Chapter 29

As soon as they got to the garden, they heard a woman crying and a young man scolding.

I saw a boy about ten years old. He was young and had a lot of meat. Every time he said a word, the fat on his body shook. It seemed that the picture was inexplicably funny.

"Pooh......" Feng Jiuxi laughed.

The abuse stopped immediately. The young man was angry and said, "who's laughing at me, young master? Don't you want to die!"

Biyun carefully reminded Feng Jiuxi behind her: "Miss, this is the fifth young master of the collateral line, Feng Wenyu."

In Feng Jiuxi's impression, he doesn't have much impression of this "brother", only knowing that he is the only boy in the younger generation of Feng family.

It is a more indulgent existence than the previous Feng Jiuxi, but he is young and has never caused anything excessive as a collateral, so he is a local overlord in the house.

Recalling the time, Feng Wenyu had come to them. Instead of walking, he looked more like a ball rolling over from a distance. "Who are you, who dare to openly laugh at me? Don't die?"

"Who are you?" asked the steamed stuffed bun.

Feng Wenyu looked at them from top to bottom, and then said proudly, "me? I'm the future power holder of the Feng family. Hum, be afraid. Don't kneel down and kowtow to me."

Another one who wants to seize power?

"Brag." the little steamed stuffed bun curled his mouth. Although Feng Wenyu's body volume in front of him was more than three times that of him, he was not afraid at all.

"You!" Feng Wenyu just wanted to get angry. His eyes suddenly saw the string of ice sugar gourd in his hand, "eh, what is this? It seems very delicious."

"Hey, as long as you give me the food in your hand, I won't care about your disrespect to me just now."

The steamed stuffed bun was ignored. "My mother made it for me. I won't give it."

Then he lowered his head and took another bite. He deliberately made a sound of smashing his mouth. Feng Wenyu's saliva almost came out. Now he couldn't care so much. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab it.

But with his round body, where did Feng Ziyan pass by? As soon as the latter dodged, he threw himself into the air and fell to the ground without standing firm. He looked like a bastard with his feet facing the sky. His appearance was very funny.

"Ha ha ha."

Feng Jiuxi's group of people were amused. Several servants of Feng Wenyu hesitated whether to come forward or not, and they kept complaining.

The fifth young master doesn't know Feng Jiuxi. How can they not know that? No one wants to offend the legitimate people.

"You, you dare to laugh at me." Feng Wenyu was angry. Seeing that no one came to help him, he simply climbed up and muttered, "what's funny? Hum, the fourth sister said that boys should be fat to look good. I'm the future owner. I can eat whatever I want!"

Feng Jiuxi picked her eyebrows and searched for the news about the fourth Miss Feng Yuwei in her mind. She didn't have too much impression. However, it's not like a simple person to say something that confuses black and white.

While the steamed stuffed bun was not paying attention, Feng Wenyu immediately leaned over and reached out to grab the ice sugar gourd in his hand. As a result, the orange aura flashed by. Feng Wenyu didn't even catch a corner of his clothes.

"You're too weak. You still want to be the master of the house with this strength. Dream!" the steamed stuffed bun said impolitely: although it's small, it's full of Qi.

Feng Wenyu said angrily, "I don't listen to your nonsense. I don't care. I want to eat what you have in hand. Give it to me quickly."