bad marriage

Chapter 68

Father Wang looked at his mother with some dissatisfaction, and said helplessly, "Mom, come to me if you are dissatisfied, and don't involve Ji Chan in everything..."

Grandma Wang sneered: "Is it me who wants to get involved? The concubine went up and asked your brother to come down for dinner..."

Father Wang held his breath and wanted to get up, but he was afraid of offending his mother. After all, he didn't want to make his mother angry, so he could only swallow the breath through gritted teeth. Ji Chan's face was as usual, and even a slight fluctuation could be seen No way, still the same, maintaining a faint smile.

Under the table, Ji Chan's hand held her husband's, with a little force, Father Wang could only pat her hand to give her strength and comfort his wife.

As soon as the concubine got up, Wang Zifei came down from the downstairs. He changed into a blue dress, and walked down slowly step by step, his eyebrows and eyes raised.

The first thing that greets you in Tongyuli is the pale face of the mistress of the Wang family.

He was born like a tyrant, with a conquering aura, with a smile on his lips, and slightly raised one eyebrow as he sat down.

"Eat." Grandma Wang tried to ease her mood.

The princess followed and took her seat.

"Next time you come down to eat by yourself, don't always let others go up and invite you three times..." Father Wang said looking at his eldest son.

Wang Zifei still looks the same, but the smile on the corner of his lips is as thin as a cicada's wings, and his slender eyes are slightly raised.

"Okay, my father."

Wang Zifei held the scarf with both hands, slipped in the air, and landed neatly on his legs, one leg was entwined with the other, elegantly like a noble young master, those hands absorbed the remaining rays of the setting sun After entering, clusters of light red light shone in everyone's eyes, matching the light blue clothes on him, like water shining in the light blue light, making the hostage feel transparent.

Ji Chan took her seat, her hand holding the chopsticks was a little tight, but she still had that smile on her face, she seemed to exhaust all the strength in her body with every breath, and her heart became more and more heavy, blunt It hit her fragile heart again and again, and her chest hurt.

"Okay, let's eat, everyone eat..." Ji Chan suddenly said softly.

Wang Zifei looked at the almond porridge in front of him, the speed of light in his eyes flashed, and he held all his emotions in the translucent eyes, wrapped them up, and didn't let out a trace.

He turned his body, sat on the chair half sideways, supported his forehead with one hand, and stirred the spoon in the bowl with the other. From time to time, a smile on the corner of his lips would automatically and consciously surface on his face. His face was very White, like the color of almond powder washed away by water, the wrist bones are terribly thin, after stirring for a while, he threw the spoon into the bowl, his eyes were as clear as water, and looked at Ji Chan.

"Mom, you are really thoughtful, thank you."

For some reason, Ji Chan's heart was beating irregularly.

Seeing his wife being humiliated several times, Father Wang finally couldn't help standing up, and slapped his big palm on the table. The chopsticks in Gu Yining's hand fell to the ground in fright.

She glanced at the people around with some embarrassment, but luckily no one came over, she quietly bent down to pick up the chopsticks, and got her head under the tablecloth, only then did she see the hidden picture under the table.

Wang's father and Wang's mother held hands together, the kind of intertwined fingers, Wang Zifei's legs were half sideways, and Wang Hao was regular.

Gu Yining couldn't understand, Wang Zifei seemed to want to annoy his mother on purpose?Why?
But thinking about it, Yining immediately felt relieved. Like his own mother, he may be partial and partial, so he is not reconciled.

Seeing that Yining's chopsticks fell off, the servant took out a new pair from the kitchen and prepared to send them up to her, but just walked out of the kitchen door and saw Yining picked up the chopsticks from under the table again.

Wang Zifei pushed the bowl of porridge in his hand to the inside, stood up, his pupils still shook slightly, but the sparkle inside had disappeared without a trace.

"Eat slowly, I still have something to do, I have to go out first."

As he said that, he was about to step back from the table.

"Stop, I'm going to clean up you little bastard today. I don't know how to be polite. Is that what your mother taught you?"

Father Wang's anger was like a brick smashing hard on the clean glass. With a click, the peaceful atmosphere shattered and splashed in all directions.

Grandma Wang's face became serious, and she put the chopsticks in place, and the snap was crisp and clear.

"Baochen, pay attention to what you say, what should be said and what should not be said, eat if you can eat, and eat if you can't eat." The old lady raised her eyebrows and looked at her son with a disapproval expression on her face. Ji Chan quickly piled up Xiao just wanted to speak, maybe because he thought that he was ordered to shut his mouth just now, so he smiled awkwardly, and then stroked the square scarf in his hand.

Wang Zifei stood beside the chair, turned around slowly, and frivolously slid his index finger along his lips, with an indescribable flair.

"Did my mother teach me this way?" He murmured, his straight nose and eyeliner narrowed into a line, and his eyes sparkled: "Is my father asking my biological mother or the person in front of me who I call my mother?" What? This house is a gift from my mother to our family, oh no, it should be given to me by my grandfather, can it be understood in this way, my father?"

There was a trace of coldness in Ji Chan's eyes, but in a blink of an eye a smile appeared on his face again, hehehe.

"Feifei, why are you talking to dad, your dad is in a bad mood today..."

Wang Zifei looked at the smiling face of his stepmother. When Ji Chan spoke, he was already standing in front of Wang Zifei. Wang Zifei was tall. When he turned around, he covered Ji Chan under him. Ji Chan was petite. , the whole person was shrouded in the shadow of Wang Zifei, a trace of uneasiness flashed across his face, and he took a step back slightly.

Wang Zifei wanted to say something, but the corners of his lips were pouting before he raised his eyebrows. The princess stood up, and Ji Chan's hands fell on her son's shoulders.

Wang Zifei suddenly felt that his mood was waning. Is it important to say it or not?
Wang Zifei's eyes were black, that kind of thick black, very deep, very black.

When Wang Zifei walked out of the house, Father Wang patted the table and got up.

"Give it to him? Okay, I can't stop, I'm leaving, I can't afford to offend, I can hide..." The man was about to go upstairs as he spoke.

Ji Chan hurried back to hold her husband's hand, frowning deeply.

"Bao Chen, Xiao Fei didn't mean that. What he said was not wrong. It was my fault. I took his mother's place..." Ji Chan's beautiful eyes were full of water, accompanied by a soft sigh , a tear fell down.

The princess got up from the table and went upstairs.

(End of this chapter)