Chapter 1916

She fell into her own thoughts, but she didn't realize when the round of golf for Feng Xun and Feng Fu ended, until they put away their clubs and walked over with a smile.

"Little girl, what are you looking at?" Feng Xun waved in front of her and asked in a funny way.

On the seventh day of the summer, he turned to Feng Xun and shook his head with a smile. Then he looked at his father and asked curiously, "Feng Xun, Dad, who won this game?"

"Dad won, of course!" Feng Xun replied with a smile. On the seventh day of the summer, he looked at Feng Fu in surprise and gave him a thumbs up compliment: "Dad, you are so good at golf!"

"I used to be bored. I used to play golf alone on the island as a way to activate my muscles. I would play for a while every morning, so I'm not unfamiliar with it..."

Feng's father gave a faint smile, looked at his son, and said thoughtfully, "it's Feng Xun. It's obvious that he hasn't played for a long time, and his skills have become unfamiliar."

"I really haven't played for a long time..." Feng Xun nodded and replied with a smile. Seeing that the sun was getting stronger, he suggested: "Dad, first sit down and have a drink to have a rest, and then continue!"

"All right!" Feng's father nodded and agreed with a smile. He went to sit down under the umbrella with Feng Xun and Xia Chunqi. The iced drinks and fruits were ready.

The seventh day of the summer has been worried about his injury, and his eyes are constantly floating to his body and palm. Feng Xun simply holds her lightly with his uninjured hand and pinches her palm to show comfort.

As a result, his hand, still wrapped in gauze, took a drink directly, which also attracted Feng Fu's attention.

"Feng Xun, what's the matter with your hand?" Feng Fu frowned slightly, and his eyes fell straight on the palm of his hand, which was still bandaged. He asked in a deep voice.

Feng Xun still wants to let go, but his father holds his wrist directly.

"Dad, it's nothing. It's just a little hurt..." Feng Xun can only explain helplessly. On the seventh day of the summer, he subconsciously looks at his father. He is still thinking about how to explain Feng Xun's hurt.

She can't tell Feng's father that the wound on Feng Xun's hand was actually bitten by him last night?

"How did you hurt your palm? Why didn't you tell me when you were playing golf with me?" Feng Fu looked at it carefully and saw that there was no trace of bleeding on the gauze bandaged in his palm, so his expression was slightly improved.

"Because of this little injury, it doesn't affect me to play golf with you!" Feng Xun said with a smile.

Feng Fu had released his hand and held it. His eyes were still full of doubts: "strange, I remember yesterday you still had a good palm. Why did you suddenly get hurt today?"

"Bumps, there will always be some small injuries, Dad, do you forget that you told me that men's injuries are also an honor?" Feng Xun jokingly reminded him to take a sip of the iced juice.

"I did say that..." Feng's father remembered that he had said that. Recalling his harsh teaching to Feng Xun, he shook his head and sighed: "now think about it, I was too strict with you in order to cultivate you at that time!"

No matter what hurt Feng Xun suffered when he was young, he hardly said much consolation. The conversation between his father and son was usually very short. Every time Feng Xun performed well, he just patted him on the shoulder to praise him, and then gave him a gift as a reward!

"You train me severely, just hope that I can become a qualified successor, not like Feng Yan..." Feng Xun smiles faintly. He never resents his father and grandfather because of the harsh training he experienced when he was young.

"Yes, it's a pity I forgot that you were a child at that time!" Feng Fu nodded, a bitter smile on his lips, took a few mouthfuls of juice and said in a quiet voice: "your mother never cares about you. I only train you with lessons and skills, and seldom care about your life. We are not qualified parents!"

"Dad, there's no need to mention the past..." Feng Xun said in a low voice. He didn't say any more, but quietly drank the iced drink in front of him.

The seventh day of the summer also looks at Feng's father with some worry. This is the second time that he takes the initiative to mention Feng Xun's mother. Besides remorse, there is no other radical reaction. So, did his strange actions last night have anything to do with Feng Xun's mother?

Although Feng's father reproached himself in silence, he noticed that the eyes of the seventh day of the summer had been on him. He put down his glass and asked in a funny way, "seventh day of the summer, do you want to say something to me when you look at me like this?"

"Ah..." on the seventh day of the summer, he quickly shook his head and said, "no..."

With this, she took a sip of the juice.

Feng Fu was amused by her. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I said you silly girl, what do you want to ask? You don't have to be so insistent. If you want to ask, you can ask directly. If I want to answer, I will answer you naturally. If I don't want to answer, it's useless for you to ask!"

"..." on the seventh day of the summer, he was stunned and subconsciously looked at Feng Xun. Seeing this, Feng's father said with a smile, "what do you think Feng Xun is doing? He can't take the place of my father's answer

The seventh day of the summer touched the tip of his nose and laughed. Seeing that Feng's father had already said so, he simply said, "Dad, I'll ask you directly... Did you feel bored when you stayed on the island some time ago?"

"Boring? In fact, it's boring..." Feng Fu nodded and replied with a smile: "after all, no matter how beautiful the seaside scenery is, there will be a day when I'm tired of watching it. Fortunately, there is no one to disturb me, so I'll be quiet!"

At the beginning of summer, he nodded and asked tentatively, "is there any special person who has visited you or contacted you by telephone or Internet?"

"Can someone special have visited me..." Feng's father shook his head with a smile. Seeing the expression of Xia's seventh day, he raised his eyebrow and asked, "do you want to ask, has Feng Xun's mother ever contacted me?"

At the beginning of the summer, there was a thump in my heart. I didn't expect that I was a little careful. I was completely seen through by Feng Fu. After listening to him, I laughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I dare not mention her..."

After all, Mrs. Woodson had stimulated Feng Fu so much that even women didn't want to see or hear

"Do you still think I'll be stimulated by her?" Seeing her cautious face, Feng's father could not help but smile, shook his head and sighed: "it's undeniable that what she did in those years really stimulated me, but it's been so long. She was punished and kicked out of Feng's home..."