Feng Yichen's arc recently deepened a few inches, and he looked back at the dark car window. He guessed that the little girl was looking at him through the car window at the moment.

As I thought about it, my eyebrows softened a bit.

On the side, standing next to Mr. Cheng, Cheng Anning, who had been supporting him, looked at Feng Yichen for a moment.

The hand holding Mr. Cheng's arm unconsciously grasped the sleeve of the old man's Tang suit.

"Little girl, we're still waiting. Let's go first." Feng Yichen withdrew his gaze and said.

Mr. Cheng chuckled and nodded: "Go ahead."

After Feng Yichen left, Mr. Cheng sighed, turned around and walked towards his car.

Cheng Anning supported the old man and couldn't help but glance in Feng Yichen's direction. Then he chuckled and asked, "Is this the Third Master Feng who is widely rumored in the capital?"

When Mr. Cheng mentioned Feng Yichen, his smile became a little brighter: "Yes, this boy is not old, but his skills are not simple. In just a few years, he has been called such a person in the capital."

The old man said, shaking his head and laughing.

A flash of light flashed across Cheng Anning's eyes, the corners of her mouth pursed and raised, and she lowered her head and said nothing.

Outside the car, Cheng Jinxiu held a cigarette between his fingertips, smoking one after another while staring at Feng Yichen's car.

Until the car left and disappeared around the corner.

Then he threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stubbed it out with his toes.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Jinyuan asked.

Cheng Jinxiu withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect Mr. Feng to have a girlfriend. It's quite unbelievable."

Cheng Jinyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the direction the car was leaving, and smiled: "No matter what, he is still a man."

Cheng Jinxiu didn't say anything, turned around and got into the car.

…

On the other side, Jian Chu was chatting with Xiao Yi on his mobile phone.

Xiaoyi has been reading recently and has learned a lot of words.

At first, she thought Xiaoyi had saved so many books and didn't recognize them.

Later, I discovered that my son is simply a little genius. He knows a large part of the words in those books.

It seems that when I held the book in hand, I did a lot of self-study.

However, I am not very good at pinyin, so I type it by hand.

Since he learned this skill, he prefers to send WeChat messages with Jian Chu, not by voice, but by text.

Jian Chu held the phone and smiled softly.

Feng Yichen, who was driving beside him, felt deeply that he had been left out.

The car stopped at a red light and couldn't help but glance at Jian Chu's cell phone.

However, Jian Chu leaned on the other side and couldn't see clearly.

"Third Master, let's go pick up Xiaoyi. I miss him." Jian Chu said while playing with his mobile phone.

I didn't notice at all that my tone was extremely natural and casual, with a hint of embarrassment and grievance.

Feng Yichen's mouth was a little dry due to the small voice, and he looked at that smooth and beautiful face.

"Go back to grandma's place to stay tonight?"

Jian Chu subconsciously wanted to deny it, but before the words came out, she was stunned.

I glanced at Feng Yichen and saw that the man was driving with a normal expression.

Her face looked a little strange, and the tips of her ears were unnaturally red.

Go back to live with grandma...

Why do these words sound like words between a young couple?

Is this too natural?

"No, no, it's not good for Xiaoyi to always bother Grandma Feng." She said vaguely.

"It's not troublesome. Grandma would like Xiaoyi to move there directly."
Chapter completed!