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

Chapter 442

Her appearance successfully softened Zhang Yiming's heart.

He smiled heartily silently, reached out and pinched her face: "Yinyin, you are getting cuter and cuter."

Feng Yin was in a daze, how could he think that he would make a sudden move?
Her face was pinched, and she slapped the mischievous hand away angrily: "What are you doing? If you don't talk about business, you'll play around with such nonsense."

"Pfft-"

Hearing what she said, Zhang Yiming smiled unkindly: "Yinyin, I'm playing with your face, uh, you mean to say that you are a mess!"

Feng Yin: "..." Bastard, he dared to bully people as soon as he was given some color.

She gritted her teeth and stared at the man with a nasty smile, then reached out her hand and pinched his face as well.

"Sigh~"

When Zhang Yiming pinched Feng Yin's face, his strength was well controlled, and it was impossible for her to feel pain.

But Feng Yin's way of defending his face was a bit ruthless, directly pinching the man until he gasped.

"Humph!"

The sound of his gasping made Feng Yin's heart soften, and he let go of his hands and said angrily, "Do you know it hurts?"

"Yinyin, you are really ruthless."

Zhang Yiming kept rubbing the pinched place, grinning his teeth and complaining, "My face is going to be pinched off by you."

Seeing that she ignored him, he deliberately said innocently: "There is no flesh on the face, and if you pinch it like this, there will only be bones left."

Feng Yin glanced at him, and said unconvinced: "Then why don't you say that you always pinch my face?"

"Say it as if I have some flesh on my face."

Both of them were a bit weak from the top-quality Feng Yin's nourishment. Although they had recovered a little recently, they were still not at the point where they could grow much flesh.

Therefore, the couple's skinny appearance is actually the same.

Zhang Yiming: "But your skin is thin, so it feels good when pinched."

Feng Yin: "What do you mean, my skin is rough, and it doesn't feel good to my hands."

"So, I'm still at a loss, and I have to squeeze it back a few more times."

As she spoke, she stretched out towards the man's face again, but the corners of her lips curled up in a mischievous arc.

How could Zhang Yiming really let her pinch his face again?
Seeing her hand stretched out, he quickly held her hand and said, "My dear, let's stop playing, shall we?"

"Don't you want to know where the secret mark in my painting is? Let me show you."

These words successfully prevented Feng Yin from moving, she looked at him suspiciously: "Divert my attention?"

"No no, I mean it."

As he spoke, he turned around, picked up the painting with dried ink and said, "Look carefully, I believe you can find the hidden mark of this painting."

Feng Yin's eyes widened, and she looked at the painting carefully.

At first she really didn't see anything unusual, but when she looked at it from several angles, she finally saw it.

At the junction of the sickle and the axe, there are several very inconspicuous words 'Longxia People's Republic'.

These few words hit Feng Yin's heart like a heavy hammer, making her body tremble slightly.

With trembling hands, he wanted to take the painting and see it clearly, but he was afraid that he would accidentally destroy the painting he had infused with spiritual power.

Seeing this, Zhang Yiming hurriedly put the painting back on the kang table, and packed up other things with a smile.

Only then did he say to Feng Yin: "Yinyin, if you want to see it more clearly, you can pick it up and look at it yourself."

Feng Yin licked her parched lips, and asked softly, "Can... is it okay?"

Her hands are still shaking until now, and she dare not touch the painting at all.

It has been almost two and a half months since I came to this place. It would be a lie to say that I don’t miss the place where I lived for decades.

(End of this chapter)