Chapter 408 This candidate can be figured out by you (2)
The popular wind in the mall seemed to be facing an unprecedented problem that caused him a headache.
"Grandma, I think about it!" After all helpless, he made the soldiers slow.
"Huh ..." Fujiwara is unhappy, "Just want to lie to me, alas, you must listen to me. Some things I don't want you to know, but now ..."
After speaking, she found out her mobile phone and called Ai Ai: "Love, take it in!"
"Grandma, do you make people follow the orange again?" Feng Yan understood what he heard, and the tone raised instantly.
"You value her so much, I have to mention the carefulness of 120,000 points. If you don't say something about feelings, you can talk about the fantasy alliance. Although these years have transitioned steadily.
What traps are you deliberately settled next, what do you let me do? "
After a while, I came in.
"Mrs.," Ai Ai first bent his waist to the vurythea, and then turned to a respectful salute, "adult!"
She carefully handed a paper bag to Fengyu.
Feng Yan's face was calm and threw the paper bag on the coffee table: "You go out!"
His tone made people see clearly displeased. In general, he was angry and unsatisfactory. Such a straightforward anger was very rare.
Ai love salute and bowed out.
Fujiwara watched the paper bag on the coffee table and asked, "Don't you look at it?"
"Grandma, I said it, don't follow her, I don't like it!" Feng Yan answered coldly with a cold face.
"Oh ..." Fujiwara laughed at himself, with deep grievances under his eyes. "Well, I didn't expect that one day you will lose your temper with me for a woman? Your father and uncle never have this tone.
Have you ever talked to me, have you more affection for this woman, have you surpassed your grandma? Are you ... fell in love with her? "
Feng Yan was silent, and there was extremely complicated emotions in his heart. Has he fell in love with Xia Yu Orange?
What is love?
He frowned slightly, and Xia Yu orange smiled like flowers in his mind. Her facial features were exquisite and white. Her lips were light pink.
The eight -stroke, the breeze brushed, the clouds of the clouds are full of the ground, and the sky is flying, and each piece falls on his heart.
Xia Yu Orange, am I falling in love with you?
Feng Yan asked himself lowly, and could not find the answer in the confusion.
Seeing this, Fujiwara had guessed the answer in Fengya's heart, the sudden eyes were red, and he burst into tears.
"Well, how can you hurt my heart like this? How can you be like your uncle? How can you use it so deeply about a woman in your identity? Your uncle can do not want his own life for that woman.
Xia Yu Orange, do you want to make the wind family after hundreds of years? "
She sobbed in a low voice, got up and walked to the photos of Feng He, her son's young and handsome face never disappeared from her memory.
"He ..." She whispered, reached out and took the photo, and touched the smile on the photo with her fingertips.
This son used to be her hope, and the sad tears fell into the photo, smashing into a small water flower.
"Grandma ..." Feng Yan walked over, supported Fujiwara's shoulder from behind him, looked at the photos of his uncle, listening to the low cry of the old man, his throat was panicked, and his chest was sullen.