Chapter 208 What bad thing did you do?

Ever since the last time he drank alcohol and messed up things in the grove, Feng Shuo has hardly ever taken the initiative to drink again.

This time, he called out Xiao Qi, the only person in Leng Feng's action team who never drank alcohol, and threatened that he would not go home until he was drunk!

When Xiaoqi arrived, everyone was shocked.

He has only been away from the army for a few months, why has the boss's temperament changed so much?

Did something major happen?!

"Boss, you've already drunk a lot. Stop drinking. Your sister-in-law will scold you soon."

Xiao Qi analyzed it based on common sense and felt that this would be useful.

After all, every time Xiao Zou Mei was used to scare Yang He, that guy would be obedient and submissive.

Aren’t all married men the same?

But Feng Shuo and Yang He are very different.

As soon as he heard someone mention Zhu Yunwei, he stopped drinking and slapped himself in the face.

"It's because I didn't cherish her. In the past, she only slapped me. But now I watch her slap others."

Xiao Qi's eyes widened. Are you talking about sister-in-law?!

That sister-in-law who is dressed beautifully and looks like a lady from a wealthy family? !

"Then... then Boss, why didn't you help my sister-in-law fight? Why did you let her do it herself?"

Xiao Qi really couldn't find anything to say, so he could only respond casually.

Feng Shuo stared at him blankly for a while.

With a snap.

He placed his palm on Xiaoqi's face and patted it several times.

He said it sourly.

"Why don't you find a wife? You sound like you'd be pretty good at getting a wife! Do you want to join the Third Regiment? Are you secretly fraternizing with the Third Regiment's leader?"

Feng Shuo pinched his face and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Have you contacted Yu Jincheng recently?"

"..." Xiao Qi was stunned, wondering why they were talking about Yu Jincheng again. He scratched his head and said, "No. When I came to Jing City, wasn't he on a mission? We missed each other."

"……oh."

Feng Shuo stood up unsteadily, put his hands on Xiao Qi's shoulders, coughed lightly and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's late, it's almost midnight."

As soon as Xiao Qi finished speaking, Feng Shuo reached into his pockets, his brows furrowed.

"Boss, what are you looking for?"

"Fire...matches."

Xiao Qi immediately took out a pack of matches from his pocket and handed it over.

Only then did he see Feng Shuo holding a crumpled ball of paper, and after getting the match, he directly lit the ball of paper.

Flames sprang up in Feng Shuo's palm. Xiao Qi subconsciously hid behind him and picked up the cup on the table, ready to put out the fire.

In a short while, the paper was burned to ashes.

After landing on the ground, Feng Shuo stepped on his toes again.

"Go back."

Xiao Qi looked at the pile of ashes, which had been burned till nothing was left.

…

Zhu Yunying slept until she woke up naturally. It was still pitch dark outside, and she could hear the sound of birds from time to time.

I glanced at the time and it was only early morning.

Before she went to bed, she didn't wait for Zeng Xiaoqin to come back, but the clarification letter should have been published in the newspaper.

Newspapers in Beijing are distributed in the early morning.

She was a little impatient.

Even though he was in his own room, he still got up quietly, moved to the door little by little, and opened it carefully.

Bang!

Suddenly, a shadow as big as a black mountain fell in front of her and rushed towards her.

She had no time to react, but luckily the shadow was quick-witted and fell to the side, hitting the wall directly.

A familiar masculine scent hit her in the face. Zhu Yunyao, having just recovered from her shock, felt a little exasperated.

"Feng Shuo, what are you doing? You don't want a divorce, but you're obsessed with being widowed, right?!"

So annoying!

What a crazy person! He stayed up late at night and stood outside her door acting as a door god.

When Feng Shuo heard his own name and the word "widowed", his body trembled, and he said with some grievance and heartache: "Wife, don't say anything nonsense."

Zhu Yunying just spoke too quickly, of course she didn't mean it.

"...Go back to your room quickly."

She didn't dare to argue with Feng Shuo any longer and urged him to go to the guest bedroom.

Feng Shuo hesitated, lowered his head and sniffed his body, wondering: "I took a shower. I can't smell it anymore..."

Zhu Yunying tutted her tongue, then reached out and grabbed his clothes, pulled them forward, and sniffed them: "Where have you been? What bad things have you done? Huh?!"

There is a faint smell of alcohol.

It's very light, and you can tell that he took a bath very seriously!

"Have you been drinking?" Zhu Yunwei snorted coldly.

Feng Shuo chuckled and tapped the tip of Zhu Yunyao's nose: "Yaoyao's nose is really amazing. It's like telepathy..."

"Telepathy?"

"Yeah. The military dog ​​I raised before had a very keen nose and could tell I was back from a long distance away. Did Yaoyao open the door because she knew I was coming?"

Feng Shuo lowered his head and touched Zhu Yunwei's forehead. He glanced at her cheeks which were red due to anger. He thought she was shy and liked it very much. He reached out and rubbed her cheeks.

"Yingying has gained weight."

He even pinched it!

Zhu Yunying gnashed her teeth and said, "Feng Shuo, you still dare to say I look like a dog? You are obviously the real dog! You really are..."

"Who's outside?!"

Suddenly, the voice of Old Lady Feng came from the corridor, causing Zhu Yunyao and Feng Shuo to freeze.

The two of them leaned their heads against each other, looked at each other, and tacitly did not speak.

After a while, Mrs. Feng opened the door, and the sound of her cane was very creepy.

Faintly, the sound of a gun being loaded could be heard.

Zhu Yunying was also frightened. She quickly dragged Feng Shuo into the room and closed the door quietly.

It’s pitch dark here, what if he mistakes his own grandson for a thief?

Then she, the granddaughter-in-law, would be guilty of a great sin.

"Ahhh..."

Feng Shuo hugged her and buried his chin in Zhu Yunwei's neck without any hesitation. It was really as if they were in sync with each other. He rubbed her neck with the tip of his nose, and after a few times, he started playing with her earlobe.

Kissed, bit, and lingered.

"I just drank a little bit and didn't say anything."

I still remember the lesson from last time and I’m still scared.

When Zhu Yunwei heard these words, they had a different meaning.

She held Feng Shuo's chin to prevent him from biting.

"You didn't say anything nonsense? Then did you do anything nonsense?"

"I didn't do it haphazardly. I did it with careful consideration."

Feng Shuo was dissatisfied with being pushed away, so he reached out to cover Zhu Yunying's hand and tried to pull it away.

At this time, Zhu Yunwei found something wrong. The back of her hand felt stinging, so she immediately turned Feng Shuo's palm over.

Redness and blisters appeared.

"What happened to you? What's this? Is it hot?"

Zhu Yunwei was puzzled. How could he get burned just by drinking? Did they get into a fight?

That’s not right. Who did he drink with?

"Waiwai is so smart!"

Feng Shuo's eyes lit up and he nodded: "I didn't control it well, so I got hurt a little. It's nothing serious."

"Feng Shuo, can you tell me what you've been thinking about?"

Zhu Yunwei deliberately softened her tone.

Feng Shuo shook his head: "No."

"Why? Aren't you asking for reconciliation? If you don't tell the truth, we're going to get divorced."

Use the gentlest tone to say the harshest words.

Feng Shuo's eyes were red. He held her face and kissed her fiercely: "You said you only want the baby, not me."