After wearing the best mother-in-law, my way is wide

Chapter 19 The World Owes Me a Golden Man (seeking support)

Feng Yin almost laughed at this sentence.

Fortunately, she still kept her identity in mind and tried her best to restrain herself.

He also comforted her intimately: "People have stumbled, horses have stumbled, this is just an accident, you don't need to be embarrassed about it."

"Ah."

Zhang Yiming felt awkward in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.

Looking around, he asked, "Why are we here?"

Feng Yin: "We originally planned to ask for leave for you, but the head of the mountain didn't seem to be happy, so we resigned from this job."

"This...how can you resign?"

Zhang Yiming was happy in his heart, but anxious on his face, "This is an errand that Mr. Xu took pains to arrange for me."

"Again..."

Having said that, his eyes met Feng Yin's, and he couldn't continue speaking.

He had to pretend to be more measured, otherwise, he would not be able to think of a way to deal with any troubles if they really caused trouble.

Feng Yin lowered her head, pretending to wipe her tears, her voice choked up: "Do you think I shouldn't be the master?"

"No……"

Hearing his wife's aggrieved voice, Zhang Yiming was inexplicably guilty, "I just... just feel that it's a pity that I lost this job, and I don't blame you."

"I also know it's a pity."

Feng Yin still lowered her head, she couldn't squeeze tears from her eyes, she could only do this, rubbing her eyes vigorously with a veil, "But you need to rest for this injury."

"The head of the mountain doesn't want to promise you to ask for leave. Isn't there nothing I can do?"

In between speaking, he sniffed subtly and sobbed a few times.

"Don't...don't cry."

Zhang Yiming knew that he had passed his performance just now, so he comforted him softly, "I really don't blame you."

"Let's just resign from the errand. It's just right. I also want to take this opportunity to study hard."

Feng Yin looked at the man with red eyes: "Really...really?"

Looking at the half-moist red eye sockets, Zhang Yiming always felt that something was wrong, but he still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Facing the woman's earnest gaze, he nodded slightly: "Really, don't cry."

Feng Yin blushed and shyly said, "Husband... Husband, you are so kind to me."

When making this gesture, Feng Yin almost vomited out of her heart, this mud horse ghost design really killed people.

But he didn't dare to show anything on his face, for fear of being seen.

Zhang Yiming looked at the shy lady, feeling unspeakably awkward in his heart, but his eyes were burning on the surface: "My lady..."

While speaking, he reached out and held her hand carefully.

Roaring in my heart: "The world owes me a statuette."

Feng Yin's heart was not much better, and she scolded in her heart: "Why haven't you two brats come out yet?"

If it doesn't come out again, she really can't guarantee that she won't play.

"Mom, we're coming out."

As if hearing Feng Yin's inner cry, the cheap son's voice sounded at the right time.

Feng Yin quickly blushed, and took her hand back from her husband's hand, and looked at the two sons with a much softer gaze.

Brothers Zhang Qiubai and Zhang Xinghe hurried out of the corner gate each carrying a package.

Feng Yin quickly got out of the car, put the burden on the back of the car, and covered it up with straw and quilt.

"How is daddy?"

The two boys looked at Zhang Yiming's face and asked Feng Yin in a low voice.

Feng Yin also looked at the man, only to find that he had closed his eyes again.

She was stunned: Could it be that she was suddenly embarrassed when her son bumped into her indecency?

Thinking of this, Feng Yin replied casually: "That's it, whoever has just been injured can heal?"

"Let's go, don't delay going home."

"Eh."

The two sons agreed to go back to the shaft of the car, and then set off again towards the vegetable market.

　Have a nice weekend, please ask for a ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)