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Chapter 11 The relationship between the original husband and wife

Feng Yin had never imagined that her original husband had changed his core like him.

Even though I didn't expect that the man was actually not really in a coma from beginning to end, he was just pretending to be in a coma.

Seeing my husband closing his eyes but his eyelashes often tremble, I think he could hear the sound outside.

Therefore, Feng Yin muttered in a low voice as her original body is used to:

"This dick is getting worse and worse. His father is obviously suffering in the clinic, so he dares to leave us and run out to play by himself."

"So too, you are a grandpa, why are you still so careless?"

Feng Yin didn't dare to say too much, just criticizing her husband for not teaching the child well, and criticizing him for not taking care of him.

It is also said that all the children at home are worried about it.

Zhang Yiming closed his eyes tighter as he listened.

I recalled the memory of the original body in my mind and found that this was the way the original body and my wife got along.

Every time I meet, my wife will chat in my ears and keep mumbling about trivial things at home.

But the original body felt that every time my wife met, she liked to talk to him, which was a way to express feelings and longing.

But now Zhang Yiming likes tranquility.

I felt very impatient when I listened to these words.

Therefore, listening to Feng Yin's muttering, I became more and more irritable, and I could hardly help but want to call her "shut up".

"Mom, I've found my second brother."

It happened that at this moment, the boss's voice came from outside, breaking Feng Yin's muttering.

It also made Zhang Yiming breathe a long sigh.

What he didn't notice was that Feng Yin couldn't help but breathe secretly when he heard the boss's voice, and a hint of relief flashed across his face.

In fact, if the boss doesn’t come back, Feng Yin will be almost unable to continue talking.

In fact, the habit of getting along with her husband is too weird, which makes her, a person who likes to do things by nature and talks less, have to maintain her personality in this way.

Stopped and muttered, Feng Yin quickly got up and yelled outside: "What are you shouting? My ears are very good."

While speaking, the man had already stood up and strode towards the door.

Behind him, Zhang Yiming took the opportunity to open his eyes and look at his current cheap wife.

Unfortunately, nothing can be seen from the back, only a gray figure in coarse linen is gradually drifting away.

"Mom, my second brother is back."

A young man of seventeen or eighteen appeared at the door, looking at Feng Yin with joy on his face.

Feng Yin looked at the eldest son indifferently: "I'm back when I'm back. Could you tell me to greet him?"

Zhang Qiubai smiled embarrassedly: "Mom, I asked my second brother to wait outside, so I'll ask the pharmacy guy to help carry my father out."

Feng Yin: "You are so embarrassed, I am embarrassed."

"It's okay, scholar lady."

Yao Tong, who followed the mother and son, listened to the conversation, and replied with a smile, "I'm not busy anyway, so I'll help carry the Master out without delaying the trouble."

Feng Yin looked at the medicine boy in front of him, and the child looked just eleven or two years old.

A childish face with a comfortable and bright smile.

A pair of clear eyes were filled with sincerity.

"Then thank you guys."

Seeing this, Feng Yin no longer felt pretentious, "I'm so sorry to cause trouble for you."

After a quick salute, she added: "I hope I will have the opportunity to repay my brother for helping me today in the future."

"You are kind to me, Scholar."

Yao Tong didn't take Feng Yin's words seriously, but just smiled and said politely, and carried Zhang Yiming out with Zhang Qiubai.

"mother."
Chapter completed!
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