Chapter 257

Feng Lao said with a smile, but there was no angry expression on his face.

I sat on the other side of the sofa.

Naturally, he won't be dissatisfied with Fengting Mo because of this. He can't understand Fengting Mo's character any more.

Although in recent years, with the management of the company more handy, because more knowledge, character has become more mysterious.

But in front of fengzhai, xiaoconghua and fenglao, fengtingmo can be said to be the most relaxed time.

Naturally, at this time, it's not really with fenglao.

When Feng persuaded Chang Cong last night, he could almost guess the next day's reaction.

Now it seems that it's not much different from what I expected

I just don't know what happened to them last night.

Naturally, it is impossible for Mr. Feng to continue to ask about this. He has done all he should do and created all the opportunities.

The rest is what their young people should consider. As an old man, he can't manage so much.

It's really old.

Feng Lao lay on the sofa and stretched out his arm.

The maid came over and gently kneaded Feng's arm.

"I didn't have many meetings. I'm so tired. I'm still old."

Feng leaned back, gave his shoulders to the maid, and closed his eyes.

Feng Tingmo over there heard Feng Lao's words and made a subconscious gesture.

The corners of the mouth pursed, after all did not say anything, but the eyes inside more meditation.

"By the way, where is the girl Chang?"

Mr. Feng knew that he would not answer this question.

Ask the maid directly.

"Back to the master, about five minutes ago, Miss Chang took her back to her room and changed her dressing."

The maid did not stop her hand movement and replied respectfully.

"Why is it related to shallot flower?"

Feng Lao pondered.

He went out early, just missed the small Conghua looking for often porridge things.

If Feng is old, I'm afraid I'll cut off the shallot flower early in the morning and won't let her go upstairs.

After all, the two people upstairs are probably making a brother for xiaoconghua

Obviously, the maid also heard old Feng's chanting, and explained the morning's events again.

"This little guy..."

Old Feng said such a sentence, which should be something he thought of, but he didn't say it in the second half.

It was quiet outside for a while.

There is also harmony in the room.

"Does the scallion still itch?"

Often porridge carefully to the shallot flower plaster, seems to be better, just need some time.

"It doesn't itch. I itched once last night. Sister Aru changed the ointment for me."

Xiaoconghua replied cleverly.

Ah Ru, the maid that the doctor took care of Xiao Conghua for Chang Cong last night.

"Did Xiao Conghua sleep well last night?"

Heard last night itched again, often porridge frowned.

There was a flash of remorse in his expression.

Fortunately, there was nothing serious last night, otherwise she would really blame herself to death

"Xiaoconghua has a good sleep. It seems that she has a sweet dream, but xiaoconghua can't remember..."

Small brow wrinkled, a pair of thinking.

Little guy didn't realize that her sister porridge was blaming herself for what happened last night.

Just happy to share last night.

The small appearance of leizizi is very well infected with changcong.

This painful little guy

It's more than ten minutes since the two of them applied the ointment.

Chang Cong put down the ointment and beat his waist.

It's really hard to keep this posture.

Over there, Xiao Conghua, who was about to climb out of bed, saw the action of Chang Cong and accelerated the action of getting out of bed.

"Deng Deng Deng" ran to Chang Cong and pulled her hand, indicating her to sit on the bed.

Chang Cong felt the strength in her hand, but she didn't struggle. She sat down according to her meaning.

The little guy climbed into bed again and sat in the back.

Looking at the appearance of shallot climbing up and down, Chang Cong can't help laughing.

What's this little guy doing? He's climbing up and down. He's not tired.

The main reason is that she is a small ball, pouting buttocks, mouth slightly doodle, looks really cute.

Before Chang Cong asked her what she was doing, she felt a pair of small claws on her waist.

Often congee subconsciously Leng for a while, the waist touch is more clear.

Chubby little paw, although not much strength, but it is actually moving around his waist, pinching.

Suddenly, this little guy is rubbing his waist, isn't he?

Often porridge eyes flash some uncertainty, but the heart can be determined.

I'm afraid it's not just the little guy who saw the action of kneading his waist that he made this move?

I have to say, Chang Cong is the truth.

Quietly turned to see a little guy behind, to see the scene in front of you, often porridge just feel warm in the heart.

This will be a small guy, is half lying behind him, two small arms in his waist.

It can be seen that Xiao Cong Hua used his strength, because his face was red.

Eyes full of serious, teeth biting his lower lip, a serious look.

"Thank you xiaoconghua. After being kneaded by xiaoconghua, sister Congzhou is all right!"

Often porridge porridge directly turned around, the shallot flower to his arms.

She rubbed her little face gently.

Although there was no big meeting, there was a little sweat on the little guy's face, and his heart became warmer.

Gently knead the little arm of xiaoconghua, I'm afraid it's sour.

Xiao Conghua didn't estimate how tired he was, but looked at Chang Cong's eyes seriously.

"Does sister Cong really stop hurting?"

That face serious small appearance, often porridge have no doubt, if she said now still hurt, the little guy is absolutely immediately down to continue to pinch.

Although the waist is still sour, but often porridge face is warm smile.

"Naturally, it doesn't hurt. With the help of xiaoconghua, sister conghou can get better so soon."

A face of Frank looking at the arms of the little guy, mouth soft smile, from the heart.

"After that, if sister conghou hurts again, she will be called xiaoconghua, and xiaoconghua will knead it for sister conghou."

It seems to be certain that sister Cong really doesn't hurt. The little guy is obviously relieved.

A small shoulder collapsed, directly retracted into Chang Cong's arms, a soft ball, it seems that just the thing is really tired to her.