Nie Zheng had no power to resist being like this to her. He raised his hand and pinched her chin, rubbing it carefully.
This woman has been taking care of her skin for so many years, and her skin has become smoother and smoother.
"What are you doing?"
A sullen voice interrupted the two of them.
cough.
Nie Zheng coughed lightly, let go of Feng Xiaoxiao, and respectfully said to Ye Wanrong, "Mom."
"Mom." Feng Xiaoxiao stood with her hands tied.
Although she and Nie Zheng were an agreed couple, she was really afraid of Ye Wanrong. She knew that Ye Wanrong didn't like her.
And, I really don’t like it.
This kind of dislike far exceeds the pickiness of an ordinary mother-in-law towards her daughter-in-law. Feng Xiaoxiao always felt that Ye Wanrong seemed to hate her.
However, they have never seen this before, where does this hatred come from?
Feng Xiaoxiao didn’t want to delve into this issue.
Anyway, she and Nie Zheng will divorce in four months. There won't be many opportunities for her to come here to have dinner with Ye Wanrong.
"snort."
Ye Wanrong snorted from her nose as a response.
"Aunt."
With a soft voice, Song Feixue's figure curled up and walked out from behind Ye Wanrong. She put on light makeup today, which made her look better than usual.
But, for a moment, the air became stagnant.
What an embarrassing scene is this?
Nie Zheng, his wife, and his sweetheart... met!
Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned and immediately went to see Nie Zheng.
Nie Zheng frowned, vaguely unhappy.
Feng Xiaoxiao scratched his neck. You can't blame her for this, right? She was brought here by Nie Zheng.
"Nie Zheng."
Song Feixue's face didn't look good either, she smiled stiffly. Her eyes swept over Feng Xiaoxiao vaguely.
This girl, she remembers.
I met him at the mall a few days ago.
At that time, Song Feixue felt that her relationship with Nie Zheng was not that simple. But she didn't expect that she was Nie Zheng's wife.
"Yeah." Nie Zheng nodded slightly and said in a calm tone, "Why are you here?"
"Uh..." Song Feixue stroked her hair gently, feeling uncomfortable all over.
Ye Wanrong spoke, "I asked her to come. Why, you don't come often and leave me, an old woman, alone. I asked Fei Xue to come and talk to me. Do I need your approval? Mr. Nie?"
"Mom, what are you talking about?"
Nie Zheng smiled and said, "It's my son's fault."
Song Feixue looked at Feng Xiaoxiao, who was still holding Nie Zheng's arm. When she saw Song Feixue's eyes, she was so frightened that she quickly let go.
He even waved his hand subconsciously - Miss Song, please don't be angry!
Song Feixue smiled reservedly and didn't seem to care.
"I'm leaving now."
Feng Xiaoxiao was surprised, are you leaving now? Are you not going to stay for dinner?
For a moment, Ye Wanrong and Song Feixue both looked at Nie Zheng, waiting for his intention. But Nie Zheng remained calm and had no intention of staying.
Tsk, Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't guess what Nie Zheng was thinking.
"Then, Auntie, I'm leaving now."
Song Feixue said goodbye to Ye Wanrong, "I'll see you again later."
"Why……"
Ye Wanrong frowned, "Nie Zheng, why don't you give it away?"
"Yes." Nie Zheng nodded and faced Song Feixue. "Let's go."
"Um."
Song Feixue nodded. When she went down the stairs, she sprained her foot. "Ouch..."
"careful!"
Nie Zheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch her, and almost half of Song Feixue's body was leaning in Nie Zheng's arms.
"Thanks."
Song Feixue smiled sheepishly.
"It's okay." Nie Zheng asked in a low voice, "Can I still leave?"
"Okay." Song Feixue nodded, "It won't be a problem."
As soon as Nie Zheng raised his head, Feng Xiaoxiao quickly looked away. She didn't see it, she didn't see anything.
Nie Zheng frowned, held Song Feixue in his arms, and walked out of the entrance hall together. Feng Xiaoxiao complained in her heart, she was standing here, facing Ye Wanrong alone, what is this?
Nie Zheng won't leave with Song Feixue and never come back, right?
"Haha, Mom." Feng Xiaoxiao smiled awkwardly, tied her hands and stood neatly.
"snort."
Ye Wanrong looked her up and down, "Just in time, it's not time for dinner, please help me do something."
"Oh, okay."
Feng Xiaoxiao nodded immediately. As long as she didn't face Ye Wanrong alone, she could do whatever she asked.
Ye Wanrong rolled her eyes and said coldly: "Butler——"