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

Chapter 290

Ding Zhenyao looked at Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming in astonishment: "..." Uh, this is something that a decent scholar like Uncle Zhang can say!

In his 12 years of life, he has never heard a man talk to his woman like this.

Zhang Yiming was a little embarrassed by the two of them.

But his naturally rigid face didn't show it at all.

Reaching out to pat Feng Yin, he said softly: "What's the matter, lady? Do you think that your husband has become younger and more handsome these days?"

Feng Yin: "..." She has a thick skin like a city wall.

But facing the man's expectant eyes, she had no choice but to agree casually: "Well, I am indeed a little younger than a while ago."

Zhang Yiming's face collapsed, as if he had been greatly shocked: "How young are you?"

Feng Yin looked at him speechlessly: "What else do you want?"

"If you really want to be young, just shave off your beard and make sure you look a few years younger than you are now."

"is it okay?"

Zhang Yiming blinked expectantly, "Miss, do you support me in shaving my beard?"

"I don't care."

Feng Yin said lightly, "It's as long as you're happy."

"Okay, then I'll shave my beard."

As if Zhang Yiming had received an oracle, he got up and was about to get a razor to shave his beard.

Ding Zhenyao had never heard of the conversation style of the couple.

Therefore, the whole process is always in a wide-eyed, open-mouthed, unbelievable expression.

Now I heard that Zhang Yiming is really going to shave his beard in order to make himself look a few years younger.

The young man was shocked for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to grab him: "Uncle, Uncle, calm down, calm down."

Zhang Yiming: "What are you doing?"

Don't look at how gentle he is to Feng Yin, especially easy to talk to.

But for people other than her, the man has no patience, his tone is cold, and he has the aura of a college professor invisibly.

Ding Zhenyao was taken aback by this momentum, and instinctively wanted to let go.

But thinking about the consequences of shaving off his beard, the boy's hands tightened again.

Withstanding the pressure, he said, "Uncle, please calm down first."

"As the saying goes, the body and the skin are the parents."

"If you shave your beard like this, you will be laughed at by your colleagues and acquaintances when you go out."

After a pause, he added: "Besides, as a scholar, you should be clear about who doesn't have a beard at your age?"

Zhang Yiming: "..." Fuck, is this the fate of having a beard?
Listening to Ding Zhenyao's persuasion, Feng Yin couldn't help laughing.

"Young lady, just laugh if you want to. My husband won't blame you."

Zhang Yiming withdrew his foot, patted Ding Zhenyao and grabbed his hand, "Relax, I'm just joking with my lady, what's your hurry, little brat?"

"Really...really?"

Ding Zhenyao was not particularly relieved and asked, "Uncle Zhang, we really can't shave this beard."

"Let go."

Zhang Yiming felt uncomfortable being caught by this kid.

Feng Yin chuckled and said: "Okay Zhen Yao, your uncle is really just joking with me, don't be nervous."

"hey-hey."

Ding Zhenyao quickly let go, and said with a coy smile, "Uncle, don't be angry with my nephew."

"Just now, I saw that your words and deeds are as true as the truth. My nephew is in a hurry...just that one, please don't blame me."

Feng Yin saw the young man's hands grasping in the air, but couldn't hold back, and laughed again.

Ding Zhenyao looked anxiously at Zhang Yiming, then at Feng Yin, who was lying on the table with a smile, her face was extremely embarrassed.

Hearing that devilish laughter, Zhang Yiming looked at her speechlessly, and called out weakly: "Miss?"

(End of this chapter)