I'm wrong, Mr.President

"Oh, it's really hot. Sobbing, sobbing, sister Xu, how can you treat me like this..."

Xu Weiwei looked at Mao Yingyun's tears as if she didn't want money. She was quite surprised and thought about how a person could suddenly cry like this.

When Feng Laozi heard the news, she hurried over. Xu Weiwei hugged Feng Laozi tightly under the steaming chicken soup. "Grandpa, you have to decide for Yingyun!"

Xu Weiwei looked at Feng's fine clothes being rubbed dirty by Mao Yingyun. She looked like Dou E's blood splashed three feet of white silk. Her original dull expression was even more dull.

Do you feel so happy that you hurt yourself and have to take time and effort to play a play?

Fengyang, who had deliberately avoided Mao Yingyun, heard the cry and felt a click in his heart. He is really confused. How could he avoid himself and let Wei and Mao Yingyun be together?

Listen to this cry and you will know that Weiwei must suffer again!

Sure enough, Fengyang walked into the living room step by step. What came into view was the picture of Mao Yingyun crying with her grandfather and Xu Weiwei sitting aside with a dull face.

Weiwei usually jumps off. Although she doesn't know what happened, it can't be her fault. Since it's not, why doesn't she explain?

It seems that since the founding of Weiyang and the accidental death of aunt Lu, Xu Weiwei has become more and more silent and less confident.

"Grandpa." because Feng's father has always loved Mao Yingyun, Feng Yang is worried about Xu Weiwei's situation.

The old man shook his head at Fengyang and gently pushed away the crying Mao Yingyun.

Mao Yingyun, who thought Feng would be angry, didn't slow down. She looked up at Feng in doubt.

Feng Laozi didn't look at Mao Yingyun, but winked at Feng Yang: "the chicken soup is just boiled and very hot. Feng Yang, take Ying Yun to the hospital. Don't hurt the girl's face."

After hearing this sentence, Xu Weiwei, Feng Yang and Mao Yingyun looked at Feng Laozi in surprise at the same time. They all thought Feng Laozi would be angry and punish Xu Weiwei.

Mao Yingyun was surprised at first, and then looked at Xu Weiwei with a resentful face. Her eyes looked like Xu Weiwei was a man who abandoned his wife and son and did something sorry for her.

Xu Weiwei shrugged casually.

Fengyang goes to pull Mao Yingyun. Although he doesn't want to, this is the case now. If you don't take Mao Yingyun away. This woman will never give up.

Sure enough, Mao Yingyun stared at Feng Yang and shook off Feng Yang's hand holding her arm with great strength. Is that what everyone in this room wants? This bowl of chicken soup must not be so white!

Feng Laozi saw Mao Yingyun's idea and showed a rare seriousness on his face: "Yingyun, don't fool around. Go to the hospital with Fengyang obediently. That's it!"

Mao Yingyun looked wronged and wanted to say something. When the nanny suddenly hurried to the second floor: "Grandpa, there are guests."

"Guest?" Mr. Feng also looked suspicious. What guests can he have recently?

He stood up and looked down the windowsill at the door of the first floor. He had gold wire and black framed glasses and a well tailored suit, with a strange smile on his face.

Why is this guy here.

Seeing who it was, Feng turned around and looked at Xu Weiwei quietly, but said to the nanny, "don't let the guests wait too long in this hot day."

"Yes." the nanny got the order and went down to open the door.

Xu Weiwei still keeps her previous posture and sits quietly. She is not interested in the mysterious guest. Now she is only interested in protecting herself from the old man.

After all, Mao Yingyun and Feng Laozi are more familiar, and they are only the first time to see each other.

After a while, footsteps sounded on the stairs leading to the second floor. The nanny led the way and invited the guests to the second floor.

Xu Weiwei somehow felt that the footsteps were a little familiar.

When the nanny opened the door, the guest carried his hands behind his back and said hello to Mr. Feng: "long time no see!"

But master Feng, like he didn't see the man, ignored him and poured himself a cup of thoroughly cold tea.

Xu Weiwei couldn't sit still. She saw the visitor clearly. She stood up with a loud voice: "Dad? Why are you here?"

Xu Wenqing gave Xu Weiwei a white look: "you girl, why are you talking so hard? Your father can't come yet?"

Xu Weiwei shook her head like a rattle. I'm kidding. How dare he?

"No, no, just wondering why you suddenly came here?"

Xu Wenqing didn't answer. He turned around the whole room: "old man, I took Weiwei home."

Clearly speaking to master Feng, but Xu Wenqing didn't look at him. He looked more like talking to the air.

"Hum, if you want to take it away, take it away. There's so much nonsense. Some people, it's not what I said. They've been like that for decades."

Feng Laozi put down his tea bowl and several people looked at each other. They didn't know what they were talking about?

"Fengyang, I'll take Wei home first, and you can handle the rest." Xu Wenqing pushed his glasses, said hello to Fengyang, took Xu Weiwei's hand and left.

Mao Yingyun watched the two men leave with their chests raised. He felt their hearts beating, as if they were going to jump out of their chest. Why is everyone protecting Xu Weiwei today!

It seemed that Mao Yingyun was unwilling. With a serious face, the old man personally helped Mao Yingyun up: "Yingyun, Grandpa, there's something else here. Go home first."

Mao Yingyun is more and more angry. Isn't this to drive himself away?!

However, the Maos still have to rely more or less on the power of Feng family. Even if they are not satisfied, Mao Yingyun still dare not have a fight with Feng master, so he had to deflate his mouth: "Na Yingyun went home first. Grandpa, pay attention to his body."

"Well." Feng Laozi nodded expressionless, which was not the same as his usual kind appearance.

Mao Yingyun picked up the bag he put on the sofa and stared at Feng Yang inexplicably before he left.

"Grandpa." when Mao Yingyun went away, Feng Yang, who had been puzzled for a long time, couldn't help asking, "you and Xu Wenqing knew each other a long time ago?"

Feng Laozi was silent for a long time: "boy, as a descendant of my Feng family, you should know what you shouldn't ask. Don't ask this truth."

Feng Yang bowed his head: "yes, Grandpa. But I still want to ask, why do you like Weiwei so much and even offend Mao Yingyun for Weiwei?"

Feng Laozi sighed, as if recalling something long ago: "yes, after all, he has raised it for so many years..."