Xiu'er was interested in Zhan Fengling. She nodded, put her arms around Zhan Fengling's shoulders, and pulled him towards her. She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Yes, you look very much like my little junior sister Feng Ling!"
After the Zhan Fengling incident, although Su Yunyan still took his children to train, he never accepted another apprentice except Xiao Zichen.
Xiu'er and the others all knew that this was Su Yunyan's memorial to the wind chime.
Facing the current Feng Ling's face, Xiu'er's mouth moved. It was so similar, not just the face, but even the eyes.
No wonder their sister Feifei said she found a treasure, which may have been lost for a long time.
Could it be their wind chime?
Resurrection from the dead is too fantasy. Life is not a novel, let alone a casual TV series. She also knows that she should not have such unrealistic thoughts.
But after losing it for so long, they always keep thinking about how much they miss the wind chime.
Zhan Fengling didn't like seeing that kind of expression on these people's faces.
The kind of expression that makes her wish she was wearing a wind chime.
Occasionally Xiao Zichen would, and she could pretend not to mind, but so many people, especially strangers, were looking for the shadow of another person in her.
Sorry, she is unable to accept it.
"I am Zhan Fengling, not your wind chime!" Zhan Fengling showed his coldness, left Xiu'er's arms, and turned around to find Zhan Yue.
Xiu'er was stunned again and again, and finally looked at the hat Zhui Feng gave her. The corners of her mouth turned up, she patted Zhui Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Did you see that? This girl has quite a temper."
"Well, it's obvious that he has a bad temper." Zhui Feng said.
Some are like wind chimes that have transformed back. They are so fiery, like a bomb that no one dares to mess with her.
"Get on the plane first. If you have anything to say, go up and talk!" Xiao Zichen saw Zhan Fengling losing his temper and did not immediately try to coax him. Instead, he looked at Xiu'er and Zhui Feng and pointed at the plane over there.
Xiu'er nodded, smiled, and reminded: "Your wife is angry with me, why don't you comfort her?"
"You made me angry, why did I coax you?" Xiao Zichen asked.
He is not a fool. He will understand when his mother is angry. Of course, he should hide as long as he can.
Xiu'er's head was covered with black lines and she snorted coldly, "Xiao Mumu, you are going too far! Wait until I tell the master to bring a group of people to repair you. Let me see if you still dare to pull like this!"
"Okay." Xiao Zichen curled his lips, half-smiling, "I hope it's not me who tortures you!"
Domineering and revealing, this belongs to the strong.
Xiu'er's mouth twitched slightly, but she had to admit that they were indeed no match for Xiao Zichen. This girl was a pervert, a pervert who was cultivated by Su Yunyan.
Genes are a good thing.
Xiu'er sighed with emotion while looking at Zhui Feng, "Why isn't our kid as crazy as Xiao Zichen?"
"You're not the type to be crazy." Zhui Feng said with a smile.
That means their Xiu'er is a money jar. A money jar can only teach a small money jar. Want to upgrade to a wolf?
It's a bit difficult. Besides, there is only one boy and one girl in their family, and the baby girl has been raised by him as his sweetheart. How can he go and kill her?
"Zhui Feng, if you talk to me like that again, don't even think about getting into my bed tonight!" Xiu'er kicked Zhui Feng.
"Honey, I was wrong!" Zhui Feng quickly coaxed his wife.
In the cabin, Zhan Fengling was sitting on the sofa. Zhan Yue held her hand and said, "Do you care?"