God of War's Love: Forced to Marry a Cute Wife

142 Chapter 149
"What's wrong? Can't you?" Fang Xiran's chin was raised high: "I'm going."

"I'm your guardian now, I'm not allowed to go, but I'm not allowed to go!" Can the chief's reason be more grand?

Song Feiyu held back his laughter, lowered his head, without saying a word, and was earnestly picking fishbone for Lao San Luo.She finally found the source of the hairy factor in Luo Erye's character. Childish, it really doesn't matter age, just look at the chief.In comparison, her second master is quite mature.

There is still arguing here: "Guardian? Cut, how funny! How old am I, and I still need a guardian? Humph, hum!"

"No matter how old you are, you need a guardian!" The chief sternly taught: "If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house to expose the tiles! If someone is watching you, how can you be like this?"

Second Master Luo looked at his aunt, and then at Song Feiyu. The two women's personalities were quite different, and they both belonged to the type of "do not fight for three days, go to the house to expose the tiles".

Fang Xiran ate deliciously, and talked back happily: "What's wrong with me? Who is more chic and happier than me?"

"You are so happy, do you know how much your parents worry about you?" Of course, Comrade Chief was talking about his father-in-law and mother-in-law: "You are single now, and your parents can't even sleep."

"Worry." Fang Xiran looked disapproving.

Second Lord, he is really the one who is afraid of chaos in the world: "Since grandpa and grandma are worried about my aunt being single, wouldn't it be a good time for her to watch a movie with comrade reporters tomorrow? Maybe it will solve the problem of being single."

"..." Comrade Chief was depressed, choked, and wanted to punish people.

"That's right," Fang Xiran lashed out, "The weekly reporter of the military newspaper is senior, young, and handsome..."

"Believe it or not, I'm blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

Song Feiyu took care of Luo Laosan to eat, while smoothing things over: "Ah, auntie, try this fried bitter gourd, see if it tastes good?"

"Delicious!" Fang Xiran nodded hurriedly: "I've eaten a lot, bitter gourd is good, it clears heat." He picked it up and put it into Comrade Chief's bowl: "You eat it too, whatever you eat."

"Pfft..." Song Feiyu still couldn't hold it back, unlike Second Master Luo who didn't feel it, his face didn't change.

Eat bitter melon, like bitter melon, a bitter melon face.Oops, my aunt is so funny.In fact, these two men are both bitter-faced and energetic, as if others owe them.

The meal was very lively, and the family enjoyed it happily. The most direct manifestation is that Luo Lao San is no longer sick.Usually when there are so many people together, he will be scared and trembling, and even hit the wall when it gets serious.But today, under Song Feiyu's care throughout the whole process, he occasionally secretly raised his eyes to look at everyone.

Luo Erye didn't say it, but he was shocked.

He is taking a risk today, and he doesn't know if something will happen. Over the years, there can be no more than three people at the dinner table, otherwise there will be terrible consequences.

The third child is afraid of seeing people, afraid of crowds, Second Lord Luo has let him and doted on him these years.He can't see people, and the second master won't let him see him.He was afraid that there would be too many people, so the second master drove them all out, leaving only one or two servants who were not afraid of death to take care of them.

Song Feiyu said that protecting the third child was not doing him any favors, but aggravating his illness.

Second Master Luo listened to it, so he agreed that the old man came over for dinner.If you want to change the past, you will be kicked out long ago.

(End of this chapter)