Tuanzi’s big, round eyes suddenly opened wide, and his cute little face was full of anger.
What are they doing?
Tuanzi grabbed the binoculars from the table and stared downstairs. Through the binoculars, he saw more clearly. It was clearly winter, yet that pretty aunt was wearing very thin clothes, standing in front of his dad with a shy face, talking about who knows what.
Tuanzi got a bit angry. He had deliberately used his mom’s tone to make his dad co for breakfast. Why was his dad standing downstairs with the pretty aunt?
Tuanzi tilted his head and thought, there was a saying circulating in An City, the Seventh Young Master of the Feng Family is naturally flirtatious...
Tuanzi was wrapped in a bath towel, pacing anxiously in the living room. He rushed to the coffee table, picked up a big red apple, and wanted to throw it down.
"No, the teacher said that throwing objects from a height can kill soone, it can be deadly," Tuanzi muttered to himself, clutching his head.
Although he didn’t really understand why a tiny apple thrown from high up would be fatal.
He was a good kid and didn’t do such bad things.
Tuanzi anxiously held the binoculars and looked, yet he couldn’t hear what they were saying, only saw their lips moving.
That pretty aunt didn’t know what she heard, looking like she was about to cry, making people feel pity.
Tuanzi only felt a little fla in his body scampering around, then it rushed straight to the top of his head.
"Bad aunt!" Tuanzi exclaid angrily, suddenly wrapped himself tightly in the bath towel, opened the door, and rushed out.
Jiangzhou Prefecture was already deep into winter, occasionally having one or two snow flurries that couldn’t pile up, and in the morning, there would be layers of frost.
Feng Huaijin was not spending the winter in Jiangzhou Prefecture for the first ti, but still felt cold hands and feet.
After receiving Su Li’s enthusiastic WeChat, Feng Huaijin leisurely left the company and slowly entered Qinshui Blue Shore.
"Mr. Qi..."
Feng Huaijin heard that voice and paused slightly, looking where the sound ca from.
An Ruyi wore a warm pink wool coat, the coat open to reveal a sweater underneath, paired with casual wide-leg pants.
She was wrapped in a scarf, standing a few ters away from Feng Huaijin, looking at him with infinite tenderness in her eyes.
Feng Huaijin’s eyes turned cold when he saw An Ruyi, his thin lips unapologetically spat out a word: "Scram."
He was in a good mood this morning, and whoever ruined his good mood could not be let off.
An Ruyi awkwardly stood there, her eyes red as she looked at Feng Huaijin.
She really had it tough recently.
The internet exploded with news of Mo Si Huang falling into a river with a persistent fever, and his fans were worried sick.
Mo Si Huang had been an emperor of cinema for so many years, but never had an accident before; this ti falling into the river in the middle of winter was simply a nightmare.
Perhaps to intentionally protect Su Li, an outsider, she... found herself in the eye of the storm.
The internet exploded again, saying she shot scenes with Mo Si Huang on set, with consecutive NGs frustrating Mo Si Huang, who asked her if she was going to act or not!
This incident sparked endless internet controversy; after all, Mo Si Huang never lost his temper over filming, so An Ruyi had to have caused trouble.
An Ruyi was indeed in the top tier, with lots of fans, but against Mo Si Huang’s fans, all had to keep quiet.
Coupled with the later revelation that Mo Si Huang’s river fall indeed had sothing to do with An Ruyi, she was now criticized online like a sieve.
An Ruyi felt like crying without tears, clearly Mo Si Huang jumped into the river to save Su Li, how could it be blad on her?
She was forced to stay at ho to recuperate, who knew she would be so lucky to encounter Feng Huaijin here?
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