Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

In fact, these words were taught to her by Lu Yi.

The current situation is that Wen Yin is full of hostility towards Xiao Qian, while Mr. Feng feels guilty towards Wen Yin.

According to Xiaoqian's temperament, she can't compete with her. If she is bullied by Wen Yin all the time, it's okay for Mr. Feng to protect her once or twice. Who knows if she will get tired of protecting her all the time?

So Lu Yi taught Xiao Qian that she must be kind to Wen Yin no matter who she is in front of or behind. As long as she does everything right, Mr. Feng will see it. In this way, Wen Yin En will not know the etiquette of revenge.

Xiao Qian initially disagreed, but Lu Yi gave her many examples and finally convinced her. He also instilled in her the idea that no matter how much a man loves her, he should also know how to use his wrists and his mind.

Doing nothing but expecting a man's favor to last for a long time is tantamount to wishful thinking.

No matter whether you don't care whether a man's heart is with you or not, you have to live your life. If you don't have enough ability to protect yourself, you have to learn to compromise with life and live in a way that you may hate.

Lu Yi's earnest persuasion convinced Xiao Qian, and this was of use to Mr. Feng.

Mr. Wen Yanfeng held her hand and said gently: "You are such a considerate little guy."

How could Xiao Qian hide her thoughts in front of the cunning Mr. Feng? However, Mr. Feng saw through it without telling him. Instead, he liked the feeling of Xiao Qian using her thoughts and tricks on him, so he was happy to cooperate.

Qin Ning came back from Qihuang College and happened to see Mr. Feng leaving. He quickly and respectfully sent Mr. Feng to the car.

His calm and gentle demeanor won the favor of Mr. Feng, a teacher. He couldn't help but sigh with Xiaoqian: "It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Among so many students, this Qin Ning is the most likely to become my husband." Class, work hard, and in time you will become a wise minister."

Xiao Qian was confused when she heard this, but it didn't stop her from being outspoken. After hearing this, she said: "My sister and my brother-in-law also value Brother Qin very much. They once wanted me to marry him, but I refused."

Haha, the proud protégé turns out to be a love rival...

Mr. Feng suddenly felt that this Qin Ning was nothing more than that. He was born a slave and had achieved his current achievements with a little cleverness and good luck.

Such people generally do not have a big picture, and it is easy for them to be proud, complacent, self-righteous, and fall into the trap of glory and wealth.

He still needs to hone and hone for decades until all the edges and corners on his body are polished.

Just as she was thinking about it, Xiao Qian spoke again: "It's a pity that Brother Qin is already engaged, otherwise Wen Yin and him might be able to have a good relationship."

Mr. Feng's mood improved inexplicably. Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "It's really a pity."

Several families left together. When Mrs. Bai and Bai Li returned home, they began to think about ways to make money. When Lu Mingyong and his wife returned home, they saw the eldest princess waiting in the house with many people.

As for Mr. Feng and Xiao Qian, Mr. Feng is teaching Xiao Qian how to read and practice calligraphy recently. Originally, he thought it would be enough for Xiao Qian to be able to read.

If he wants to talk about life and ideals, he can talk to a bunch of friends and students, and his little wife only needs to be considerate and sensible.

However, Wen Yin has outstanding literary talent. Sometimes when he taunts Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian still needs Xiao Ji to explain before she can understand. Xiao Qian is greatly affected by this and is determined to work hard and become a good student who works hard.

The result almost made Mr. Feng so angry that he returned the product.

What the hell kind of comprehension ability?His disciples are all over the world, but they have never seen such a shapeless piece of rotten wood.

As soon as she returned to the house, Xiao Qian saw that it was still early, so she asked Xiao Ji to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones. After diligently waiting for Mr. Feng to undress and wash his hands, she pulled him to the table.

"Brother Che, I haven't practiced for three days and I'm already rusty. Today/you will assign me a few words of homework. If I can't practice well, I won't sleep."

Mr. Feng's eyes flashed, and he picked up a pen and wrote the words "eye" and "mouth" on the paper.

Just kidding, who is the loser if you don’t practice well and don’t sleep?If he didn't arrange two simple words, where could he hold his sweet and soft little wife while sleeping?

So the cunning Mr. Feng chose two simple words with bad intentions, but also said deceptive words: "These two words, although they have few strokes, they are actually very difficult to write well. It will be of great benefit to you if you practice well, so let’s practice these two tonight!”

Xiaoqian didn't know that Jian was not simple. After hearing the words, she didn't doubt that he was there. She crossed her legs on the chair and started practicing.

Seeing her sitting crookedly, Mr. Feng sighed, came behind her and bent down, grabbed her waist from behind and lifted her up, finally straightening her up.

"When writing, you need to keep your body upright so that you can hold the pen steadily. If your sitting posture is incorrect, you won't be able to write well."

Xiao Qian was so frightened that she could hardly hold the pen. She looked down at the hands holding her waist and couldn't help but blush.

Her back was still pressed against the man's chest, and she was hugged by the man from behind. The two of them were so intimate that even their breathing could be heard clearly.

