Chapter 1930 Ren Zijuan Love is set for life, the big stone falls to the ground

Feng Ziying slapped Ping'er's plump buttocks hard, and the elastic and fleshy buttocks made a crisp sound. Ping'er's face suddenly turned red, and she glared at her lover angrily, "What are you doing? , why are you so frivolous and wanton?"

"You have to look at people for being frivolous and dissolute. If it were someone else who wanted me to be frivolous, I still wouldn't do it." Feng Ziying followed Ping'er to Ping'er's room, leaning forward and getting on the kang. Ping'er put on Feng Ziying's shoes and socks. After taking it off, he brought hot water from outside and asked Feng Ziying to soak her feet and wash them. Feng Ziying was so comfortable that she leaned on the kang, "Ping'er still knows and expresses his feelings. These maids in my house are all inferior."

"Master, please don't say that. If others hear it, will you make me jealous to death?" Ping'er wiped the hair on his forehead and said with a smile: "Besides, are Yuanyang bad? Qingwen, Jin Chuan'er , Siqi is not weak, right? Why don't you like me?"

"Of course Yuanyang is good, but now she is the head of the house, how can she come to serve me? Qingwen has such a hot temper that even I will have to smile if I don't pay attention. You don't understand Jin Chuan'er's temper, she is so cold. As for Siqi, how much patience can he still have to serve me with his reckless temper?" Feng Ziying shook her head and smiled, "If you really want to be more considerate and attentive, you have to ask for Yunshang from my original room. Xiangling is okay, too. But I still can’t understand my thoughts as well as you can.”

"You have to say the same thing, the slave is even more afraid to bear it. Jin Chuan'er has been with me for so long and is the most intimate. Qingwen has a hot temper, but she is the most serious and dedicated in her work. Si Qi Meng is a little lazy, but she is also willing to do it. The conditions are too high to endure hardship and hardship..." Ping'er defended these best friends.

"Okay, I didn't say anything wrong with them, but I said there is a gap between them and you." Feng Ziying shook her head and stretched out her hand to signal Ping'er to come up next to her and talk to her.

After hesitating for a moment, Ping'er estimated that Wang Xifeng might have to nurse the baby for a while, and had to put the baby to sleep before he could get out. In addition, he hadn't seen Feng Ziying for a long time, and he missed her very much, so he felt shy. He took off his shoes and got on the kang, leaning against Feng Ziying.

Seeing Ping'er leaning over gently, with her face on her shoulder, and the fragrant fragrance of her body filling her heart and mind, Feng Ziying was also moved, and subconsciously wanted to dig into the skirt of Ping'er's waist, but she was Ping'er held on tightly and refused to let him mess around. "Grandma will coax Hu Zi to sleep soon. I'd better be more honest now. I don't want to offend grandma at this time."

"Why do you call it angering?" Feng Ziying disagreed, "I have already agreed with Sister Feng that you are mine. You must follow her and be reluctant to leave. I have no objection. However, if she feels that she can manipulate you at will, If she goes too far, I'm afraid I'll have to have a serious talk with her."

"Master, please don't. Second Grandma treats me with great kindness and righteousness. She is just too worried about gains and losses now." Ping'er shook his head repeatedly: "Second Grandma is not the kind of unreasonable person. Huzi is still young now. , and she was obsessed with running this cement factory, so naturally she couldn't spare any manpower. Even though her words sometimes sounded a little unpleasant, she was cold-faced and soft-hearted, and this servant has long been used to it."

Feng Ziying smiled and said no more. It was hard to say whether Wang Xifeng was cold-hearted or soft-hearted. In the book "Dream of Red Mansions", Jia Rui was punished to death and they said she was ruthless, but in fact she was just a broken heart in winter. A basin of urine and feces was just a joke to Jia Rui. Jia Rui himself fell into it, lost his mind and thought about it day and night, and finally died of illness, so there was no one to blame.

But this Wang Xifeng is indeed the right person. He teases or even seduces her, and she is happy with it. But if Jia Rui does this, you will only get spit on your face.

"Well, you defended Sister Feng very well. No wonder she can't leave you for a moment." Feng Ziying said smoothly.

