Being a Lady of an Influential Family

"You..." Mrs. Fu pointed at Leng Sa with a smile on her face, but she was speechless for a while, and Fu Anyan was too frightened by Leng Sa's operation for a while.

No one spoke in the hall for a long time, and Feng Zhaowu's wailing became clearer and louder.

Leng Sa lowered her head to look at Fu Fengcheng who was sitting next to her, and Fu Fengcheng was also looking up at her calmly.

Let’s not mention what the two parties saw in each other’s eyes, but in the eyes of onlookers, this scene is naked (crab) naked (crab) naked "eyebrows".

Madam Fu's complexion became even uglier.

"Mother, if there is nothing else, we will leave first." Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice without giving Mrs. Fu another chance to make trouble.

Mrs. Fu was so angry that she couldn't speak, she just stared at the two of them fiercely.

After Fu Fengcheng respectfully bowed slightly to Madam Fu, he raised his head and said to Leng Sa: "Let's go."

Leng Sa nodded quickly, stepped forward and pushed Fu Fengcheng's wheelchair to go outside.

She also doesn't want to entangle Mrs. Fu with these boring questions. Wouldn't it be nice to go back to wash and sleep after running outside all day?

It wasn't until the three of them disappeared outside the gate that Mrs. Fu seemed to finally come to her senses.

"Touch!" The teacup on the table fell to the ground, and Fu Anyan trembled in fright and quickly looked at Mrs. Fu.

Madam Fu's face was gloomy, and she said with trembling lips: "Good! Good!"

"Mother?" Fu Anyan looked at Mrs. Fu worriedly, but Mrs. Fu quickly calmed down, took a deep breath and looked at Feng Zhaowu who was on the ground, "Take him down to see the doctor."

"Auntie!" Feng Zhaowu was lying on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed and disgusted with tears streaming down his face. Fu Anyan couldn't help turning his head away looking at him like this.

Madam Fu lowered her eyes, "Go to the doctor first, and we'll talk about it after the injury is healed."

Feng Zhaowu shouted unwillingly, "Auntie! You just watch Fu Fengcheng ruin our Feng family like this?! Auntie, you have to make the decision for me."

Madam Fu's eyes were cold and stern, "I said, go back first!"

Stung by her cold eyes, Feng Zhaowu was also taken aback and did not dare to confront Mrs. Fu again. The servant at the door came in and helped Feng Zhaowu get up and carried him out.

"Mother..." Fu Anyan looked at Mrs. Fu and hesitated to speak.

Madam Fu raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, she said a little tiredly, "I'm a little tired, Ah Yan, you should go back first."

Fu Anyan nodded and stood up, a little worried and said: "Mother, what my cousin said about the factory just now..."

"I'll handle it." Madam Fu said coldly.

"Then I'll go back first." Fu Anyan didn't dare to say anything more, turned around and walked out.

The matter of Feng Zhaowu made such a big fuss, what surprised Leng Sa was that Mrs. Fu didn't bring this matter up to Governor Fu.

Originally, they were waiting for Governor Fu to summon them to reprimand them, but they didn't expect that the Fu family looked peaceful until the dead of night, as if nothing happened during the day.

"It's so strange that your mother didn't complain to the warlord?" Leng Sa lay on the bed with her pillow in her arms and tilted her head to look at Fu Fengcheng who was sitting and reading.

Fu Fengcheng looked away from the book, and looked down at Leng Sa, "What good will it do her to bring this matter to the old man?"

Leng Sa blinked, "Shouldn't the warlord reprimand us for disrespecting our elders?"

Fu Fengcheng laughed lowly, "Which matter is disrespecting the elders or the Feng family? Mother doesn't want the old man to know that she has done so many things behind her back."

"Couldn't she know if she didn't tell the warlord?" Leng Sa asked.

Fu Fengcheng said: "It's up to him whether he wants to know or not, these... are obviously what he doesn't want to know."

Leng Sa sat up, resting her chin on the pillow in her arms, and said curiously: "Wife and son are killing each other, and the warlord doesn't want to know? Isn't he afraid that the backyard will catch fire one day?"

Fu Fengcheng put the book in his hand on the bedside table, "Even if my mother and I really kill each other, it won't affect the overall situation of the six southern provinces. From the old man's point of view, as long as the wife doesn't interfere in political affairs, the affairs of the Fu family should be left to the public." She decides, as long as she doesn't touch the old man's bottom line, the old man won't do anything to her. After all...the husband and wife of more than 20 years have three children, there is no need for the old man to want to change his wife unless it is absolutely necessary. "

Leng Sa nodded, "What does the warlord think of you?"

"If I can't even fight a woman in the backyard, I deserve it if I lose." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

Leng Sa understood, "So by analogy, as long as the matters between you and Fu Yucheng don't affect the six southern provinces, don't take the initiative to make trouble in front of the warlord, and don't kill people, he won't care about it?"

Fu Fengcheng nodded, "Madam now understands who the old man is?"

Leng Sa sighed softly, "I thought the warlord was an amiable and good father."

Fu Fengcheng sneered, "He has so many sons and daughters, who can be considered a good father if he treats him well?"

