally, after being coaxed by Fang Jiang for a few words, Tuanzi felt even more aggrieved and tears came out. When Fang Zheng spoke, Tuanzi forced her tears back.

As his mother said, he was also a little man and could not cry.

Tuanzi wiped the corners of his eyes with his little hands, and he put down the bowl and walked towards the door with his short legs.

However, when passing by Fang Zheng and Feng Qingshi stopped and said in a nasal voice: "Dad, mom, Tuanzi is going to change clothes."

If Fang Zheng hadn't held her hand and refused to let her move, Tuanzi would have wanted to squat down and hug her son well. However, when Fang Zheng taught Tuanzi, she could not interrupt. Feng said softly: "Tuanzi is the most obedient, and my mother likes Tuanzi very much."

Tuanzi's face turned red.

I was no longer wronged.

"Let grandma take you to change the clothes that Grandma Jin made for you. The dumplings look like New Year's painting dolls, and they look good." Feng Qing said again.

Tuanzi's face turned even redder. He glanced at his mother shyly, then nodded in a rather squint manner, "Okay."

Aunt Jin would make clothes for Tuanzi when she was empty. If Feng Qing hadn't stopped her, she would have wished she would make three pieces for Tuanzi in a month.

Feng Qing looked like he had a dress a lot. It was a common small Tang suit in pictures in later generations. He had a red background embroidered gold thread, a small face with a milky white face and big watery eyes. He was so cute when dressed.

Fang Jiang followed Tuanzi and glared at Fang Zheng before going out.

During the Chinese New Year, the children were not allowed to have a good meal. If Fang Jiang hadn't felt sorry for his third son on weekdays, she would have wanted to slap Fang Zheng.

When Fang Zheng and Feng Qing were left in the room, Feng Qing then said: "I know that my husband loves Tuanzi too. He will be sad to treat him so coldly."

The mother always feels that the child is still young, and she wants to love the child more and be gentler to him.

It is a common saying that a kind mother defeats her children, but the child is the flesh that falls from her body, and he watches him grow up so old, and he can't bear to teach him harshly.
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