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

Chapter 67
Feng Yin: "...Ahaha"

She laughed dryly, and then explained: "I didn't mention this before, because I was afraid that you would dislike me."

"You are a scholar, if I do these things, won't I embarrass you?"

Feng Yin lowered her head and rolled her eyes, and her words became smoother and smoother:
"Well, now that you are no longer a wife in the city, I just want to pick up the discarded things and earn some money to support my family, so that no one will laugh at you."

Zhang Yiming listened to her explanation, and looked at her deeply with deep eyes.

That slightly disturbed and weak look not only failed to arouse the man's protection, but made him feel that this woman was a bit scary.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then restrained all the emotions in his heart.

Stretching out his hand to hold the woman's hand, he said in a gentle voice, "It's because I'm not a good husband, and I can't continue to make money to support the family. I'm sorry for your hard work."

"Huh? No, that's not the case."

Listening to the man's words, Feng Yin raised her head in fear, and looked at Zhang Yiming with panicked eyes, "Husband, you must never say that."

Tears rolled down like broken strings of pearls: "Husband, we have been married for 18 years, and it is all supported by you alone, giving our mother a few stable lives."

"Now that you are injured, it's only a temporary thing. Don't think about it. It's not your fault."

Looking at the teardrops on the woman's cheeks, Zhang Yiming sneered in his heart, but his face was full of guilt: "Miss, don't cry, just don't tell me about your husband."

Sniffing, Feng Yin lay down next to the man's legs, skillfully avoiding his outstretched hand.

A muffled voice came out of her mouth: "Husband, you should take good care of your injuries. During this period, you don't need to worry about everything at home. I'm here."

But the next moment, she froze.

Because, a big hand was stroking gently on the head, and there was a gentle voice above the head: "Okay, I will listen to you."

There was a strong pampering in the tone, which made Feng Yin's heart tremble violently.

Especially the warmth from the man's palm came from the top of his head, which caused an inexplicable emotion to rise in Feng Yin's heart.

This should be the remaining emotion from the original body.

Feng Yin lay beside the man's legs, her body froze for a while, and then she recovered from the state just now.

She took a deep breath, regained her composure, and looked at the man with teary eyes: "Husband."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Yin clearly felt that the hand on top of her head trembled slightly.

If she hadn't been paying attention to the other party all the time, such a subtle change might have been overlooked.

But at this moment, Feng Yin inexplicably felt that the man beside him might not be as calm and composed as he appeared on the surface.

She looked at Zhang Yiming with tears in her eyes, and called out shyly: "Husband~"

In order to achieve the desired effect, she also deliberately elongated the tone.

Sure enough, the man's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

If it wasn't for Feng Yin's careful observation, she would never have noticed this movement.

And the hand he placed on top of her head trembled violently at that moment.

Xu was afraid that she would find something abnormal, so Zhang Yiming hurriedly withdrew his hand, and was afraid that the movement would be too sudden, so he naturally stroked his chin and beard with his retracted hand.

Zhang Yiming's old face was slightly red, and he reminded him with unknown meaning: "Lady, my husband is hurting now."

Feng Yin: "..." Old and unscrupulous, what do you mean?

Damn man, this is to remind her, don't flirt, he is hurting, can there be some things that can't be done at all?

Facing Zhang Yiming's obviously playful eyes, Feng Yin's old face was unknowingly hot.

She slapped the man reproachfully: "What are you talking about?"

　small theater:

　　Zhang Yiming: "My lady, don't flirt with a wounded person."

　　Feng Yin: "Ah bah, shameless pig's trotters, what a beautiful idea."

　　Author: "Go ahead, I promise I won't laugh unless I can't hold back. Hahahaha..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)