Mr. Feng didn't seem to notice it. Seeing that Xiao Qian couldn't even hold the pen, he couldn't help but blame: "How do you write like this? I taught you to hold a pen."

The man's breath was pervasive, wrapping her slightly nervous nerves, and she didn't dare to move at all.

Mr. Feng thought Xiao Qian had forgotten how to hold the pen, so he held her small hand with his big hand and guided him to write the calligraphy she needed to practice on the paper.

Xiao Qian is like a puppet without a heart, controlled by Mr. Feng.The physical contact made her heart flutter and she was extremely nervous.

Seeing the man taking the trouble to teach her patiently, a strange feeling came to her heart. In the man's slightly resentful mood, she felt an unprecedented feeling.

It was as if she was still a newly enlightened child, being guided by her father to learn to write. Even though she was stupid, and even though she couldn't write correctly, her loving father never showed any impatience.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qian was a little distracted and couldn't help but look up at the man holding her from behind.

From this angle, you can only see his smooth jaw and protruding Adam's apple.

I can’t even see the face, and I don’t know the beauty or ugliness.

But she happened to be a little addicted to it.

Mr. Feng finally noticed something strange about Xiao Qian. He looked down and met Xiao Qian's eyes in an instant.

The girl's cheeks were white and rosy, and her face was so beautiful that it made people crazy. He, a steady man, had his heart broken in an instant, and he wished he could rub the little lady into his bones and blood.

"Madam, you, why do you look at your husband like this?"

Xiao Qian was awakened by his voice, but felt a little embarrassed. She turned her head and whispered, "Brother Che is so good-looking. Xiao Qian likes Brother Che."

Mr. Feng suddenly dropped his pen, pressed Xiao Qian on the back of the chair, and kissed her hard.

Kissing her until Xiao Qian's cheeks turned red and her breathing became short, he stopped, stared at her and said, "You are really killing me."

Xiao Qian bit her red lips: "Huh?"

Mr. Feng's Adam's apple rolled up and he said: "Don't practice tonight, let's go and have a rest..."

"No!" Xiao Qian flatly refused and slapped her palm on the table, "Master Dong taught me that hard work leads to failure rather than playfulness, success comes from thinking and failure comes from casualness. How can you make me give up half-heartedly?"

Mr. Feng looked at the righteous little lady in front of him and couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that the atmosphere just now was not right?

At this time, isn't it time to climb up on the high bed and use soft pillows, pull up the quilt, and do things that can enhance the relationship between husband and wife?

While Mr. Feng was thinking about whether to solve it on the spot, Xiao Qian picked up the pen and started writing seriously.

"lady……"

"lady?"

"Go away! Don't become a stumbling block that hinders my progress." Xiao Qian waved him away like a mosquito and practiced calligraphy seriously, as if she had entered a certain state.

Mr. Feng sighed: Other people’s wives are giving birth one after another. When can he hold his son?

At this time, Chang Sui came to report that Miss Wen Yin had come to say hello.

Mr. Feng straightened his clothes and said, "Let her come in."

Wen Yin, wearing plain clothes, walked in and Yingying saluted: "I've met my father, I've met my wife."

Xiao Qian raised her head and said hello with a smile: "Wen Yin is here."

Wen Yin ignored it, and Xiao Qian didn't care either.

Mr. Feng saw her thin clothes and asked with concern: "Why don't you wear more clothes? Have you had dinner? Have you gotten used to it recently?"

Listening to Mr. Feng's concern, Wen Yin's eyes softened, but looking at Xiao Qian who was immersed in writing, the warmth that had just risen in her eyes disappeared in an instant and turned cold.

Mr. Feng followed her line of sight and couldn't help laughing when he saw that his little lady had stained her face with ink at some point.

He dipped the handkerchief in water and gently wiped away the stains for Xiao Qian. Xiao Qian was still impatient and rushed him: "Brother Che, please don't affect me, okay?"

Mr. Feng said: "Then don't get ink stains on your face, be careful."

Seeing this, Wen Yin's eyes became a little colder.

Obviously she is his biological daughter, why does her father's care for her always remain in words?

They had never had a moment of intimacy.

Thinking of this, she clenched her fists tightly and her eyes were slightly red.

In addition to hostility towards Xiao Qian, she was also inexplicably jealous, jealous that she could get her father's unique love by doing nothing.

"Father," she called, staring at Mr. Feng who looked back, and said, "Marry me!"

Mr. Feng and Xiao Qian looked at her in surprise at the same time, unable to react for a moment: "What?"

Wen Yin closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them, and said with a firm face: "I don't want to stay in this family at all, but I am unwilling to leave here."

"So please make up for my marriage, marry me off in a glorious way, and let me have a family of my own. This is what you owe me, and it is also what you owe my mother."

Seeing this, Mr. Feng couldn't say anything. He just said: "Okay, give me some time and let me find a suitable candidate for you."

Wen Yin said categorically: "No need, I already have a candidate. I want to marry the King of Xingyang, Sima Xuanmo, and I want to be the Princess of Xingyang."