Chapter 11

While she said, she looked pitifully at Fu Zhiran.

The bottom of my eyes was a touch of pride.

Mrs. Rong snorted coldly, "I'm sorry. In this family, my son and I have never admitted her."

Directly in front of the public, the heart out.

Then she pointed to the porridge on the table and ordered Fu Zhiran, "Fu Zhiran, you must give me this bowl of porridge today."

A pair of eyes looked at, Fu Zhi dye lowered his head, slowly stretched out his hand, slender hands, fingers slender, nails spit out a layer of nail polish without color, with an elegant light.

Such as her cool temperament.

Although compromise, but her bright eyes, flashing light or so stubborn pride.

Let more languid lean on the seat, cold looking at Fu Zhiran will Li Aomei drink porridge down.

Not at all.

He would like to see how long she can endure it.

Fu Zhiran finished a bowl of porridge, gently put down the bowl and wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, so that Mrs. Rong and Li Aomei don't get rid of their hatred. What they want to see is her humble appearance.

I didn't see how she could let her go easily.

"Xiaoran..."

As soon as Li Aomei was about to open her mouth, Rong Tianfeng, who was sitting on the main seat, suddenly made a sound and grabbed her voice. "Xiao ran, sister Liu called this morning and said that grandfather has caught a cold these days. Go and take care of him for a few days."

He looked at Fu Zhiran with a pleasant face.

Fu Zhiran smell speech, eyes a bright, immediately nodded, "good."

And give Rong Tianfeng a grateful look.

She knew that her father-in-law was helping her. Several people were waiting on her. How could she take care of a cold.

Thinking, she bowed her head in secret.

Li Aomei is also secretly proud. She also thinks that Rong Tianfeng is helping her. She is considering her mood after she is pregnant, so she takes Fu Zhiran away.

Hum, Fu Zhiran, this is just the beginning. In the near future, she will let her get out of Rong's house completely and be trampled by Li Aomei.

……

The old man still lives in the courtyard. Rong Yue's aunt is from the army's Art Troupe and lives with the old man.

The old house, even in the winter season, is also full of flowers and birds.

Fu Zhiran stood outside the door, looking at the familiar house, a pile of memories poured into her heart, she could not help a hot eye.

"Here comes Xiao ran."

Suddenly an old woman came out of the room and was surprised to see Fu Zhiran.

Fu Zhiran quickly put away his thoughts, reached out to wipe the tears that did not flow out, and then gave the old man a smile, "Sister Liu."

"It's so windy. What are you doing at the door? Come in."

Liu sister-in-law to Fu Zhiran in front of the warm pull her into the house.

The room was lit with sandalwood, the old man's favorite. It was still furniture from the 1980s. It was placed in the living room with only one piece of sandalwood.

The outside was as like as two peas in their house, but it was completely different, so she was still cautious and entered the door.

"You are more cunning after being a soldier for several years."

The old man just came down from upstairs, with a tall figure beside him.

White pullover, black sports pants, familiar can no longer be familiar with the collocation.