The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 197 The Old Man's Second Spring

"Of course she is a little girl to me, and she can be my daughter." Fan's father said: "Don't worry about this, Dad wants to buy clothes for Lingling. Make a few sets that look more capable, and let our The little boss seems to have a bit of style!"

The matter was decided so happily, and a week later, the designer came.Sure enough, she was a very beautiful aunt, she was very maturely dressed, she belonged to that kind of very tasteful middle-aged woman, her surname was Zhou.Fan's father was obviously very satisfied with her appearance and praised her repeatedly.

Designer Zhou also brought a little girl who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, and said: "This is my daughter, named Michelle. Because she is on vacation recently and also dreams of being a designer, I took her to do it. Some assistant work."

Michelle is also very beautiful, and her brows are very similar to her mother, but her eyes are staring straight at people, which made Fan's father very uncomfortable, and said with a dry smile, "It's good, children should exercise more."

After exchanging pleasantries, Designer Zhou brought Michelle to measure my figure, while Fan Yin whispered something to Fan’s father quietly. Fan’s father seemed to have heard something important and glared at him. Fan Yin might have succeeded in some trick , laughing non-stop.

After the measurement, the two of them said goodbye to Fan's father. I quietly went to Fanyin and asked what they were talking about. Fanyin said in a low voice, "That little girl has taken a fancy to our old man."

"Are you kidding me!" For such a young child, the Chinese accent is a bit small.

"I'm not kidding, look at her eyes." Fanyin said in a low voice, "So hot, so hot, full of love."

I followed his gaze.When she first measured her figure, Michelle looked quite normal and smart.But now he became dazed again, still staring at Fan's father.If you observe more carefully, you can still see that her little face is flushed.

I asked, "What did Dad say?"

"He said I'm getting more crazy." Fanyin said jealously: "The old guy is quite charming."

In fact, frankly speaking, although Fan's father is over 50 years old, his body looks very good, and the muscles on his arms can clearly tell that he is a very powerful man.And he was smiling and wearing glasses, looking very kind.The most important thing is that he has a bit of reverse growth, that is to say, his face looks very young, with few wrinkles, just like an old fairy.

"Dad has such a good personality, it's normal for someone to chase after him." I said, "You should feel happy, why such a sour tone."

"I haven't been chased by Xiao Miaomiao at this age." Fanyin said displeasedly, "He's an old man."

"I was only 19 years old when I met you, okay!" And I knew the second personality earlier.

He gave me a white look: "Looks like ninety."

despise him.

The two of us can't keep hiding by the side and gossip about others, and as soon as we said this, Fan's father waved at us, it seems that we have been successfully sold, and we plan to order more styles.

The two of us went over and found that Fan's father had already put a stack of things on hand, and said to us: "Miss Mi said that the curtains in our house don't match well, and Zhou Design thinks it's right. I also think the curtains are not very good, just right. If they can do it, let's change the curtains together."

Fanyin didn't say a word, I took a look at it, and it was really good, so I said, "Father, as long as you like it."

"Then wait a minute and you take Zhou Design to replace yours." It seems that Zhou Design can grasp Fan's father's aesthetics very well, and Fan's father has become her fan: "I always think that my son's family's The curtains are ugly."

Fanyin elbowed me, "Go."

"Okay." I said, "But is Zhou Design busy?"

"I have many assistants." Zhou Design said with a smile, "It's rare that Mr. Fan likes my design so much."

"Mr. Fan, my mother has better ones." Xiao Miao Miao Mi Xue opened the new display book again and said, "I think you will like these bed sheets."

Damn, what on earth are they designed for...

Zhou Design seemed a little embarrassed, and said, "Mr., actually..."

Fan's father had already received the display booklet, and said pleasantly, "It's very beautiful! Especially the embroidery, it's so beautiful! Where did you hire the embroidery workers from?"

"I embroidered it myself." Michelle blushed and said happily: "Mr. Fan, in fact, these are not designed by my mother. She can only design clothes, but I don't like designing clothes. I like designing clothes at home." stuff. If you like my style, I can help you design every piece of fabric in your home to look its best."

Fan's father probably thought she looked cute, so he smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I thought these were all designed by your mother. I didn't expect Miss Mi to have such a talent at such a young age."

Only then did Zhou Design relax with a smile, and said, "I'm sorry, I was just making clothes, but this is the first time this child has heard praise from someone like you, so he lost his composure."

"It's all right, I want all of these." Fan's father said, "There's no rush, it's mainly about studies, it doesn't matter if I get it later."

Michelle was very happy and said, "Mr. Fan, can I come here often?"

Fan's father froze for a moment, then looked at Zhou Design.

