They were talking when they heard a roar downstairs, "no way!"

It belongs to Deng taichen.

Anmu didn't want to, so he rushed out and ran to the living room with Feng Xiao and stood on the side of Deng Jiechen.

Feng Xiao said, "Mom, what's the matter? Who bullied you? "

Finish this sentence, look in the eye one Ling, looked to Feng Hou.

Feng Hou stood opposite the three men.

Deng Fuchen was holding a little son of the aristocracy, and fengxiao protected him in front of him with his broad chest. His little daughter-in-law was also staring at herself with a look of vigilance.

Feng Hou suddenly felt that in this home, he was so redundant.

This kind of emotion, let him feel in vain, the heart is a thin cool.

What is the purpose of his hard life?

Today, his wife glares at him, and his son sees himself as an enemy. Even if he comes to see his grandson every day, he doesn't know himself at the moment

Feng Hou clenched his fist and looked decadent.

He said, "well, if you say no, you can't

With that, he went to the door, "I, I'll go back first, and I'll come back tomorrow."

There was even a tremolo in his voice.

Deng Fuchen looked at the back of the marquis. The tyrannical and unreasonable appearance in the past has changed.

I don't know when, his body has been bent.

Deng Fuchen realized that they were all old now, and he was sixty.

In Fengjia, the struggle for decades, time, so slowly rowed over.

Deng Fuchen felt a burst of pain in his heart, and then suddenly opened his mouth, "Fenghou..."

Feng Houdun stopped and looked back at Deng taichen.

Deng Fuchen sighed, "I'll go back with you to see the old lady."

Finish this sentence, look at the little son of the world, "children don't go, anyway, she doesn't like it."

Hearing this sentence, Anmu suddenly understood what had happened.

When the old lady was ill, Feng Hou ran over. Did you want to have a visit with your little son of honor?

Anmu pick eyebrows, look at Deng Jichen and Fenghou.

Feng Hou's face flashed with joy, but he still hesitated, "you, if you don't want to go..."

The more he said so, the more he could not bear it.

Many years ago, he couldn't stay in that house any longer. He ran out. After he chased him out, he never said a word. He took her and went home.

Now, however, he had begun to ask for her opinion.

Even after she said no, she agreed.

Fenghou, in fact, also unconsciously, changed?

Deng Fuchen took a deep breath, turned upstairs, "you wait, I'll change clothes."

When I saw Deng's appearance, I thought that every time she went back to her old house, she always went to a foreign country after a period of time.

Anmu suddenly opened his mouth, "I'll take the child back."

A word fell, and the room was silent for a moment.

Feng Hou's eyes, inadvertently lit up, "daughter-in-law, do you want to?"

Anmu looks at his appearance, can't help but smile bitterly, this person, still really have no brain!

How could she go back willingly?

However, this is not the first time that the Marquis has been granted. What's more, the old lady's illness must have been pretended.

The purpose of the old lady is to let the child go back.

Can she hide from the first day of junior high school or fifteen?

Moreover, so let Deng taichen go back alone, she is not at ease.

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