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

Chapter 283
Zhang Yiming looked at her with a smile: "I still like your temperament."

Feng Yin scolded his eyes: "Don't be poor, it's useless to speak well."

While talking, he got a bookmark and placed it where the man had just read, and tidied up the book.

Zhang Yiming was pitiful: "I'm bored, and you won't come back to accompany me, so I can only pass the time with books."

Feng Yin rolled her eyes disrespectfully: "..." This man never forgets to tease her.

She put the things away and discussed other things with him: "By the way, I'm just curious about one thing."

"what?"

Zhang Yiming looked at her puzzled, "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

"I'm not omnipotent."

Feng Yin shot him a look, and then said: "I'm just curious, why did Mr. Qiao get involved in the matter of our child's apprenticeship?"

"Before we went to Mr. Song's house to discuss this matter, I don't believe he didn't know our intentions."

"He didn't respond for so long, why did he change his mind just during the meal today?"

Her words made Zhang Yiming smile slightly.

Seeing this, Feng Yin couldn't help but blinked and asked: "Your smile...could it be related to you again?"

"Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

Zhang Yiming couldn't help laughing: "When you went downstairs to cook, weren't we doing a dissertation on poetry?"

Feng Yin saw his smile, and also laughed: "Could it be another colleague who was conquered by you?"

Zhang Yiming smiled calmly, as if it was natural for him to conquer his colleagues: "Remove the word 'bar'."

"Shouldn't you bring out the classics from the previous life thousands of years ago?"

Feng Yin looked at him speechlessly, "Is this too bullying?"

"You are wrong."

Zhang Yiming was misunderstood, he still had to defend himself, "Facing them, those classics are far from needed."

"Yo, what you mean is that you are also a master of poetry and prose?"

Feng Yin was taken aback by what he said, and then laughed again, "Then when will I have the honor to see it?"

"As long as you like it, I promise to write it for you."

Zhang Yiming agreed very readily, "I can't do it every day, but one article a month, what do you think?"

Feng Yin: "..." It's hard to tease.

She smiled and didn't answer him, and changed the subject decisively: "By the way, do you have any clues about the names of the poops?"

Seeing that she didn't answer directly, Zhang Yiming looked at her accusingly: "You care more about other people than me."

Feng Yin squinted at him: "Do you really want to compare yourself with those children?"

"No, no, no."

Seeing her expression, Zhang Yiming was instantly defeated, "By the way, do you know the surnames of those children?"

Feng Yin: "Brother Dungdan's surname is Hong, Lanni's surname is Liu, Brother Da Mao's surname is Zhou, and Dungcha's surname is Fu."

"My lady remembers it very clearly."

After listening to her words, Zhang Yiming couldn't hold back and said sourly, "I wonder if my lady remembers what month is your husband's birthday?"

Feng Yin was speechless: "...your birthday in June is only March now, isn't it still too early for your birthday?"

Zhang Yiming didn't speak, just looked at him like this.

Feng Yin was helpless: "Okay, I will prepare a gift for you, why are you looking at me like this?"

"It's reassuring to have a wife as a husband."

Zhang Yiming smiled instantly, "The husband can look forward to it."

Feng Yin was speechless again, didn't even bother to pay attention to him, turned around and prepared to leave: "You think about it slowly, I'll let the boss fetch water for you to wash."

(End of this chapter)