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Chapter 14 So Sensitive (please collect and ask for tickets)

On the bullock cart, Zhang Yiming couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth secretly as he listened to the conversation between the mother and the son, feeling amused in his heart.

It seems that this lady, Yuanshen, is not as simple and heartless as Yuanshen thought.

Look, look, look, just a few words, not only received the money earned by the son, but also moved the boy so much that he didn't know his last name.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but carefully opened a slit to observe this cheap lady secretly.

"talk later."

Feng Yin didn't answer the second child's words, but looked towards the pastry shop, there were people coming and going, but the eldest child hadn't come out yet.

As if aware of it, she looked away and turned her head, only to find that the man still had his eyes tightly closed.

Feng Yin frowned slightly, wanting to take a closer look to see if the man was awake.

Just now, she clearly felt that someone behind her was looking at her.

Do you feel wrong?

"Mom, brother is out."

Just at this time, the voice of the second child drew Feng Yin's attention back, and she looked towards the pastry shop. It happened that the eldest was going out with a few packs of pastries.

She withdrew her gaze, and Zhang Yiming's high-hanging heart also quietly relaxed at this moment.

What a risk!

Why is this woman so sensitive?

I had only observed her for less than five seconds before she looked back.

He was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, not daring to breathe.

Zhang Xinghe glanced at his mother happily, and hurried over: "Brother, let me get some for you."

Zhang Qiubai looked at his brother suspiciously: Did the second brother pick up a treasure?Why are you so happy?

After thinking about it, he still handed over the thing in one of his hands.

Feng Yin watched the two sons come back as brothers and sisters, and urged: "Okay, don't be silly, drive to the academy quickly."

After that, she turned around and got into the car, sat next to her husband, and reached out to check his temperature again.

"Hey, mother, you sit still first, my son will drive to the car now."

Zhang Qiubai agreed, put the pastry in his hand on the cart, turned around and got on the shaft.

Zhang Xinghe didn't dare to delay, put down his things, and sat next to the boss.

Zhang Qiubai waved his whip to make the bullock cart move, and asked casually, "Mother, what's the matter with Dad?"

Feng Yin happened to withdraw her hand from her husband's forehead: "It's okay, let's go."

"Eh, good."

Hearing his mother's calm answer, Zhang Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Xinghe couldn't help but turned around and asked: "Mom, how long shall we take leave for father?"

"Half a year."

Feng Yin answered casually.

"Half a year?"

The two sons turned their heads and exclaimed at the same time, causing passers-by on the street to stop and look at their family curiously.

Feng Yin glared at the two sons: "What are you making such a fuss about?"

"The doctor said, although your father's injury is not particularly serious, it must be taken care of carefully."

The two brothers also knew that their reaction just now was a little bit louder. Didn't it seem that passers-by were looking at their family with weird eyes?
Zhang Qiubai blushed, quickly looked away and drove the ox cart away from the spot.

Faced with the reaction of the two cheap sons, Zhang Yiming almost failed.

Fortunately, the lady stopped drinking in time and diverted his attention, otherwise she would have leaked the details of her pretending to be unconscious.

Feng Yin accidentally noticed the man's slightly frowned brows, reached out to caress, leaned over and asked softly: "Are you okay? Does the wound hurt?"

Zhang Yiming frowned, but he still didn't wake up.

Of course, he couldn't respond to Feng Yin's caring inquiry.

Seeing this, Feng Yin took a deep breath and withdrew her hand, looking at the man beside her.

Apart from being a little scholarly, this person really has no other advantages.

Feeling her scrutinizing gaze, Zhang Yiming's heart hung high, for fear that she would find something unusual.

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