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

Chapter 311
Feng Yin frowned unconsciously as she listened to Xu Li's narration.

Cao'er's experience is a proper rhythm for the protagonist.

Could it be that he really wanted to have something to do with her?

Xu Li didn't notice anything unusual about Feng Yin.

When she said this, she suddenly grabbed Feng Yin's hand excitedly as if injected with chicken blood, and said, "You know, that Cao'er vomited blood profusely as she spoke."

"It was said that it was to repair a house to earn money for the family, and almost put his life in it."

"Let me tell you about Zhang Feng's. Cao'er looked so pitiful at that time. Many people cried and accused that old lady Xuan of not being a human being."

"Still scolding the other rooms of Xuan's family for nothing, the brother's life is already like this, why do you want to suck other people's blood?"

Feng Yin looked at Xu Lishi who was talking lively but her eyes were red, patted her hand speechlessly and said: "Okay, stop talking, it hurts you so much."

Xu Lishi raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes, but he didn't stop: "I'll tell you about Zhang Fengshi."

"You haven't seen how miserable Cao'er was at that time. She kept vomiting blood and kept telling Lizheng and the village chief that she wanted their second room to starve to death, and she was willing to give the money."

"Really, many of us feel that the Xuan family's second wife is too miserable."

The corners of Feng Yin's mouth twitched, but she didn't see it face to face, and she couldn't express her opinion, so she just listened quietly.

Sure enough, at the end of the day, the second bedroom of the Xuan family had fulfilled his wish, and under the witness of the village head Lizheng and many fellow villagers, he broke away from the people in the old house.

The more I listen to Feng Yin, the more I feel that this is the operation of the protagonist in the time travel novel.

But what is it that I crossed with Zhang Yiming?
After Xu Li said that enough was enough and left, Feng Yin immediately returned to the main room.

Pushing open the door, Zhang Yiming was sitting cross-legged on the kang, rice paper was placed on the kang table, and the man was writing at his desk.

Feng Yin hurriedly approached with light steps, stretched her neck to look at the rice paper.

I saw a beautiful young woman in a professional suit and a pair of orange sunglasses painted on it.

The environment around the woman was the business class of that plane.

She was sitting on the seat with her eyes bright and her head up, talking to someone.

From that angle, Feng Yin could see that it was the scene when they first met.

It's just that there is no man in the whole painting, but she, who knew the situation at the time, felt that he was everywhere.

It has to be said that the man's painting level is a rare master in her past and present lives combined.

At the moment Zhang Yiming is leaving a poem in the blank space:
"The vast seas of people finally meet, and the sudden disaster brings disaster on themselves, God's will tricks the homeland, and wakes up from a dream to reunite happily."

When Zhang Yiming put down the last stroke, he looked at the work he had just finished with satisfaction, and a gentleness appeared on his face.

"Clap clap clap."

The sudden deep voice woke up the man immersed in creation.

"Yin Yin."

Zhang Yiming searched for the sound, and saw Feng Yin standing under the kang, his old face blushed, "Ahem, when did you come back?"

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows and smiled: "When you were composing poems."

As he spoke, he looked at the freshly baked painting and the poem left on it, and couldn't help feeling a little sweet in his heart.

This feeling has never been felt before, but she likes it very much.

Zhang Yiming's old face turned even redder, and he touched his nose embarrassingly: "It's just a casual work, Yinyin, don't laugh at me."

Feng Yin looked at him teasingly, and said in a low tone, "I see what you mean, you didn't pay attention to this painting or this poem at all?"

Zhang Yiming was shocked by her words: "..."

This is a proposition that you have to think about before you can answer it.

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