Fengjia villa.


    Feng Xiao plays the recording that Mao Qian secretly transmits to Feng Hou.


    In the recording, Mao Qian''s voice was very uneasy: "grand mother, I, I am not pregnant. If they want a child then, where can I get one?"


    The old lady''s tone was very disdainful, "can you hit him once, but not the second time? As long as the news of your pregnancy comes out, they won''t ignore you! "


    "But is that really good?"


    "Do you want revenge? They are usually good to you, are false, once something goes wrong, they will abandon you first! Mao Qian, think about the party that night and the faces of their family! "


    Now the old lady is completely relieved of Mao Qian, because no woman will sacrifice her honor for a man and be humiliated in public.


    The old lady''s recording, which was hard to get before, is now taken out.


    Feng Hou listened to the words inside, and his face became more and more ugly. He held his fist tightly and looked at the recorder in front of him. Suddenly, he hit the recorder with a fist!


    Crack!


    The recording pen broke, and those recordings disappeared.


    The palm of the Marquis was cut by the debris of the recording pen and the blood flowed out.


    Feng Xiao looked at him, his eyes slightly heavy.


    Deng Fuchen was more expressionless. She got up, took out the medical box from the side, and then held the fist of Fenghou to deal with the wound for him.


    Anmu was holding xiaoshizi. He was playing next to him, but suddenly he heard the sound. The little son turned his head and saw the appearance of the marquis. He blinked his big eyes, but he was not afraid.


    Anmu has long discovered that the little son of a prince may have inherited the character of fengxiao, and he is so bold that even Fei Tingyin and LeLe from upstairs dare not go downstairs to get close to him. Only xiaoshizi puts down his toys, stands up, and comes up, embraces the Fenghou''s legs, raises his head and says to him, "grandfather, grandfather..."


    Feng Hou''s damaged heart recovered in the sound of his grandfather.


    He drooped his head, and his scarlet eyes gave a slight shock to his younger son''s big black grape eyes.


    Yes, he is not the lonely man when he was a child. Now he has a wife, a son, a daughter-in-law and a grandson.


    Therefore, if the old lady is not good to him, why should he torture himself so much?


    Feng Hou figured it out. He lowered his head and picked up the little prince and put it on his leg.


    The little prince looked at the hand that was wrapped up by Deng Jiechen, and curiously stretched out xiaopang''s hand and poked it. Then he looked at the Fenghou. After a half ring, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "broken!"


    The Marquis nodded.


    The little son of the world tilted his head to think about it and said, "grandfather doesn''t cry."


    Feng Hou''s eyes turned red, and then he covered his stomach.


    Fenghou''s stomach disease, need to pay attention to mood.


    If it was not for the old lady, who was really hateful and had ulterior motives, fengxiao and Deng taichen would have preferred to keep Fenghou from being so sad for a lifetime.


    Seeing Fenghou''s action, Anmu quickly went to get the medicine. Deng Fuchen poured water. Fenghou saw the two hands that stretched out. He immediately gave a bitter smile, and then reached out to take the white pill.


    After finishing eating, Feng Hou tried to calm down his mood, then opened his mouth, "then look, what does she want?"


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