Everyone in the Lin family has not yet recovered from the torture caused by Feng Song's greeting, and they are all "recuperating" at home.

During the few days they were resting, Feng Song was playing wildly outside.

Feng Song stayed at Lin's house for three days. She ate well and slept soundly. The main reason was that everything she did was reimbursed, so the feeling of hugging her thighs was not too good.

Mrs. Lin had never seen her children so well-behaved and cute. When she asked for leave for Lin Miaomiao and Lin Yaoyan, their head teacher breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously thanked her.

This makes Mrs. Lin so sad.

Her husband is so outstanding, he almost built a business empire from scratch, but their children are all neglectful and stubborn, which is sad.

Even her husband couldn't control these lawless children, and he was almost so angry that he was hospitalized. Unexpectedly, the little Taoist priest influenced several of her children on the first day he came here.

If this continues, it is only a matter of time before her children become better and better.

On a sunny afternoon, Feng Song sat in the garden of the Lin family's mansion, which was as big as the owner of a manor. He drank expensive red wine in the cool air and sat comfortably on Lin Qi's rocking chair to enjoy life.

It had been three days since she went down the mountain, and she had also bought a lot of clothes, changing the strange combination of red and green at the beginning.

In the yard, she was wearing a black silk nightgown. The men's nightgown was tightly wrapped. The end of the nightgown covered her feet, and only her slender white neck was exposed at the neckline.

His long hair was tied back lazily, with the ends hanging down on the nightgown. The color of the hair was a little lighter than the nightgown, with some faint red.

Her flat chest did not reveal any of her feminine features at all. Her long and straight legs were hidden under her nightgown, and the perfect muscle lines she had developed through long-term martial arts practice could be vaguely seen.

Feng Song had a smile on her thin lips. She just sat there and didn't move. Her elegant and elegant temperament was naturally revealed, and the nobility of her body was naturally revealed.

Mrs. Lin didn't say that she was a Taoist priest who came down from the mountain. After seeing Feng Song, almost all the servants here changed from doubting that she was Mrs. Lin's little puppy to doubting that she was a young master from a wealthy family.

Or, he is a poor young man from a wealthy family.

Feng Song knew that the people around her were looking at her, and she didn't care at all. The more curious they were, the less she wanted them to know her identity.

The reason... is that it's fun.

The world down the mountain is much more fun than up there.

The senior brothers and masters on the mountain were almost spoiled by her. Now she knew what the master was going to say when he raised his eyebrows, and it was meaningless. Moreover, since the senior brothers fled down the mountain, each of them has become more boring than the other.

None of them are as interesting as the Lin family guys.

How come she doesn't know what evil intentions these brats from the Lin family have?

But it doesn't matter, no matter how bad they are, they can't be as good as dad, after all, ginger is still old and spicy.

Thinking about the three days she was resting, those guys were so conditioned that they couldn't even move while lying on the bed. Even small movements were reduced a lot. This was not good.

Sons and daughters must be energetic.

Her father should take time to visit them and express his concern.

Anyway, I just had a full meal and wanted to eat some food.

Feng Song thought about it, and just as he was about to sit up, the sound of Mrs. Lin's gentle footsteps came over.

What is the highest state of laziness?

She is lazy and wants to be thanked at the same time.

Mrs. Lin personally brought a basin of freshly washed grapes from the servant and walked slowly to Feng Song, fearing to disturb Feng Song.

Feng Song raised his eyes to look at her. His clear eyes, like those of a young man, contained a lazy feeling of satisfied desire, and a little bit of evil. Mrs. Lin discovered that even after a long time, she still could not look directly into the eyes of the little Taoist priest.

Guilty sin.

Mrs. Lin placed the plump grapes dripping with water on the table in front of Feng Song.

"Try it. The one just delivered is ordinary. It has no seeds and is very sweet."

When Feng Song saw that there was something delicious, she raised her lips and smiled a bit naughty.

"I won't eat the good stuff. I'll get it for the children."

Mrs. Lin was shocked again by Feng Song's words.

The Taoist priest is not very old, but he has such a fatherly demeanor!

This sentence feels a bit strange...

Mrs. Lin was still stunned, but Feng Song had already walked away with the grapes. As he walked, Feng Song ate up the largest and sweetest-looking grapes on the plate.

"Well, it tastes really good. It's not easy to be a father these days. No matter how sweet it is, it can't sweeten your children, and no matter how bitter it is, it can't hurt yourself."

Feng Song sighed and walked away slowly, leaving Mrs. Lin with a "responsible" figure from behind.

Mrs. Lin sighed softly and said to herself movedly.

"The little Taoist priest is such a good person..."

Two servants not far away were observing everything here secretly.

A male servant in his early twenties quickly took out his mobile phone and carefully recorded it in the memo——

"Rule 213 of the rules for hooking up with rich women. Rich women like people who play hard to get. When a rich woman shows her attentiveness, don't pay attention to her. Just smile evilly and run away with what the rich woman brings."

Another male servant in his fifties next to him couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"It's nonsense what you wrote! You haven't understood yet. If you want to seduce a rich woman, there is only one way!"

The young male servant poked his head over and asked, "What is it?"

The male servant in his fifties patted his head.

"That's because she's good-looking! You're stupid! I didn't see how pretty Madam's pretty face is. Her looks are more than enough to become a star, so Madam is tempted."

"You have a face that looks like a shoehorn. If you put it on the street, you would be embarrassed. Who do you think wants you?! Not to mention rich women, if a woman wants you, you have to go to the temple to burn incense!"

The male servant in his early twenties fell silent when he heard this.

Seeing his appearance, the older male servant comforted him in a low voice.

"It's okay, give up this idea, you are so young, why don't you work hard?! There is still a way out if you work hard, don't think about it every day..."

"Sure enough, the goal of my job as a bricklayer should be to have plastic surgery! I just want to look like that kid just now, and I am afraid that no rich woman will love me?! Uncle, thank you! I finally understand what to do!"

The eyes of the male servant in his early twenties were shining. After he finished speaking, he excitedly held the male servant's hand.

"Fortunately, I know that I still have some money at home, so I will use it to have plastic surgery. When I become rich, I will support you!"

The older male servant almost fainted from anger, "Your parents can't be mad at you?! By the way, I'm your dad! You brat, you want to use my coffin book to have plastic surgery!? Why?

I stop!"

The voices of the two servants alarmed Mrs. Lin.

Mrs. Lin turned her head and took a look before seriously reflecting.
Chapter completed!