The president sent me to patrol the mountain

"Oh, it's really hot, woo woo woo woo, sister Xu, how could you treat me like this..."

Xu Weiwei stared blankly at Mao Yingyun's tears rolling out as if she didn't want money, and wondered in her heart, how could a person suddenly cry like this.

Old Master Feng hurried over when he heard the news, Xu Weiwei hugged Old Master Feng tightly with the steaming chicken soup on his head, crying even more fiercely: "Grandpa! You have to make the decision for Ying Yun!"

Xu Weiwei looked at Mr. Feng's finely crafted clothes being stained by Mao Yingyun, as if Dou E's injustice had blood splattered three feet on the white silk, and her originally dull expression became even more dull.

Are you so happy that you let yourself get hurt and then have to spend time and effort acting out a play?
Feng Yang, who had deliberately avoided Mao Yingyun before, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the crying.He is so confused, how could he avoid it by himself, and let Wei Wei and that scheming bitch Mao Yingyun be together?
Hearing this cry, he knew that Weiwei must be at a disadvantage again!

Sure enough, Feng Yang walked into the living room in three steps at a time, and what caught his eyes was the picture of Mao Yingyun crying while hugging her grandfather, and Xu Weiwei sitting on the side with a dull expression.

Weiwei is usually quite evasive, although she doesn't know what happened, but this incident can't be her fault, since it wasn't, why didn't she explain it?
It seems that since Weiyang was founded and Aunt Lu died unexpectedly, Xu Weiwei has become more and more silent and less confident.

"Grandpa." Because Mr. Feng has always loved Mao Yingyun, Feng Yang was a little 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 originally thought that Mr. Feng would be furious, didn't calm down a bit. She looked up at Mr. Feng suspiciously.

Mr. Feng didn't look at Mao Yingyun, but winked at Fengyang: "The chicken soup is freshly boiled, it's very hot, Fengyang, please take Yingyun to the hospital, girls, don't hurt your face."

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

Mao Yingyun was surprised at first, and then looked at Xu Weiwei with resentment, as if Xu Weiwei was a man who abandoned his wife and son, and did something wrong to her.

Xu Weiwei shrugged indifferently.

Feng Yang stepped forward to pull Mao Yingyun, although he didn't want to, but in the current situation, if Mao Yingyun was not taken away.This woman will never let it go.

Sure enough, Mao Yingyun glared at Fengyang, and with great strength shook off Fengyang's hand holding her arm.Does everyone in this room think so?This bowl of chicken soup must not be so white!

Mr. Feng could see Mao Yingyun's thoughts, and his face showed a rare seriousness: "Yingyun, don't mess around, just obediently go to the hospital with Fengyang, this matter is like this!"

When Mao Yingyun was aggrieved and wanted to say something more, the nanny suddenly rushed to the second floor: "Master, there are guests here."

"Guests?" Mr. Feng also looked suspicious, what kind of guests can he have recently?
He stood up and looked at the door on the first floor along the window sill. He had gold-rimmed glasses and a well-tailored suit, with a weird smile on his face.

How did this guy come here.

Seeing who it was, Old Master Feng turned around, glanced at Xu Weiwei calmly, but said to the nanny: "It's a hot day, don't make the guests wait too long."

"Yes." The nanny got the order before going down to open the door.

Xu Weiwei still maintained the previous posture, sitting quietly, not interested in this mysterious guest, she is only interested in protecting herself from the old man.

After all, Mao Yingyun was more familiar with Mr. Feng, but it was only the first time that she and Mr. Feng met.

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

Xu Weiwei somehow felt that the footsteps sounded familiar.

The nanny opened the door, and the guest greeted Mr. Feng with his hands behind his back, "Long time no see!"

However, Mr. Feng, as if he hadn't seen this person, ignored him and poured himself a cup of cold tea.

Xu Weiwei couldn't sit still anymore. When she saw who was coming, she stood up with a bang: "Dad? Why are you here?"

Xu Wen gave Xu Weiwei a clear look: "You girl, why do you speak so badly? Your dad can't come yet?"

Xu Weiwei quickly shook her head like a rattle.Just kidding, how dare he?

"No, I'm just curious why you came here suddenly?"

Xu Wenqing didn't answer, and walked around the whole room: "Master, I took Weiwei home."

Obviously he was talking to Mr. Feng, but Xu Wenqing didn't look at Mr. Feng, it seemed more like talking to the air.

"Hmph, if you want to take it away, just take it away. How can there be so much nonsense. Some people, it's not me who said it, it's been decades, and they still look the same."

Mr. Feng put down the tea bowl, and several people looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what the two of them were talking about?
"Fengyang, I'll take Weiwei home first, and I'll leave the rest to you." Xu Wenqing pushed his glasses, greeted Fengyang, took Xu Weiwei's hand and left.

Mao Yingyun watched the two leave with their chests up and their heads up, feeling their hearts beating, as if they were about to jump out of their chests.Why is everyone protecting Xu Weiwei today!
As if seeing Mao Yingyun's reluctance, Mr. Feng had a serious face and helped Mao Yingyun up himself: "Yingyun, Grandpa still has something to do here, you should go home first."

Mao Yingyun became more and more angry, isn't she going to drive herself away? !

However, the Mao family still relied more or less on the power of the Feng family. Even if they were dissatisfied, Mao Yingyun didn't dare to mess with Mr. Feng, so she could only pouted: "Then Yingyun will go home first, grandpa pay attention to his health."

"Yeah." Mr. Feng nodded expressionlessly, which was not at all different from his usual kindness.

Mao Yingyun picked up the bag she put on the sofa, and before leaving, she gave Fengyang a stare, which made Fengyang puzzled.

"Grandpa." After Mao Yingyun walked 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?"

Mr. Feng was silent for a long time: "Boy, as a descendant of my Feng family, I should know the truth about what I shouldn't ask."

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?"

Mr. Feng sighed, as if he was recalling something from a long time ago: "Yeah, after all, I have been raising it for so many years..."