Chapter 203

"OK, let's go home!" Feng Xun nodded to her expectant eyes and answered softly.

Back to the manor in Genoa, Feng Xun spent a day dealing with some work of the arms group, while he stayed in the manor to pack his luggage on the seventh day of the summer.

The housekeeper pika specially ordered the maid to help. Seeing that Xia Qiqi was still busy upstairs and downstairs, she asked with concern, "what can I do for you?"

"It's nothing..." the seventh day of the summer, smiling and refusing. Seeing that pickup was going to leave, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "by the way, pickup, how's uncle Feng these days?"

"The weather is good these days. According to the instructions of you and Feng Shao, I regularly push the master out to bask in the sun, so the master is in good condition these days!" Pika, the housekeeper, replied respectfully.

"Thank you so much!" At seven o'clock in the early summer, Feng Xun nodded. Seeing that it was still early, he was afraid that he could not come back for a while. He said with a smile, "I'll go to see his old man!"

"Are you going now?" Pika, the housekeeper, asked in surprise.

"Yes, Feng Xun and I are going back home soon, and we don't know when we will come back, so I want to see Uncle Feng before we leave..." Xia Chu Qi nodded and said with a smile.

"Then I'll go with you!" The housekeeper pika did not refuse the offer. They got on the tour bus and drove to the gray house.

It was in the afternoon, when the sun was high, and it was also the hottest time of the day. Sitting on the tour bus on the seventh day of the summer, Feng Xun felt a heat wave coming. At this time, Feng Xun's father was afraid that he was sleepy.

When the housekeeper's fingerprints were unlocked and the door was opened, the seventh day of the summer made a "hush" gesture and said in a low voice, "be quiet. Maybe uncle Feng is still taking a nap..."

The housekeeper pika nodded, lightened her steps, and walked into the gray house with the seventh day of the summer. As expected, she could not hear anything.

At the beginning of the summer, Feng Xun's father was sleeping on the sofa. There were two magic cubes of different sizes beside him. There were endless board games on the table in front of him.

"It seems that the master is really asleep..." the housekeeper pika whispered. On the seventh day of the summer, he found that the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was a little low. The light from the corner of his eyes swept to the thin blanket on one side. He simply picked up the thin blanket on the other side and carefully covered it for his father.

Pika, the housekeeper, bent down and began to clean up the toys scattered on the ground, so as not to let Feng Fu and Xia Chu Qi accidentally step on any wrestling.

At the beginning of the summer, when Feng Fu was about to get up and walk away, she was caught by the wrist.

She was stunned. She lowered her head to her father's open eyes. When she touched the sharp color in his eyes, she suddenly froze.

"Who are you?" His voice is resolute and cold, and his eyes are keen to look at the seventh day of the summer. Together with the action of grabbing her wrist, she has an illusion. At this moment, Feng's father is sober, as if he is suffering from bipolar disorder, just the illusion of her and Feng Xun!

"I am the seventh day of summer..." the seventh day of summer explained with a smile after a moment's surprise: "I played Rubik's cube and chess with you!"

However, Feng's father did not relax his vigilance to her because of what she mentioned, and his strength of grasping her wrist was even greater.

"Who sent you?" Feng Fu turned a deaf ear to her words and asked coldly.

Seeing his vigilance, he seemed to regard her as a villain. On the seventh day of the summer, he shook his head and explained, "no one sent me. I live in this manor. I'm your son's girlfriend. Do you remember Feng Xun?"

Hearing the word "Feng Xun", Feng's father frowned slightly and looked thoughtfully at the seventh day of the summer, as if to confirm the truth of her words.

"Are you Feng Xun's... Woman?"

At the beginning of summer, he nodded at seven o'clock and was about to say a few more words. However, Feng Fu's face suddenly became more gloomy, and there was a sharp pain in his wrist.

She can't help but take a breath and try to break away from his hands. However, his strength is so strong that she can't get away with his professional action.

She even doubted that if Feng Fu pressed so hard, her wrist might be broken by him.

Pika, the housekeeper, turned pale with fright. He came up to help and tried to break his father's finger.

"Go away --" Feng Fu kicked away the housekeeper pickup truck. The pickup truck turned over and quickly avoided Feng Fu's action. At the same time, he pressed Feng Fu's shoulder.

I don't know where the housekeeper's pick-up pinched Feng Fu. Feng Fu's hand holding seven wrist joints in early summer suddenly loosened.

On the seventh day of the summer, he quickly shook his wrist and said thanks to the pickup truck. The pickup truck said, "Miss Xia, please bring the rope quickly!"

"And the rope? Where is the rope? " On the seventh day of the summer, he asked, rummaging around in the cupboards and drawers, but could not find a rope to Tie Feng Fu.

Seeing the housekeeper pick-up and Feng Fu seem to have a fight, the hands and feet of the seventh day of summer are in a hurry. Finally, they find a rope under the sofa. They lie down and pull the rope out from the bottom of the sofa.

Together with the housekeeper pick-up, he tied up Feng Fu's body and gave him two pills. On the seventh day of the summer, he was sweating profusely, but the housekeeper pick-up was no better. He was obviously beaten by Feng Fu on the face and his clothes were very messy.

Feng's father obviously didn't stop. He tried to get rid of the rope and glared at the housekeeper pickup and the seventh day of summer, as if they were bad guys.

"Pika, I didn't expect that you would betray me and seal my home one day. You even conspired with outsiders to deal with me!"

Father's words, let housekeeper pickup and early summer seven are a Leng.

They think that Feng's father is insane. After all, he doesn't even recognize Feng Xun standing in front of him. But now Feng's father even recognizes pika, who was born as a housekeeper?

They looked at each other for a while, and then pika, the housekeeper, carefully replied, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't deal with you, but you just hurt Miss Xia. I've been ordered by Feng Shao not to let her be hurt!"

"Feng Shao?" Feng Fu snorted coldly and asked harshly, "which one is less?"

"It's your son!" Pika, the housekeeper, replied respectfully. I really don't understand why the master can recognize himself. Why can't he recognize his son!

"My son..." Feng Fu's expression was stagnant for a moment. In the eyes of Pika and Xia Chunqi, he hesitated and said, "do you mean... My son Feng Xun?"

"Yes The housekeeper, pika, was almost overjoyed and nodded: "Feng Shao is your son!"