Feng Xiao winked at An Mu, "I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."

An Mu put down the bowl, "I'll get it for you!"

Deng Yanchen laughed at An Mu, "He's not a kid, don't you know where his clothes are? I get cold after not eating!"

An Mu smiled, "Mom, I'll go."

Said to follow Feng Xiao upstairs.

The babysitter next to him laughed, "Old lady, you see how affectionate your wife and husband are. For a while, they are like knees and inseparable."

Deng Yanchen nodded with satisfaction.

Although it is good to An Mu, if An Mu is good to Feng Xiao, of course Deng Yanchen will be happy.

Even if he is scorning his son and defending An Mu, he still regards his son as the main thing in his heart.

*

When An Mu went upstairs, he took out a set of pajamas for Feng Xiao and handed it to him, "It is comfortable to wear at home."

Feng Xiao took it and nodded.

An Mu couldn't help asking first, "Is something wrong with Uncle Feng? Why don't you know how to make a call if you just come today?"

Feng Xiao sneered when he heard this, "He has a rough personality, how can I know this!"

An Mu was a little unhappy, "But if he doesn't call, Mom is so anxious!"

Feng Xiao's expression was cold, "I'm afraid it's not that he doesn't want to fight, because he doesn't have time."

An Mu was puzzled, "What's the matter?"

"The old lady is in hospital."

The old lady is Feng Hou's stepmother and Feng Xiao's grandmother. She is ten years older than Feng Hou and is seventy this year.

When An Mu heard this, he was slightly taken aback, "Huh?"

"This morning, I fainted and they took the old lady to the hospital."

"What's the matter? Is it serious?"

Feng Xiao sneered, "I hope she will die, so she won't have to worry about so much! It's a pity, it's so good, she woke up in two hours."

An Mu sighed, "Just listening to you, I feel that this old lady is very difficult to entangle, and I really don't know what she is like."

Feng Xiao stretched out her hand and held her hand, "You should have been surprised, we are obviously married, but I have never taken you back to the old house, just don't want you to face her directly, this is what mom meant."

An Mu nodded.

Her mother-in-law and husband maintained her in this way, and she could feel happy.

When the two went downstairs, Deng Yanchen laughed at them, "Why did you come down so quickly? I didn't talk much?"

Listening to the playfulness in the words, An Mu flushed.

Feng Xiao looked at Deng Yanchen, "Mom, don't tease her if it's okay, she's thin-skinned."

Deng Yanchen:...

The three of them had lunch, and when they were about to take a lunch break, the door of the room finally clicked again and opened.

There are only five people who have the keys to this villa, except for the four in the room, only Fenghou.

Deng Yanchen heard this voice and couldn't help but look at the door.

Feng Hou changed his slippers and walked over, looking tired.

Feng Hou is also getting older. He is sixty years old this year. He was tossed up to the hospital early in the morning. He must be exhausted.

An Mu and Feng Xiao looked at each other, the two of them did not speak, and went upstairs silently.

After entering the room, An Mu sighed, "Mom still likes Uncle."

Feng Xiao nodded, "If we didn't like it, we wouldn't have been so embarrassed for so many years."

He doesn’t lack the money from the FAE. Foreign mafia has a lot of money. Fengjia’s assets are not in his eyes at all, and Fenghou also holds a little bit of domestic power in his hands. That little power is even less worth mentioning to Feng Xiao.