Zhou Design immediately frowned: "Axue..."

"I'm always at home by myself, and I have no one to share my good works with." This little Miaomiao is very courageous: "I think Mr. Fan is a person with good taste, and I hope that I can come and communicate with you when I have new ideas. .”

"This..." Fan's father obviously didn't want to agree, but he rarely met this kind of person, because most of the people who came to visit would look at the other person's face and make requests, and would not be so reckless, and the other party was so young Girl, he was a little embarrassed to refuse, and finally said: "Of course, you can make an appointment at any time."

After Zhou's mother and daughter left, Fanyin kept smiling strangely during dinner.

Fan's father didn't know why, and asked, "What is he laughing at?"

"The old man is going to have a second spring." Fanyin leaned back on the chair, her tone was more sour than the salad on the table.

"It's crazy." Fan's father said to me: "I really think that kid's design is very good."

"It's really good." I mean it.

"It's really good!" Fan's father kept emphasizing his innocence: "At my age, she is enough to be my granddaughter."

"It's a pity that people don't think so." Fan Yin continued to disrupt the stage.

"Yinyin!" Papa Fan roared, "Your mind is full of nonsense!"

Fanyin rolled his eyes.

I took the opportunity to say: "Dad, I have a question, don't be angry."

"You mention me first and then decide whether you want to be angry or not." Fan's father was cunning and cunning.

"In the past, Yinyin always said that I would give you a little girl." I asked, "Is it true?"

Fan's father glanced at Fan Yin, and said, "Actually, Dad thinks that Zhou's design is quite good, and the ones who are too young have no common language."

"Oh."

"Trust Dad." Fan's father said: "The fathers of those little girls sent them away well."

Fanyin leaned over holding a fork and said, "That's just because I'm afraid my mother will say he's a pervert."

"How can there be such a thing!" Fan's father said anxiously: "How can she control my affairs?"

Fanyin snorted, and said, "Anyway, Xiao Miaomiao has his eye on him. I'll bet 1 yuan."

Fan's father said displeased: "How could such a young child fall in love with me? I'll bet [-] too."

Then they both looked at me.

I thought about it for a while, and felt that [-] was a bit much, so I said, "I'll bet ten yuan."

"Too few." Fan Yin criticized: "Be more generous."

"That's one hundred, no more." I said, "I'll just bet..." Ouch, what kind of eyes did Fan's father have, I quickly changed my words: "Just trust Dad."

Fan's father was satisfied, and Fan Yin glared at me.

The next morning was the day to remove the plaster cast. I accompanied Fanyin to remove the plaster cast. On the way back, he was very happy and kept looking at me and smiling.

I panicked a little and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Fuck you." He leaned over and whispered, "You're going to die today."

Lately he's been torturing me to want to do this and that, because his legs are inconvenient and he can't do anything, so he's having a pretty miserable life.

But I need to remind him with conscience: "You just removed the plaster cast, the injury hasn't healed yet."

"It's okay." With a smirk, he moved his hand somewhere and squeezed it hard: "It's grown up."

"So-so."

He gave me a blank look with a smile, took a look out of the window, and suddenly froze, saying, "Hey, here we come."

I also looked over, it turned out to be Michelle.

At this time, the car had already driven to the gate of my house, and it was raining a lot outside.Mi Xue was standing at the door of my house with an umbrella, trembling.

Of course it’s not good to stop now, so Fanyin stopped and asked the driver to go down to ask. The driver quickly responded and said: “She said she wanted to see the old man, but the guard didn’t let her in because she didn’t have an appointment. But she didn’t want to go back, she wanted I can meet Mr.

"Tell her the old man isn't here."

The driver went to talk, and came back to tell us: "She said she would wait until the old man came back."

"What an infatuated good boy." Fanyin sighed and said, "Then let her wait." Then she looked at me with a wicked smile and said, "You can't keep your 100 yuan."

"Why don't you let her in." I said, "It's bad for the child to freeze and get sick in such heavy rain."

"It's impossible for my dad to be with her." Fanyin said, "There's no need to give her hope."

Ok……

The two of us went home first, and Fanyin squeezed me into the bedroom all the way.Without saying a word, he pressed against the door panel and bit my lip.

After sucking hard for a while, he pressed his forehead against mine and asked softly, "Is it really ligated?"

"..."

He began to fumble around with his hands, and said, "If it's really circumcised, I'll give birth to a few illegitimate children."

I couldn't help being angry: "How dare you!"

"Why don't you dare?" He smiled, put his lips against mine, and said softly: "When a wife is a wife, she neither bites nor gives birth to children, and she doesn't stand on the same line with her husband at critical moments." Come on, do you want to go against God?"

(End of this chapter)