Chapter 1855: Fanwai: Fengzhen (previous life)

Chapter 1855 Fanfan: Feng Zhen (Previous Life)
Fengzhen, people send the nickname Feng prodigal son.
Philosophy of Life-How to stay here for fun and timely.
This is a prodigal man who pays attention to acting in a timely manner and acting freely.
Others laughed at him because of his apostasy and did not know what "ceremony" was. He laughed at his toil and spent his entire life without ever being happy.
Such a prodigal son, naturally, cannot expect this goods to live from nine to five, and it would be nice to not catch him every day.
but--
In the past two days, the wind is not right. Is Feng Fengzi being taken away or stunned? He didn't arrive late and leave early?
Do not--
Not only did they not arrive late and leave early, they also left early and late. Meiyu was filled with nervous alert, and her nerves were tightened.
"Is it because the front-line battle is tight?"
Even the prodigal son, who has always released waves and skeletons, is so serious and serious, most of them are the front winds wrong?
When Feng Zhen wasn't paying attention, such rumors circulated quietly, attracting a lot of people on the wall, and finally reached the ear of the protagonist Jiang Yanji. She frowned, as the protagonist, she knew the battle on the front line best, and the enemy couldn't bear it.
The war is not tight, and the logistics of the forages is everywhere, and this battle is lying and winning.
What kind of monster did Feng Zhen suddenly make?
Seeing that the rumors and rumors spread more and more exaggerated, Jiang Yanji could not help but seize Feng Zhen, the party, to inquire.
"Why didn't you go to drink and watch dance with your son-in-law recently? The owner of the wine shop you often go to is still thinking about your money bag."
Fengzhen: "???"
The two ministers had big eyes and small eyes, and Feng Zhen suddenly showed a little bit of grievances that could not help but feel distressed.
This time it was Jiang Yanji's turn.
She introspected herself and found no problem with the word, which stimulated Fengzhen?
The person who ran to Nuwa to drink and watch dance all day was indeed Fengzhen, and it was also Fengzhen that the money bag was remembered by the owner of the wine shop.
Speaking of these flirty guys in the past, why do they look offensive to women of good family?
"My lord, I'm afraid I won't go again." Fengzhen whispered, "Don't go to my court again."
As Fengzheng's fox friends and dog friends, it's a normal operation to go to the son-in-law to drink and watch dance together. Since getting married, Fengzhen has changed her character, just to see if you can drink more.
For the two, running to the son-in-law to drink is not so much about the color of the wine over there.
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For this matter, Feng Zhen was not badly scolded-saying that he, the prodigal son, had damaged his protagonist.
Feng Zhen said that he was very wronged. His protagonist is an old driver who is familiar with the road. He also needs to bring his driving license?
Jiang Yanji said, "Have you been modified? Is this ready to turn around completely?"
Feng Zhen sighed, "The wife at home is pregnant, the doctor said that the pulse is not stable."
Jiang Yanji understood.
It turns out that if it is for this reason, she can understand Feng Zhen's choice.
It's normal to be unscrupulous. The wife should pay attention to her pregnancy. This is what he should do as a man.
but--
"No, if your wife is pregnant, what do you do early in the evening and late at home? I will not do anything for you if I work a few more hours a day. It might as well be done early and go home. Accompany his wife. "Jiang Yanji accused Fengzhen," Do you know how much jokes you have made in this series of abnormal behaviors? Everyone thinks that the prodigal son is because of the tight frontline fighting, which is abnormal. There are more people spreading rumors, Even I almost believed. Once I checked the source, I was here with you. "
Fengzhen: "???"
Can this blame him?
This pan is too much!
Feng Zhen sighed, "Due to his wife's pregnancy, I didn't dare to go back. I only wanted to worry about the protagonist ..."
Jiang Yanji raised his hand to stop Feng Zhen from filling himself with ecstasy soup.
If Feng Langzi comes out of his mouth, there are eight sentences that need to be carefully considered, and the remaining two sentences are false.
"Will you be honest?"
Feng Zhen froze for a moment, aggrieved, "It is true that the wife did not dare to return to her home because her wife was pregnant."
Jiang Yanji didn't quite understand.
