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"Is that good?" Mother Song looked at the wound on her forehead.

In order not to worry her parents, she smiled and pretended not to care, "It's just an accident." ”

Father Song said with a bitter face: "At the beginning, your mother and I didn't agree with you being together, not only did you not listen, but you also got a marriage certificate from us, and now it's okay, and you are being bullied by the fuck." Alas......" he sighed heavily.

"Mom and Dad, it's not as serious as you said, when Feng Chen is at home, his mother doesn't dare to come to me to trouble, she just sees that Feng Chen is not here to play prestige, and Feng Chen doesn't travel often, so don't worry." She comforted her parents.

Father Song said, "Can you not be worried? It's a person like that, it's clear that you look down on people like us who are small families, and you will have a long hard life in the future. ”

"There's a seal of dust, and he'll protect me." Song Zhiyue picked up the tea on the table and handed it to Song's mother, and handed another cup to Song's father, "You see, Feng Chen and I can't live in the Feng family, we live outside alone, his parents can't control us, you can relax, and you can't worry about me for a lifetime." ”

Song's father and Song's mother didn't say anything more.

"Mom, what did you just say to your mother?" Song Zhiyue was curious.

"Didn't say anything." Mother Song said perfunctorily.

She went out for so long, and Song Zhiyue didn't believe it when she didn't say anything.

She guessed that Song Mu must have found Wen Mei's theory.

Mother Song asked, "How long has Feng Chen been on a business trip?" ”

"It's been a week, and I should be back soon." Song Zhiyue took an apple and peeled it, "It's rare for you to come to the city, stay here for a few more days." ”

Song Mu hesitated and nodded: "Okay." ”

She was afraid that during the period when the dust was no longer sealed, Wen Mei came to bully Song Zhiyue again.

Although Wen Mei promised her, she was still not at ease.

Hearing that her mother agreed, Song Zhiyue was very happy and asked Aunt Xiao to go grocery shopping, and she was ready to cook herself at night.

Her forehead was injured, so after dinner, she didn't talk to Feng Chen.

Feng Chen bounced the video over, but she didn't answer it, but went back to the room and replied by phone.

"Why don't you pick up the video?" Feng Chen asked.

She casually made it up: "I'm applying a mask." ”

"What does it matter?" Feng Chen chuckled.

"I don't want you to see it."

"The ugliest appearance of a person is when he reaches the age of eighty, are you sure you don't want me to see it?"

Song Zhiyue was stunned for a few seconds before he realized the meaning of his words.

Unless she didn't want to grow old hand in hand with him, how could he not see her at the age of eighty.

"Maybe I'll only live to be seventy-nine?"

Feng Chen's chuckling voice came from the phone: "Rounding." ”

"When I was eighty years old, you were eighty-four years old, and you became a bad old man, and you didn't have the capital to dislike me for being ugly at that time."

"Why don't I listen to you like you're wearing a mask?"

Before, she was talking to him with a mask, afraid that the mask would be wrinkled, her mouth couldn't be opened, and her voice was a little muffled, but today her voice was normal.

Song Zhiyue didn't expect him to even hear this, but fortunately, her head turned quickly and said, "Isn't this talking to you on the phone, I lifted the mask." ”

"In that case, let's video."

"Forget it, I'm a little sleepy, I'll go to bed after talking to you for a while." After saying that, she pretended to yawn, and then changed the subject, "My parents are in the city today." ”

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