Feng Yinshuang is like a worried old mother, and she is not able to directly inquire about the "secrets of the boudoir" in her family.

However, before getting married, she had already said that she had to listen to her husband in everything. As long as she could listen to this sentence, there should be no problem.

Seeing the other party's gaze looking at him, Hongluan could probably guess what she was thinking. She felt helpless and pretended to be nothing, and hurriedly walked up to her to apologize.

"I'm getting up late, so I'll ask my wife to punish me."

Feng Yinshuang said with a smile: "I have become a bride, why are you still so rigorous? Besides, you have served me for so long, so why not let me serve you?"

Whether in the Palace of Killing or at any time, she was very easy-going and never had the airs of a wife.

Although Hongluan knew this, she still couldn't accept it with peace of mind.

At this time, a beautiful doll in a red jacket ran out of the room and hugged Hongluan's thighs directly.

"Little Young Master." Hongluan bent down to pick him up, but was stopped by Feng Yinshuang.

"Don't make trouble. Go and wash your hands and come over to have a meal first. Your aunt Hongluan was very tired last night. You can't disturb her."

Han'er widened her eyes curiously: "Aunt Hongluan didn't go back to her room to rest very early yesterday, why did she still feel tired? Since that's the case, why didn't Uncle A Chen take good care of her?"

Children are extremely innocent and speak without any scruples, but it is not the case in adults' ears.

Feng Yinshuang's old face turned red and she glanced at Hongluan: "You Uncle A Chen has taken good care of her."

Han'er obviously didn't believe it and pouted: "I don't believe it. Uncle Achen must have bullied Aunt Hongluan. Dad said that a man should protect the weak woman, otherwise he would not deserve to be called a man who stands tall. When he comes back, I must ask him for a clear question."

Feng Yinshuang: “…”

Hongluan: "..."

If this dead boy really asks, the picture is simply unimaginable. A Chen's face is probably going to be dark, right?

I don’t know what A Chen’s face looked like. Hongluan was about to turn herself into a wooden carving so that she could vacate everything and pretend that she had never heard of anything.

Feng Yinshuang coughed heavily, placed the chopsticks she had taken out on the table, and glared at him: "Where are so many problems with children's families? Why don't you eat quickly?"

So the three of them started to have breakfast in a strange and quiet atmosphere.

Hongluan had just picked up the bowl, lowered her head and took a sip of porridge silently. She hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but ask: "Where is him?"

There are only a few people in their group, so she could not tell who she asked.

Feng Yinshuang smiled meaningfully: "Is this 'I don't see you for a while, like three autumns after three autumns'?"

Hongluan's face became a little embarrassed again. She just saw that the man was a little strange. If he was willing to get out by himself, it would be great, but if he was hiding in a place she didn't know to wait for an opportunity to act, then it would be difficult to be prepared.

She couldn't tell Feng Yinshuang these words, so she could only express them in silence, as if she had made a promise.

Feng Yinshuang thought she was thin-skinned and embarrassed, then smiled and said, "I'm teasing you, we can't stay here after you get married. Let's take a break today and we will continue to rush tomorrow. So Mr. A Chen got up early in the morning and went to the street to buy some essential supplies on the road. I asked him to eat breakfast in advance."
Chapter completed!