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1695 Every stroke is full of pain

Wen Rufeng glared at him. "What do you think!"

Yu Feng didn't even look at her. "Don't you want to see Jing Chen's photo? Go and see it!"

Looking at her husband's cold look, Wen Rufeng felt aggrieved. Her husband had never been as impatient as she is now. In the past, she felt that she had done too much, and her husband was patiently coaxing her until she smiled.

Now he knew what he was angry about, but he ignored it. It was really the first time in history.

"You don't seem to want to talk to me!" Wen Rufeng closed the study door and asked angrily.

Yu Feng sat in an office chair, picked up a pen and practiced handwriting on paper. When Jing Chen was young, he often led him to practice pen calligraphy. It was not until later that he joined the famous calligraphy master to start practicing brush calligraphy that he stopped teaching children to write. Yu Feng looked at the words and missed his son when he was young. Every time he drew a thread, his heart surged. Jing Chen was still alive, and Jing Chen was still alive in this world. Although he had just changed his appearance, it was enough to make him thank God. He was enough for this life. When the brat came back, he must practice calligraphy with him to see if his appearance changed and whether the words had changed.

Seeing that her husband ignored him at all, Wen Rufeng angrily stepped forward and slapped the table.

A 'bang' sound was filled with anger, almost madness.

Yu Feng was completely immersed in his own world, not thanking his wife for her anger, and completely ignored it.

Wen Rufeng became even more angry and stepped forward to draw his calligraphy paper.

The few words I just wrote were broken into two.

The scene of harmony with his son was torn apart at once, and Yu Feng shouted in anger, "What are you doing?"

Wen Rufeng looked at her husband in even more shock, pointed at herself and said, "You actually yelled at me... You actually yelled at me!"

Yu Feng's face was flushed, the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, and he yelled back angrily. "What do you want to do? You either argue with this or that all day long. Everyone else's fault in the world, you are all right!"

"You..." Wen Rufeng looked at him incomprehensible. Is it necessary for him to get so angry with him?

"I ask you, our family doesn't need more quarrels. We should understand and care for each other. As an elder, you will look like an elder. If you continue to argue like this, don't blame me for not going back to this family in the future." Yu Feng shouted.

Wen Rufeng was stunned when he heard this, and tears of grievance fell instantly. "Why do you say that to me? What's wrong with me?"

"What's wrong with you? Don't ask me about anything, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!"

After saying that, Yu Feng picked up the shredded paper on the ground and went out without looking back.

Wen Rufeng still didn't understand why he yelled at him, and tears kept falling.

When An Ning heard the sound, she happened to see her father-in-law leaving angrily, and her mother-in-law cried in the study.

At this time, she was in a dilemma, and it was not right to go out, and it was not right not to go out.

I could only step forward with a tough bullet. "Mom, these are Jing Chen's photos!"

Wen Rufeng stared at An Ning and sniffed. "Your father-in-law treats me like this, are you very happy to see it?"

An Ning immediately shook her head. "No, how could it be?"

"Although you don't admit it, I can even think that you don't have to lie to me!"
Chapter completed!
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