Judging from her profound understanding of her son, the old man’s concerns are not groundless. If she persists to the end, if Fengxing brings the old man another night, the trouble will be great.
She is not able to take the blame for her son and bear the old man's anger.
So, Feng's mother decided to protect herself, hid behind Feng's father, pursed her lips and stopped talking.
A door lock will certainly not stop Mr. Feng from moving forward.
He thought about it and had an idea in his gray eyes, "Girl, go get a hairpin."
"What do you want to issue a card?" Feng Buyu asked in confusion.
"Go quickly!" Mr. Feng didn't patiently explain and poked the crutch.
Feng Buyu walked quickly.
Soon after, I took a few different styles of the issuing cards and handed them to Mr. Feng, "Grandpa, I'll give it to you."
Mr. Feng looked at it and didn't answer it. He whispered to Feng's father, "Give it to your father."
Feng Buyu became even more confused, but he still obediently handed it to his father.
Father Feng had a bitter face and moaned a long time, "Dad, don't!"
"Open the door." Mr. Feng's sonorous and powerful command, no matter how embarrassed his father was.
"I'd better not to do it? Let Qianqian know, it's not good." Papa Feng said depressedly.
Now it is not the past. Feng Xing married Qianxun, and he was officially promoted to someone else's father-in-law, someone else's grandfather. For whatever reason, a father-in-law who went to pry his wife's bedroom was always there and he couldn't afford to lose it.
That person.
"Baoer won't blame you if you know. If something happens, I'll take it." Mr. Feng patted his chest and took responsibility.
"Did you take responsibility? You will definitely say that it was the door lock I pried." It has been almost sixty years since being a son for Mr. Feng. Dad Feng's understanding of Mr. Feng is deeply rooted in his heart, and he has been miserable thousands of times.
The lesson made him deeply understand a truth: Don’t give too much hope to the old man in front of him, otherwise he would definitely die miserably.
Mr. Feng's crutch was raised at that time, "I'm talking so much nonsense, can you open it?" He would beat people if he didn't open it.
Poor father Feng, at the age of a successful career, is still a son who can be beaten with crutches at any time in front of his father.
He had no doubt at all when the crutch would be exposed, and he regretted joining the fun with him. If he had known this, it would be great that he would have been hiding in the room and not coming out, or he might as well go out early and not go home for a day to avoid trouble
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Now, if you don’t break the door, the old man will be the first to refuse him.
A casual touch of the most ordinary hairpin from my daughter's hand, and it was broken open and turned into a straight line. Father Feng reluctantly came to the door and touched the door lock.