"That's right, if he is good to you, he must not be a good father to Fu Yucheng. If he is good to Fu Yucheng, then you will definitely not think he is a good father." As for those concubine sons, let alone, Governor Fu Probably never thought about being a good father at all.

"You don't seem to be very sad?" Leng Sa looked at Fu Fengcheng.

Fu Fengcheng said lightly: "If he loves every child like his father-in-law, he will never be able to be where he is today."

Leng Sa sighed, "My father loves us a lot, it's just..." It's just that he's a bit too weak, even at nearly fifty years old, he's still afraid of his father.

Sure enough, everyone has their own difficulties.

Leng Sa quickly put this matter behind her, and said with great interest, "So, even if I swallow up all the property in the Feng family and his wife's hands, the warlord won't bother me?"

Fu Fengcheng nodded, "You can say that."

"Oh." Leng Sa narrowed her eyes happily, "I just like to see other people being furious and unable to kill me. When the time comes... it must be very nice."

Fu Fengcheng sat cross-legged on the bed in front of him, buried half of his face in the pillow, squinted his eyes slightly and rubbed against the soft pillow, like the cold whisper of a lazy and alert cat.

The fingers hanging by her side unconsciously caressed gently, and Fu Fengcheng's eyes fell deeply on the somewhat messy hair on her cheek.

"You'd better be careful." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

Leng Sa looked up at him suspiciously, Fu Fengcheng said: "If you push people into a hurry, no one knows what methods they will use."

Leng Sa nodded, "Understood." The dog jumped over the wall in a hurry.

Fu Fengcheng nodded, "It's getting late, go to sleep. Don't you have to go to school tomorrow?"

Leng Sa sighed and fell back on the bed weakly, "I almost forgot, I have to go to school tomorrow. These two days have been so busy... I don't feel the fun of the holiday at all."

"Then finish your homework earlier, so you don't have to go to school." Fu Fengcheng has no sympathy for her pain. Xueshen has never been troubled by studies, and of course he can't empathize with ordinary people's troubles.

Leng Sa rolled her eyes and snorted softly, rolling into the bed.

Seeing that she really stopped talking, Fu Fengcheng picked up the book next to the bed and continued to read.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Fengcheng closed the last page and looked up, and saw that the time on the clock on the wall was already early in the morning.

He reached out and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and then looked at the woman on the other side of the bed who had already fallen asleep. The originally indifferent eyebrows seemed to soften a little under the faint light.

A very light laughter resounded in the quiet room, Fu Fengcheng stretched out his hand and pulled up the thin quilt that had been kicked aside to cover her before turning back to turn off the bedside lamp.

There was a soft snap, and the room was plunged into darkness.

In the early morning, Leng Sa opened his eyes in a daze.

What came into view was a broad and strong chest, and the whole person froze immediately.

After these days, she has long been used to having someone share half of her bed and the problem that she is always not vigilant when facing Fu Fengcheng and sleeps deeply.

But... waking up on someone else's chest is ridiculous, okay?

She didn't know what was going on, but she actually put her head on Fu Fengcheng's shoulder socket during her deep sleep, and when she woke up, her whole face was pressed against his chest when she moved a little.

Fu Fengcheng was wearing pajamas when he slept at night, but the neckline was wide open at this time, and the buttons looked as if they were violently ripped open.

She...has she become so obsessed with sex?

Leng Sa couldn't help but howled in her heart, and carefully pulled away from Fu Fengcheng's side.

Seeing that Fu Fengcheng hadn't woken up yet, Leng Sa breathed a sigh of relief and carefully stretched out her hand to fasten the buttons for him to eliminate the evidence.

Leng Sa was a little surprised to find that there was a scar on Fu Fengcheng's heart.

In fact, Fu Fengcheng's body is far more than just this one scar. There are many wounds on his shoulders and back, and Leng Sa occasionally glanced at them once or twice.

But this scar was particularly eye-catching, it was right on the heart and it was caused by a cold weapon. If the wound had been deeper at that time, there might be no such person as Fu Fengcheng in this world now.

"What are you doing?" While she was seriously studying the scar, Fu Fengcheng who was sleeping suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her.

Leng Sa was so frightened that her hands shook, and she tore open a button that had already been buttoned.

"..."

"Ah...I, I think you haven't buttoned your buttons properly, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold." Leng Sa said.

Fu Fengcheng nodded, "It rained in the middle of the night last night, so it was quite cold. I will prepare another quilt in the future. You kicked the quilt to the end of the bed, so come and grab my quilt."

"Ah?" Leng Sa looked at the thin quilt that had shrunk into a ball at the end of the bed in a daze.

Fu Fengcheng sat up, reached out to button the buttons, and frowned, "You tore the clothes."

"..." Fu Fengcheng's pajamas are made of delicate silk. Not only did a button of the collar fall off when he was pulled violently, but the collar was slightly deformed, "I... I will pay you for one?"

Fu Fengcheng nodded, "Okay, it's getting late and you should get up."

"Oh." Leng Sa watched the coveted scenery disappear in front of her eyes with some regret, thinking belatedly: Was she so violent when she fell asleep?