Prosperity and luxury: Madam is crazy

Chapter 163 Pulling it up, the policy of educating the son

Where's the bodyguard?Where's the welcome waiter at the door?You won't ask them for help?Dumb?

But what about bodyguards? ...

Feng Yishu didn't see the figure of the bodyguard, she summoned a waiter and said, "Can I trouble you to help him to the car, thank you."

"Okay, miss." The waiter held out his hand with a polite smile when facing the guests.

Before touching it, the man in the wheelchair almost jumped up.

He stared at her, I don't want others to touch me, don't don't don't...

Feng Yishu: "..."

How come he has become so naive after only eight years of seeing each other? ...

This scene fell into the eyes of the distinguished guests, who shook their heads, alas, the relationship is so bad.

The waiter stood still, stretched out his hand, neither retreated nor retreated, looked at Feng Yishu in embarrassment.

Feng Yi rubbed the space between her eyebrows twice, and waved her hand to signal the waiter to leave.

Feng Yinan was overjoyed, and in the next second, he felt his back tighten, and his whole body flew into the air. Before he could exclaim, his ass was already sitting on the seat.

In the car, Feng Yinan was confused...

He was overjoyed, happy that no one would help him, so she should help him, right?Then her back tightened, she actually grabbed him just like that, and lifted him into the car...

Why, why did she become so rude after seeing each other for eight years? ...

Everyone shook their heads even more, it's bad, it's really bad...

Streams of neon slide across the windows, lighting up the interior of the car non-stop.

The person driving in front glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time. The person in the back seat was still staring at the front with his mouth slightly open, looking cute and cute.

A faint smile flashed across Feng Yishu's perennially icy face.

The car drove into the Yihe District——

The castle of Yuyunbao flashed across his eyes, Nian Bai opened his mouth slightly, um, his expression was somewhat similar to that of Feng Yinan, "Sir? Aren't you eating outside?"

How did you abduct me to your house? ...

"Did I promise you?"

Mu Yeqin played tricks, got out of the car and went around to her side, opened the car door, kept looking at him without moving his words.

Mu Yeqin raised his eyebrows, "I'll help you," he leaned into the car, about to hug her.

Nian Bai was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and slapped his hands away, "I, I will do it myself."

Mu Yeqin laughed, do you want such a big reaction?

He stepped aside and let her out of the car.

"Oh, dad, come and see, who did the little uncle bring back..." Above, in the arched window of the castle, a small face was reflected.

The eldest and youngest came over and stuck to the window with his son, looking down with great interest.

"Dad, don't we have to hurry up and get ready to entertain my aunt?"

Yuanyuan turned to look at him, and the young master patted his son's head, "Your uncle is entertaining you, what are you in a hurry for?"

Oh, yes.

Mu Yeqin led her into the door, although it was not the first time he came, but Nian Bai was still nervous.

She knew that his family was in this house, just upstairs, and when she walked in, she had the illusion of meeting his family with him, so she was very nervous and a little expectant.

Weird feeling.

Almost as soon as they crossed the threshold, the young master led Yuanyuan downstairs.

Seeing Nian Bai, the little guy was pleasantly surprised as always, and rushed over, "Little aunt~~..."

Nian Bai smiled all over his face, seeing this little guy, he forgot to be nervous.

She greeted her with open arms, and the little guy fell into her arms without any mistakes. It was so soft, it was like hugging a teddy bear for a moment, and her heart melted. Why is she so cute?

Yuanyuan kept caring on the little aunt's face, and Nian Bai also kissed him back. The scene of harmony and happiness made the second son unable to move his eyes away, as if he was looking at his wife and children.

"Brother, why don't you give me your son?"

The young master sneered, "Why don't you give me your wife?"

The second young master was aced, and he turned to stare at him leisurely.

In the courtyard of Jiuzhang Pavilion, the car stopped.

The light from the eaves of the villa was dim and warm, but the sky was dark and the air was cold. Suddenly, a snowflake filled the sky profusely.

Feng Yishu looked up, the snowflakes fell on her face, illuminated by the lamp and then melted.

This snow, without warning, came so unexpectedly.

She glanced sideways inadvertently, and those deep eyes bumped into her pupils unexpectedly.

He stared fixedly at her, her heart fluttered slightly.

Feng Yi straightened her clothes, suppressed the ripples in her heart, and said indifferently as she always refused to be thousands of miles away: "Here we are, get out of the car."

Feng Yinan sat without moving, "I can't get down."

Feng Yishu: "..." She forgot about this.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand, but he shrank back leisurely, and her hand was empty.

"You just hurt me a lot, this time be gentle..."

Feng Yi frowned, what is this called?

"I'll call Zhongli." She turned around and left.

"Yeah..." He looked at her eagerly, don't call Zhong Li, you should treat me as rudely as before.

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The kitchen was brightly lit, and snowflakes fell on the window panes from time to time outside.

The man behind the chopping board, tall and tall, wearing an apron, was quickly chopping vegetables with a knife.

Nianbai was beside him, not doing anything, just watching him quietly.

She didn't want to eat too greasy, so he made her fish in clear soup.

A quarter of an hour ago, the eldest son went back to the bedroom with his son in his arms, and the little aunt came, so Yuanyuan naturally didn't want to leave, but what did the eldest son say?
"Dad is picking out beauties on the computer, you can advise Dad to see which one is suitable to be your mother."

Yuanyuan's face brightened immediately, and she ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps without hugging her.

In the room, Yuanyuan sat on the lap of the elder and younger, shaking from side to side, her little butt was so fleshy that the elder and younger followed him.

Watching her father turn over the photos on the tablet one by one, Yuanyuan's expression was as if she had eaten bitter melon, her eyebrows twisted more and more, and her small mouth became more and more droopy.

"What's the matter, don't you like it?"

The young master looked down at his expression, why does this little brat look so old-fashioned?It's quite a joy.

"Do you like it?" Yuanyuan asked him back.

Young Master shook his head.

Then show me a request...

Yuanyuan said, "These women are only suitable to be taken out, not brought home."

The women in the photos are too dusty, even inferior to girls from ordinary families.

Young and old: "..."

He stared at the little guy in his arms, and his voice was slightly cold: "Who taught you these words?"

Yuanyuan turned his head back, blinking his eyes innocently, "Dad, have you forgotten what you said?"

Young and old: "..."

Memory is searching hard.

Oh, he remembered.

One time he got drunk from a dinner party, and when he came back in the middle of the night, he fell headlong into the bed, hiccupping, smelling of alcohol all over his body, Yuanyuan pinched his little nose and looked at him with disgust.

Yuanyuan asked, "Father, have you gone to socialize again?"

"Ah."

"Is there a beautiful sister at the banquet?"

"Ah."

"Then why don't you bring one back to be my mother?"

He narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand hey hey, Yuanyuan took a step back, and he approached like a son, touching the air like a son's head, and taught earnestly: "Those girls are only suitable to be taken out, not brought home. "

"You have to learn to distinguish which ones are good girls and which ones are only suitable to be taken out. Girls from good families are to be taken care of."

Yuanyuan asked again: "Then Dad, did you take them out?"

He muttered: "No."

At the end of the memory, the young master: "…………………"

The son was still staring at him helplessly.

(End of this chapter)