Chapter 297

Too late to think, Feng Xiang ran upstairs.

In the dark corridor, it was shabby and even smelled of mildew.

But in the past ten years, I had no feeling.

Now go up the stairs again. I'm not comfortable going up and down. I'm full of disgust and disgust.

Finally, he climbed up the sixth floor with his nose pinched. He was very tired and panting.

Before they raised their hand and knocked on the door, the door of their former home suddenly opened.

He was a little stunned, holding up his head on the rusty handrail of the stairs.

Inside the door, the beautiful daughter stared at him expressionless. In addition to disappointment, there was hatred in her eyes!

He opened his mouth, and before he could make a sound, his cold daughter turned and walked into the room.

He took a breath and chased in.

In the room, all the decorations have not changed, and the cleaning is very clean.

It's just that there's no one to live in all the year round and it's a little less popular.

Feng Xiang's eyes were shocked. He never thought that this place still had its original appearance.

Even the habitual things have not changed.

"Was it a surprise?"

Feng Xiang looks around and approaches her daughter Feng Tingting in the room.

Feng Xiang returns to his mind. He looks at his daughter who has been sitting on a wooden sofa.

Thoughts followed, he rushed forward eagerly, squatting in front of his daughter.

"Tingting, what about her, have you done to her?"

Feng Tingting's eyes expressed deep disappointment, and her lips became a straight line.

Leng hum a: "this time, what you worry about is her. It seems that you really love each other?"

"No, girl, listen to my father. My father is afraid that you have done something wrong. Then my father will regret it all his life!" Feng Xiang knelt down in front of her daughter, crying.

"Worried about me?"

Feng Tingting's face is tight and hard to see.

"If you're really worried about me, you won't be carrying me and my mother with that fox spirit?"

"If you are really worried about me, you should ask why the house is still there in the first sentence when you enter the door? Why is it still the same? "

Feng Tingting clenches her teeth, and words and sentences stab Feng Xiang's heart.

Feng Xiang's face was gray and his thick lips were trembling. Unfortunately, he didn't say a word for a long time.

In the daughter's mind, his image before is tall, she knew such a nasty thing all of a sudden, it's normal that he can't accept it.

But he never imagined a day known by her and his wife, so in the face of the present situation, his brain is blank except for ignorance.

Facing his daughter's question, he really has nothing to say. Now even if he died in front of his daughter, he could not thank him.

"Want to know why the house is still there?" Feng Tingting's face was as gray as death, and she slowly stood up from the sofa.

The inanimate eyes looked at the furnishings in the room a little bit, and the low and powerless voice slowly stated.

"Mom said, here are the results of your joint efforts. Mom said, here are the best testimonies of your sharing weal and woe. Mom said, here is a record of the best time of our family. Mom said, you are here to marry her, so she will keep this place well. Even when you are old and go, let me keep this place well Until the day when she couldn't hold it "

Feng Tingting said and cried.

She once thought that the love of her parents was the sweetest and the best in the world.

But now, irony! What a satire!