A family of three were eating delicious supper in Yuan Diandian's room. Yuan Diandian ate the fastest because she was really hungry. Feng Qingyu's words seemed to make her suddenly understand that she had really thought wrong.

.Dad has protected himself like this

For many years, my mother has been waiting alone in heaven for too long. Her father left her and just went to accompany her mother. They will watch her in the sky, and the only thing she can do is live happily every day, because it is her father and mother.

Everyone wants to see it.

"Yuan Diandian, do you care about hygiene?"

Feng Qingyu took his bowl away slightly and watched with disgust as Yuan Diandian destroyed the midnight snack in his bowl and ran over to grab his own.

"Feng Qingyu, I gave you a hard time, how dare you despise your mother and me."

Yuan Diandian's voice is still a little weak, but his whole person has regained his vitality.

Feng Qingyu glanced at Yuan Diandian, the disgust in his eyes not restrained at all.

He stood up and held his bowl high, and then said respectfully: "Fortunately, I didn't inherit your IQ. I'm really lucky."

"Feng Qingyu, you dare to imply that my IQ is not high."

"Is it good that the IQ is negative?"

Feng Qingyu retreated while eating. Yuan Diandian held a bowl in his hand and looked like he was about to get out of bed to clean up Feng Qingyu. Feng Tuoxi held Yuan Diandian down and said, "Dian Dian, you must listen to the truth.

.”

"Feng Tuoxi."

Yuan Diandian looked at Feng Tuoxi angrily, while Feng Qingyu looked at Yuan Diandian who had regained his vitality, and while finishing the midnight snack in the bowl, he said: "Dad, you can deal with the wife you married yourself, but Qian Qingyu

Don’t assimilate to your wife’s IQ. It is very feasible for you to assimilate a little to improve her IQ.”

"Feng Qingyu, I want to teach you a lesson."

Yuan Diandian screamed angrily. The good son just now disappeared all of a sudden. How could he have turned into such a needy person in such a short period of time?

"Hmm..."

With a mouthful stuffed in his mouth, Yuan Diandian chewed it immediately...

After swallowing, he stared at the remaining half of Feng Tuoxi's bowl...

"I want to..."

Feng Tuoxi fed him another mouthful, and Yuan Diandian ate happily. He had already forgotten Feng Qingyu's provocation until Feng Tuoxi's bowl was bottomed out. Yuan Diandian handed the bowl to Feng Tuoxi, and then blinked.

Eyes looked at Feng Tuoxi coquettishly and said: "Honey, I'm still hungry..."

"I'll ask Mom to make another one for you."

"Husband, take me downstairs. I'll make it myself. The two of us will eat without Feng Qingyu, that brat who doesn't know how to respect my mother."

"good."

Feng Tuoxi easily hugged Yuan Diandian, and the feeling that his arms were much lighter made Feng Tuoxi feel distressed.

Yuan Diandian leaned in Feng Tuoxi's arms, resting her head on the crook of his neck, and whispered softly: "Not only do I have good parents, I also have a good husband and a good son."

Feng Tuoxi paused slightly, lowered his head and kissed Yuan Diandian's lips gently, and continued walking downstairs...

In the kitchen, Feng Tuoxi helped Yuan Diandian put on her apron, looking busy. Feng Tuoxi stood aside and helped from time to time, her eyes following Yuan Diandian, reluctant to move away...

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Feng Qingyu returned to the room and looked at the woman waiting at the door.

"Master Feng, what are the arrangements for flying to S City?"

"Cancel."

With two words, Feng Qingyu opened the door and walked in.

Bai Xue stood in front of Feng Qingyu's door, looked at the closed door, stood quietly for a few seconds, turned and walked downstairs. She had been following Feng Qingyu for two years, and she still remembered that after she killed someone for the first time,

With his hands full of blood, a man was so frightened that he was crying silently. His companions around him were comforting him, with the exception of one person, and that person was Feng Qingyu.

That was the first time that she felt the bone-chilling breath on his body. He said coldly: "The path you have chosen will be ruined if you are afraid. Leave here by yourself. If you want to leave, don't cry."

Tears are a sign of the weak, this is for the strong."

She would always remember his cold eyes and aura of king after his words were refuted.

That sentence was deeply engraved in her heart.

"I know that the weak are not qualified to question the strong."

At that time, he was less than ten years old. At that moment, she seemed to see strength, a power that supported her to live. She stopped crying and just watched Feng Qingyu lying sideways. At that time, she was not yet

You know, this man's identity has been impressed by his aura...

In a flash, she is already twenty-one years old. She has become famous since she was eighteen years old. She is called the Fire Fox by outsiders. She is dressed in red and has long burgundy hair. She always exudes feminine charm. She looks like a fire.

The same enthusiasm, as charming as a fox, but the heart is as cold as ice and as ruthless as a sharp blade...

