Cong pushed away Fu Zhao's extended hand and said with a smile: "I'm fine now. There's no problem at all in taking the medicine by myself."
Mrs. Cong hesitated for a moment, then she glanced at the servants waiting in the room and asked them all to go out.
Fu Zhao saw that Mr. Cong must have something important to talk to him, so he cheered up.
After everyone went out, Mr. Cong hesitated for a moment, and then asked solemnly: "Zhao Zhao, tell me the truth, did you go to see Zi Cen today?"
Fu Zhao knew he shouldn't lie to Mrs. Cong, but telling these things would only frighten Mrs. Cong.
She lowered her eyes and said aggrievedly: "Sister-in-law, it's fine if others don't trust me. Don't you still know what kind of person I am?"
Mr. Cong sighed and said helplessly: "Don't blame me, I'm just too scared. You don't know today, Qing Xin, she... That's all, let's not talk about that."
Mr. Cong had already made up his mind and had to quickly find an excuse to let Gao Zicen go home.
She would be really worried if Gao Zicen lived here all the time.
Even if the relationship between Fu Zhao and Gao Zicen is innocent, if their former friendship is distorted and publicized, it will be a disaster.
The more Cong thought about it, the more panicked she became.
Fu Zhao leaned over and said, "Sister-in-law, you don't look good. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Mr. Cong smiled covertly, "I'm fine. Maybe the medicine is too bitter."
"I didn't expect that my sister-in-law is also afraid of taking medicine. By the way, I have something to tell you. I have made an agreement with my father and aunt about Qingxin's marriage, and Qingxin's marriage will be taken care of by me."
Mr. Cong was surprised and said without thinking: "How can this work?"
Mrs. Cong thought of what Fu Qingxin did and said today, which reduced Fu Zhao to a wanton woman. She felt a pain in her chest just thinking about it now.
If Fu Zhao knew what Fu Qingxin said to Gao Zicen today, he would definitely be chilled.
Cong struggled for a while and decided not to tell Fu Zhao.
She didn't want to see Fu Zhao sad.
"My father and aunt have both agreed, sister-in-law, don't worry," Fu Zhao took Cong's arm and said coquettishly, "My sister-in-law must be worried about Qingxin's marriage. I can definitely handle it."
There is another reason why Fu Zhao wants to take over Fu Qingxin's marriage.
In the last life, it was Cong who helped Fu Qingxin look at others.
Because none of the families chosen by Cong was satisfactory to Fu Qingxin, Fu Qingxin had a grudge against Cong, thinking that Cong was deliberately perfunctory and did not care about her.
So when Fu Qingxin gained power, he did many things that were detrimental to the Cong family.
Fu Qingxin is a venomous snake that cannot keep warm, ready to bite back at any time!
It was only after Fu Zhao's hard work that Cong agreed.
But Mrs. Cong still warned uneasily: "If you really can't make up your mind, just come and tell me, don't hide it alone."
Fu Zhao seriously agreed.
Fu Zhao sat with Cong for a while, and when he saw that Cong was not in good spirits, he left voluntarily.
When she got to the road and the cold wind blew, she remembered that there was a prince in her yard.
She slapped her forehead and said, "It's over, I forgot about him."
After saying that, Fu Zhao walked back quickly.
Liangsui was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face. Apparently he had not yet remembered who Chen Feng was.
When the two rushed back, they saw Chen Feng sitting on the swing set up in the yard.
Fu Zhao hurried over and said in a flattering manner: "Why are you sitting here? Isn't it cold?"
Chen Feng raised his head and said coolly: "It's not cold, just to wait for you."
Fu Zhao pursed his lips, feeling a little guilty in his heart.
She twirled her fingers and said guiltily: "It's all my fault. I forgot the time when talking to my sister-in-law. Have you been awake for a long time?"
Chen Feng did not answer, but stretched out his hand towards Fu Zhao and spread his palm.
His palms are wide, and there are several calluses in the palms, which are worn out by years of handling weapons.
Fu Zhao was puzzled and his apricot eyes widened slightly.
"Come." Chen Feng's voice was low and beguiling.
Although Fu Zhao didn't know Chen Feng's intention, he still obediently placed his little hand on Chen Feng's palm.
Chen Feng held the soft little hand and pulled Fu Zhao into his arms with a little force.
Fu Zhao was weak and defenseless, so he stumbled and fell into Chen Feng's arms.
She said she was sorry and was so panicked that she wanted to get up from Chen Feng's arms.
Chen Feng put his arm on Fu Zhao's waist, confining her in his arms.
Fu Zhao kept struggling, and Chen Feng's eyes darkened, showing a slight desire to conquer.
When Fu Zhao was struggling, he accidentally bumped into something. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. His pink face burned like the red clouds in the sky.
She was so embarrassed that she could hardly lift her head, and said softly: "Please let me go."
Chen Feng's voice was low and hoarse: "Be obedient, I won't do anything."
Fu Zhao responded delicately and gave up struggling.
Chen Feng pulled Fu Zhao into his arms and let Fu Zhao sit on his lap.
As soon as he exerted force with his feet, the swing began to swing.
Because Fu Zhao was still in his arms, he did not dare to let the swing swing too high.
Fu Zhao leaned on Chen Feng's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
When he raised his head, he saw his strong jaw line.
Fu Zhao felt itchy in his heart, just like a cat scratching himself.
She adjusted her posture slightly so that she was fully embedded in Chen Feng's arms.
Holding the charming girl in his arms, Chen Feng thought again of the painting hanging in Fu Zhao's room.
Fu Zhao in the painting is carefree and carefree. It would have been nice if he had met Fu Zhao at that time.
That way, Fu Zhao wouldn't have to go through those things and could smile from the bottom of his heart forever.
Regret arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tighter.
It was still winter after all, and the wind was blowing so hard that my face hurt.
Chen Feng only held Fu Zhao and sat on the swing for a short while, then went into the house with her.
After warming up, the two of them were going to bid farewell to Mr. Fu.
It was a rare trip back. Fu Zhao struggled for a long time and couldn't help but said to Chen Feng: "I still want to go somewhere."
Chen Feng held Fu Zhao's hand and said, "I'll go with you."
Fu Zhao took Chen Feng into the Fu family's small garden.
In the deepest part of the garden, there is a small pine tree.
Fu Zhao squatted down in front of the pine tree and looked at the tree level.
Her back showed an indescribable loneliness and loneliness.
After watching for a moment, Fu Zhao stood up, dusted off the dirt on his skirt, and smiled, "Okay, thank you for coming with me."
The two were about to leave, and after walking a few steps, Chen Feng couldn't help but look back at the small pine tree.
Chen Feng's heart moved and he whispered: "You can feel more comfortable in front of me."
Fu Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Chen Feng with bright eyes, but said nothing.