Feng Zhen is so old, his knees are empty, his bones are not very good, and his wife has finally become pregnant. He should be ecstatic.
This is so abnormal-is the child the Pharaoh next door?
Jiang Yanji could not help raising his eyebrows to recall which house Fengzhen was next to.
Feng Zhen saw that her expression changed slightly, and she knew that the protagonist was wrong, and had to whisper to explain, "Before that, the minister had a son, his name is Feng Yi. He was ... the original son of Chen Chen who spent his life to give birth. Yier was smart and beautiful from a young age, and his spleen was like his mother. "
Feng Zhen originally had a son?
Jiang Yanji was surprised, because it was not known before.
Hearing Feng's real tone, this child should have been born early.
It was indeed a long time ago, and the cause of death was related to Feng Zhen.
That year, Feng Zhen was addicted to Han Shisan, and the young Feng Yi didn't know the truth. He accidentally bumped into Feng Zhen's appearance after taking Han Shisan. Unexpectedly, in the early spring, the rain was abundant and the moss was lush. The small Fengyi accidentally slipped off the stone steps and fell into the cold water. Although he was saved, he suffered a severe wind chill that night and died of high fever—
Feng Zhen always thought that he had killed this son, and he regretted it for many years.
Sometimes at midnight, when I dreamed of this icy and snowy son, I couldn't help crying from the dream.
He never thought of wanting a child again, and he was also a sick and sick child by nature, and wanted or couldn't.
A while ago, Mrs. Wan Xiuer told him shyly and timidly—there was something in her abdomen, Fengzhen felt the whole person was stunned, and it seemed that a cold chill had spread from the foot to the heart. Ecstatic on his face, but a kind of panic and fear in his heart.
Jiang Yanji heard nothing.
"Are you afraid of being cuckold?"
As soon as this word came out, Feng Zhen's brewing feelings instantly broke.
"What's the word of the protagonist? The minister and his wife have deep feelings. Do you doubt this?"
Sick Yangzi is not a natural person, the probability of pregnancy is very low does not mean that there is no possibility of winning the bid.
Welfare lottery picks one by one, how low the odds are. In each issue, there are also sons of talents born.
Feng Zhen had a son Feng Yi. Naturally, he would not think that he could not give birth. His wife was pregnant, and the pregnancy must have been contributed by the next king. If it weren't for the hero Jiang Yanji who could not beat him, Feng Zhen would like to turn his face on the spot-goodbye, friends! !! !!
"Then you said you were panicked, afraid and afraid-you said it, but I didn't force you to say it."
Fengzhen: "..."
Actually, Feng Zhen didn't mean this.
"It is true that the minister is afraid-if this child can't keep it, he will die again-"
He always thought that he had no children, so his first child was so good that he was also killed.
With such a thought, Feng Zhen naturally had inexplicable fear for the second child.
It was not the child who was afraid, he was afraid that he could not hold the child.
He does not dare to go back to face his wife for a long time now, but can only use his busy work as an excuse to avoid as much as possible, giving himself time and space to make himself want to understand. However, he hadn't gotten involved in the matter yet. He waited for the protagonist and showed the other party a joke.
Jiang Yanji also troubled to understand what Feng Zhen was tangled with.
She said, "I have a rough background and can't say anything reasonable-but there is one thing I understand. Since the child has targeted you and made you the father after he was born, this shows that he is to you Satisfied-how can you let your child down? "
Feng Zhen couldn't help but whispered, "The prince said something strange and touching."
Jiang Yanji said coldly, "I can say something more touching, do you want to listen?"
Fengzhen: "???"
Jiang Yanji said, "I heard that pregnant women are sensitive and thoughtful. If you leave early and return late all day, you are not afraid of your wife thinking about it. Maybe someone thinks you are dead or not. Taking advantage of her inconvenience during pregnancy, she will be caught by an outside goblin Hooked away? The mother is not good, the child is even worse. "
Fengzhen: "!!!"
He forgot the stubborn thing!
On the same day, Jiang Yanji heard that Feng Zhen had left early, and had left an hour early!
"The prodigal son is getting worse and worse. What if he delays the justice of the Lord?"
Jiang Yanji glanced at the small report.
"What else can I do? Tap him."
You can't even afford a milk powder diaper with this button.
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