Flash marriage love: Feng Shao, deep routine!

After a while, Liu Ruhui went downstairs one after another, followed by He Yun.

Under the bright lights, He Yun saw so many people downstairs, she was stunned.

She cursed secretly, Feng Haochen didn't know to notify her in advance of such a big matter, the old lady would definitely have a problem with her.

He Yun lowered her head, walked quickly to the side and stood still, as if she had done something wrong.

The old lady Feng glanced at her, and asked lightly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Grandma, I'm fine." He Yun said with a guilty conscience.

The old lady Feng withdrew her gaze from her body: "I asked you to come here this time, I think you should all understand why in your heart."

Hearing this, He Yun froze.

"It's a disgrace to the Feng family that something like that happened in the Feng family. Whoever did it hasten to stand up for me!"

The old lady Feng looked stern, and everyone present was guessing who it was who would have the guts to act wildly on the Feng family's territory.

What no one saw was that He Yun's face was pale. At this time, her fingers were tightly clenched, and her palms were covered with cold sweat.

After waiting for a long time, no one answered, and the old lady Feng was extremely angry.

In the evening, Feng Yucheng brought Qiao Yiran back to Feng's house.

That night, the villa was gloomy and the atmosphere was very serious.

Feng Yuchen opened the car door and stretched out his hand.

Qiao Yiran raised her eyes, slightly embarrassed: "I can do it myself, you don't have to do this." After finishing speaking, he wanted to get out of the car by himself.

The breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, brushing up Joey's hair before dyeing his forehead, and the curly eyelashes cast a faint silhouette on both sides of the small nose.

Suddenly, Qiao Yiran felt his body lighten, and was held in Feng Yuchen's arms, her feet lifted off the ground, and she wrapped her arms around his neck insecurely.

At this moment, Qiao Yiran heard his own heartbeat, and soon...

Feng Yuchen lowered his eyes, staring at her very seriously with his long and narrow eyes.

"You've already pretended to be like this, so what are you holding on to? Besides, we are husband and wife, why are you being so polite to me?"

Joey's face turned red and red, and she said dully, "I'm not as delicate as you think."

"Oh? You mean I'm meddling in my own business? Woman, there are many people lining up outside, waiting for me. Do you think I have to hang myself on your tree?"

Hearing this, Qiao Yiran stared at him with a bad tone: "Okay, you can put me down to find other women, and I didn't stop you!"

"Really? You don't regret it?" Feng Yuchen's mouth twitched playfully.

"No regrets!"

Joey turned his head to one side in anger, not looking at the man in front of him.

However, Feng Yuchen laughed lightly, with a serious look in his eyes: "But I don't want to find other women, I only want you."

I just want you... Qiao Yiran froze for a while, she didn't dare to raise her head, and lowered her head very low.

What does he mean... Confession?

Feng Yuchen saw that Qiao Yiran had become more honest, and with a smile on his lips, he slowly walked into the villa with the woman in his arms.

When the door opened, all the people in the hall immediately cast their eyes on the two people at the door, with scrutiny, curiosity, and even gloating.

"You are finally back, Iran is all right!"

The old lady Feng hurried over and looked at Qiao Yiran from top to bottom with concern.

Seeing that she was still being hugged by Feng Yuchen, Qiao Yiran was very embarrassed in front of everyone, and wanted Feng Yuchen to let go, but in front of the old lady Feng, she didn't know how to speak.

The old lady Feng thought that Qiao Yiran hadn't recovered yet, so she immediately urged: "Take Yiran to the room to rest quickly, and you will come down later."

"Grandma, I'm fine, I'm almost fine."

The old lady Feng snapped back angrily: "You have a good face like this, you can say that too? Hurry up and lie down in the room. Later, I will ask Aunt Li to make you some chicken soup to nourish your body."

Now, Qiao Yiran had nothing to say, so he could only nod obediently.

Back in the room, Feng Yuchen gently placed Qiao Yiran on the bed, his long and narrow eyes were very gentle.

"I'll go down first. If you need anything, call Aunt Li."

Joey pursed his lips: "Okay."

There seems to be something wrong with the Feng family today, what exactly are they going to say behind her back...

Or is it her illusion?

Suddenly, her hand was held by someone, and she couldn't help but froze for a moment, seeing Feng Yuchen's worried expression, she looked away uncomfortably.

Feng Yuchen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't think too much, you are my wife, and I will protect you."

Joey's face turned red, and he blamed: "What are you talking about, you should go down quickly, grandma should be anxious later."

"But I still want to be with you again."

After Feng Yuchen finished speaking, he took her hand and kissed her lightly on the back of her hand, it was very itchy like a feather sweeping across it.

　Qiao Yiran quickly withdrew her hand and stuttered: "I don't need your company..."

"If you don't want me, then I'll go. Don't miss me."

"Who misses you, hurry up, really!"

Feng Yuchen shrugged, took a deep look at Qiao Yiran, and then gently closed the door.

After he went downstairs, the originally suppressed atmosphere relaxed a bit.

"Yuchen, come here quickly, and tell grandma, how did you find out that Yiran was drugged, and do you know who the murderer is?"

Hearing this, He Yun, who was sitting beside her, immediately froze and did not dare to move. She quietly glanced at Feng Yuchen, feeling terrified in her heart.

If he informs her, then it will be over for her!
Perhaps because he noticed He Yun's gaze, Feng Yuchen's mouth slowly curled into a sinister smile.

"Grandma, how would I know who the murderer is? According to my temper, would I still stand here and talk to grandma?"

The old lady Feng thought about it too, and shook her head impatiently: "Oh, that's too bad. I haven't found the murderer yet, so I can't calm down!"

Feng Yuchen smiled meaningfully: "However, I think the murderer must be among us. Grandma, don't worry, the murderer will show his feet sooner or later..."

Feng Yuchen's words aroused the dissatisfaction of other people, especially the brothers who usually saw him as unhappy.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that we are all likely to be murderers? Don't make your own daughter-in-law wronged, and just frame people casually!"

Feng Yuchen looked back at them with an indifferent expression: "Oh? Brothers, why are you so anxious to defend yourself? I said it was you. Could it be that you are guilty?"

Feng Mingchen's face was dark: "Yuchen, shut up, you'd better look at your identity, we are your elder brothers, how could we harm you! Let's look at this matter again."

At this time, He Yun's cold sweat kept flowing down her forehead, and she was terrified.

"Grandma, I'm not feeling well, I want to go to the bathroom."

He Yun clutched her stomach, her face was very pale.

"Hmm." Old lady Feng's eyes were deep, and her gaze paused for a while, as if she was deep in thought.

Feng Yuchen exudes a coldness all over his body: "Hmph, it's really playing the piano to the cow, you can do it yourself."

He said with a cold face, and he didn't pay attention to other people at all.