Chapter 879

As soon as the words fell, the door was opened from the outside. The mother who fought back came in slowly, with the usual smile on her face.

But Jin Shou felt that there was a cunning meaning in his smile.

He immediately lowered his head in shame.

Recognizing someone else's mother as his wife... This is probably the most embarrassing moment of his life.

"Mom," said Fanji with a faint smile, "why didn't you tell him your identity and make him think you were my wife..."

"I think the young man is so worried about you that he feels uncomfortable after telling him my identity," Fanji's mother smiled. "I didn't expect that he misunderstood quite thoroughly."

"Auntie, you are so young," Jin Shou said with a red face. "I didn't expect you to be Fanji's mother."

Fanji's mother also had a smile on her face. "When I was young, I ate a beauty protecting grass by mistake. It was poisonous. Fortunately, I was very lucky. I didn't poison it, but I was lucky to delay aging."

Jin Shou suddenly realized, and the embarrassment on his face dissipated slightly.

"Mom's Stewed soup is still as good as ever," Fanji smiled. "Jinshou also came out of Yang mustard star."

Fanji's mother smiled and nodded. The expression on her face didn't look very surprised.

Jin Shou wanted to leave some room for mother and son to talk, so he found an excuse to go out to relax.

As soon as the door closed, the smile on Fanji's mother's face changed.

"Come on, when did you find him," she looked at her son with a narrow expression. "You've spent all your time on him these years except fighting on the battlefield?"

Fanji was stunned and nodded helplessly for a long time, "how do you know?"

"It's a big doubt that you can sacrifice your life to save people," said Fanji's mother, raising her hair and smiling more. "And I've heard from your confidants that what you asked before you were unconscious was not about the military headquarters, but to pay attention to the safety of Jinshou. In addition, your account name starts with JS..."

Fanji waved her hand and motioned that she should stop talking.

My mother is as smart as before.

"When you told me that you might not like women before, I felt wrong," Fanji's mother raised her eyebrows. "Now it seems that you have been staring at him for a long time. Your sexual orientation is not important at all. You just like him, and he happens to be a man."

Fanji drank soup and refused to answer his mother's sharp questions.

"I'm angry at the way you look like a stuffy oil bottle," Fanji's mother sighed. "You've had your own ideas since childhood. I won't say anything else. I just want to get my grandson as soon as possible before I'm old. You can do it yourself."

The soup has the final say. "What are you talking about?"

"Then I'll discuss with him personally to see if he wants to," Fanji's mother stared. "What's the matter with having children? It's not uncommon for men to have children now. Your grandmother and grandpa are not very good? Painless and safe. Your mother is not very healthy..."

"All right, all right, I know," said Fanji, with a rare blush on her face. "Don't make trouble with me. I know it."