Feng Qingyu returned to the room, and when the door closed, his eyes were fixed on those exquisitely wrapped gift boxes. Damn the fragrance room.

After being paused like this for a century, Feng Qingyu moved a little. He slowly squatted down and unpacked every bit of the package. He moved very slowly, putting everything back to its original position as carefully as when packaging.

After everything was arranged, Feng Qingyu stood there like this for two hours...

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Yuan Jueye's funeral was held with great fanfare. Feng Qingyu, Lengfeng Lengqing and Bai Xue went to the funeral site early in the morning. In the huge funeral venue, Yuan Jueye's head was hanging on the top. His unsmiling look, even if it was just

A photo can still be intimidating.

Feng Tuoxi woke up early in the morning, looked at Yuan Diandian in his arms, and frowned slightly.

"Honey, morning."

Yuan Diandian opened her eyes under Feng Tuoxi's gentle and worried gaze, and yawned softly and coquettishly. Feng Tuoxi hugged Yuan Diandian tightly, and the worry in his brows was very obvious.

"Diandian, today is dad's funeral."

"Um."

Yuan Diandian, buried in his arms, could not see his expression, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Diandian."

Hearing that something was wrong with Yuan Diandian's voice, Feng Tuoxi immediately pulled Yuan Diandian's face away from his arms nervously. He expected to see a face full of tears, but who knew that Yuan Diandian just had some unresolved troubles between his eyebrows.

Sad, but no tears.

"Husband, I'm fine."

Although I am still sad, I understand...

"Is it really okay today?"

"Can."

Yuan Diandian nodded heavily. Today is a special day. Although Yuan Diandian is usually silly and doesn't want to care about anything, she actually understands many things. She just has a father and a husband.

Help her worry about it, and she won't have to worry about it anymore.

It's nice to be pampered by them even though you are so stupid and silly...

But today...

She knew in her heart that her father was no longer around to protect her, and her husband could not protect her on this occasion. It was clear what she had to face.

"Don't be afraid, I have everything."

"I know, I have you and Qingyu."

Yuan Diandian fell into Feng Tuoxi's arms again, closing his eyes and absorbing strength.

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Yuan Diandian and Feng Tuoxi were both dressed in black plain clothes. Yuan Diandian, who usually didn't wear much makeup, specially put on light makeup today. She sat in the car and cuddled up in Feng Tuoxi's arms like a child, treating him as her own.

The only thing to rely on. Feng Tuoxi was worried that Yuan Diandian would be unable to resist when facing so many people all the way in the car.

She has been holding Yuan Diandian's little hand tightly, wishing that he would be responsible for everything. But today is the funeral of her father-in-law, and Diandian has to face this again.

I am really worried that the baby that I and my father-in-law have been protecting will be hurt by other people's words.

The car stopped outside the funeral hall, and someone immediately came to open the door. When the car door opened, Yuan Diandian had already stepped away from Feng Tuoxi's arms and sat upright. When someone opened the car door, he glanced at Feng Tuoxi.

Tuo Xi stepped out of the car directly. She was wearing black short high-heeled shoes and a black skirt, which made her skin look even whiter.

Feng Tuoxi was stunned for a moment, looking at Yuan Diandian as if he had suddenly changed. His impeccable expression no longer showed the dependence he had just before. The sadness between his brows and eyes was still there, but his whole person suddenly gained a strong aura.

"husband."

Yuan Diandian spoke, and Feng Tuoxi came back to his senses. The two of them walked in together. When Yuan Diandian was kneeling there, Feng Tuoxi knelt beside him, looking at Yuan Diandian's expression, feeling heartbroken and proud.

His wife has actually grown up a long time ago. His wife has actually been able to take charge of herself for a long time. His wife is his pride.

Mi Ke'er, Feng Chebing, Mi Duoduo, Huangfu Zhifeng, Huangfu Qu and Lian Yue'er came with great momentum. They walked in one by one, everyone was full of momentum. Their purpose of coming was not only

Are you here to attend this funeral, or are you here for Feng Qingyu?

There were not too many greetings. Everyone, today is a tough battle. And 90% of the people who come today are not just here for Yuan Jueye’s funeral. They are just here to find out the truth. Yuan Jueye

Is his life and death real or fake, or is it a smoke bomb deliberately released to force ambitious people like them to jump...

Feng Qingyu had always been calm. After politely greeting his relatives, he signaled to Bai Xue, who immediately turned around and walked out.

A few minutes later, luxury cars came one after another outside. The leaders from Italy and Sicily came with their right-hand assistants in twos and threes, and each gang leader’s car had an extended car parked next to it, dark and dark.

Thick curtains blocked everything inside. Everyone came prepared and everyone had bad intentions.

Feng Qingyu stood there. He was eighteen years old, wearing a black suit and a cold expression on his face. His eyes were fixed on a certain point, and no one knew what he was thinking.

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