Speaking of this, Feifei squinted at her grandmother with pride and asked, "grandma, who do you think I am?"

"Feifei" is Feifei who has been playing with grandma all the time

Simon Feifei nodded happily and looked at an Liqi:

"how is it? Is it better than before? What's more, grandma doesn't take any medicine now. She says it doesn't work. I don't think it's necessary. Grandma can remember the menu and cook for us. She's not sick at all. "

An Liqi nodded:

"in fact, from the very beginning, I felt that grandma was not ill. Maybe Fang Shao was too nervous, so I diagnosed what syndrome grandma was..."

Speaking of this, she looked at her grandmother and laughed:

"grandma, you are not lonely at all. We all live together in the future, including Feifei, me and Fang Shao in the future..."

Ling Zhenyu choked on his porridge:

"cough and cough --"

he didn't want to speak, but in the end he didn't hold back. He raised his eyes and opened his mouth:

"if Fang Shao, we will discuss this issue later."

Ximen Feifei laughs gloating, and then she tilts her head to Ling Zhenyu's ear and whispers in a low voice:

"brother Ling, you are a typical scholar who meets soldiers and talks with grandma. Even if there is one out of one, grandma will not follow zhener."

Unexpectedly, grandma nodded with a smile:

"yes, in the future, Qiqi has a lot of children with Chen Chen Chen, and her grandmother has something to do. By the way, this young man often comes here and looks so beautiful --"

Ling Zhenyu felt a little restless for the first time. This was his home, but now it seems that he is the only outsider.

The more he thought about it, he put his hand under the table and gently pulled an Liqi's hand, which means --

you said something. It's not your man who is careful about his eyes. He is afraid that he will be driven out when he turns back

An Liqi couldn't help laughing and patiently explained to her grandmother:

"grandma, his name is Ling Zhenyu. Do you remember that? I also like you very much. I like to eat your cooking. By the way, he can cook. "

Grandma suddenly froze, some doubt to look at Ling Zhenyu.

An Liqi followed her eyes and looked at the inexplicable eyes of Shangling Zhenyu, saying -

what is the situation?

As soon as she wanted to comfort her grandmother, her voice rang out in her ear:

"no, he doesn't have the surname Ling, and the person surnamed Ling is not long like this."

an Liqi quickly took her grandmother's arm and whispered to her:

"grandma, you may be too tired. Let's have a meal and continue to eat."

At the end of a dinner, Ling Zhenyu went to the tea table with a bowl.

Before this, he had never dreamed that an old lady had arrived at the tea table to eat in his own home.

In fact, it's nothing. As a man, he can stand it completely. What he cares about is that he eats under the same roof, and Qiqi separates two tables from him

What is this?

Skipping meals is acceptable.

It's acceptable not to eat with your own women.

It's a little hard to accept your own woman in front of you and watching her eat with others.

After a gloomy dinner, Mrs. Zhang has been advising:

"young master, the old lady is not clear here, you must not take it to heart."

She is also very taboo to use words to explain, just with her finger to knock her temple.

Ling Zhenyu leaned against the sofa and sighed in a low voice:

"I know, it's a little strange now. Why do the old people say that my surname is not Ling?"

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