Just when Ye Xiao was curiously studying a flower, he suddenly heard the servant whisper, "Master."

Ye Xiao heard it at this moment, and turned around quickly.

The moment Old Master Feng and Ye Xiao looked at each other, they both froze.

Isn't he dreaming?

No, this must not be a dream.

After his butt was scalded, Mr. Feng often dreamed that Ye Xiao was chasing him with a red-hot soldering iron.

In her dream, she would not be as kind as she is now.

"You..." He paused for a while, his majestic attitude dissipated unexpectedly, leaving only the dazed and stupefied at a loss.

Ye Xiao felt self-blame for his previous recklessness. He let an old man lie on the bed for so long during the Chinese New Year. Now that he met, Ye Xiao quickly said the long-lost apology: "I'm sorry, old man, last time... "

It's good that she didn't mention it. When she mentioned it, Mr. Feng felt his butt was hot.

Then, Mr. Feng looked at Ye Xiao carefully from top to bottom, and his eyes suddenly stopped.

The old man gasped, his eyes almost popping out.

"This... is this what Feng Jue did?"

The old man's attitude surprised Ye Xiao, as if Feng Jue had done something bad.

"Uh... Counting... Counting it, I should have done it together with him."

Old Man Feng: "..."

...

When Feng Fu Feng Mu learned that the old man and Ye Xiao collided in the backyard, he was so frightened that he hurried to kill him.

Feng Jue followed closely. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw the servant walking out. Feng Fu quickly grabbed the other person and said, "Is the old man inside?"

The servant nodded: "Yes. But the old man said, tell us not to disturb."

Feng Jue was anxious: "Dad, think of a solution quickly, Xiaoxiao is pregnant, she will definitely suffer."

Feng father scolded him in a low voice: "You are afraid that she will suffer, and I am also afraid that my father will suffer."

Feng Mu suddenly felt that these two men were really ink marks. Since they were both afraid that both parties would suffer, why not go and see for themselves?

"Hey, where are you going?" Father Feng kept his eyes on him.

Feng Mu said indifferently, "I'll go take a look."

Feng Fu said: "But didn't the old man say that people should not be disturbed?"

Feng Mu gave him a good look: "Then you can stay here."

Seeing this, Feng Jue also left a sentence to his father: "Dad, my mother is right, just stay here."

"Hey you guys..." Seeing that the two of them had really left, Feng Fu hurriedly followed after some troubles.

Deep in the courtyard, surrounded by rockeries, in the small pavilion in the middle, Ye Xiao sat face to face with Mr. Feng.

"Can you play chess?" Old Man Feng asked.

Ye Xiao shook his head: "No."

Father Feng thought for a while: "Can you make tea?"

Ye Xiao: "No."

Old Man Feng tapped on the stone table in front of him: "You don't know how to calligraphy, chess, and painting?"

Ye Xiao: "I don't know how to draw and calligraphy, but I'm good at swords, spears, swords and halberds."

Old Man Feng: "...Your residence used to sell weapons?"

Ye Xiao waved his hand quickly: "I used to go to Lanxiang Martial Arts Academy, and this is what I teach."

Old Master Feng felt puzzled: "How could you, a girl, think of going to a martial arts school?"

Ye Xiao pursed his lips, and was very embarrassed: "This is a long story, I originally wanted to go to Lanxiang Technical School and plan to drive an excavator after graduation. That job makes a lot of money, I don't know, I think The website was wrong, and Lanxiang Technical School was mistaken for Lanxiang Martial Arts School, but the money was paid at that time, so I can’t just go to waste, I can only bite the bullet.”