Feng Ziying's words also touched some of Ping'er's thoughts. It seems that the second mistress is afraid that she will take root in Tianjin in the past two years. She has vaguely revealed this meaning a few days ago. She wants to smoothen the factory here. He will leave Tianjin and return to Beijing. The speaker is unintentional, but Ping'er is interested in the listener.

She is in her early twenties, a real old girl. She has lost her future and status with Wang Xifeng, so that’s it. But Uncle Feng has agreed to take her in, but what does it mean to stay in Tianjin Wei all the time? After returning to Beijing, at least in this city, we can still come and go. In Tianjin Wei, how many times can we come here in a year?

Besides, Ping'er was loyal to Wang Xifeng, so she couldn't help but think about it for herself. Now that Wang Xifeng had a daughter and a son, Qiao Jie was nothing more than Qiao Jie and Huzi, so she would basically have no worries for the rest of her life. As long as the uncle pampers her, it's not impossible that she can have another child, but what about herself?

Second Mistress has long thought of never marrying again, so she can raise her tiger son with peace of mind. What will happen to this woman who has no children by her side in the future? So Ping'er was also thinking about this in her mind. If Uncle Feng accepted her, she would also hurry up and try to get pregnant. Anyway, both the Rongguo Mansion and the Feng Mansion were vaguely aware of the ambiguity between Uncle Feng and herself. Relationship, at this time, Ping'er naturally couldn't care less about being ashamed. He just accepted me, so what? I just want to give birth to a son for my father, so what? Regardless of whether her surname is Feng Na or not, Ping'er still trusts Feng Ziying's character. As long as she is his son, she will never treat her mother and daughter badly in the future...

 For a while, I was thinking a lot, and I was a little crazy.

Seeing that Ping'er didn't speak for a long time, and didn't even try to cover up his hand that was digging into the hem of her clothes, Feng Ziying was also a little surprised. She tilted her head and glanced at the pretty face leaning on her shoulder, only to see that this beautiful face was blurred and full of confusion. The look on his face that is full of thoughts is really pitiful.

"What's the matter, Ping'er?" Feng Ziying didn't take the opportunity to flirt with her, but simply picked her up and sat in her arms, "He looked worried. He was fine just now, but suddenly he is full of worry?"

Ping'er shook his head, trying to put away all the previous annoyances, and said in a manly voice: "Sir, it's nothing. Is there ever a time when this person doesn't have any worries?"

"Hey, what are you worrying about? Why don't you talk to me and let me share the burden for you? I am known as a think tank in Beijing, comparable to Zhuge Kongming. Isn't it easy to solve your worries?" Feng Ziying was very happy. I like to hold a woman in my arms like this and tell jokes. This is the most relaxing and comfortable time. The nephrite is warm and fragrant in my arms, my cheeks are rosy and my temples are green. This so-called happy life is like lying drunk on a beautiful woman's knees.

"It's nothing,..." Ping'er smiled and shook his head, "It's all the little things of my daughter's family,..."

"Hey, I just like to hear your little things, Ping'er. This is as beautiful as Zhang Chang's thrush. Other men won't understand the beauty of it..." Feng Ziying hugged Ping'er tighter and tighter. People's skin was touching, especially Ping'er's plump buttocks, which was sitting on Feng Ziying's vital area. These soft words made Feng Ziying even more distracted and angry, and the high-spirited place intentionally or unintentionally moved closer to the crack of Ping'er's buttocks. .

How can Ping'er not feel this kind of passionate love? But she had been separated from Feng Ziying for so long, and she was also a woman of flesh and blood, with emotions and desires. Feng Ziying loved her, so why didn't she look forward to her lover's favor? If Wang Xifeng next door hadn't been there, she would have given her body to him right away. ?

As soon as the hand was slightly loosened, the devil's palm that had been rubbing at the waist got in and climbed up the jade mound under the bellyband. Suppressing the itch in his heart, Ping'er changed his position to avoid accidentally misfiring the gun. , also said: "This slave has long made up his mind that he will be born as a member of the Feng family and die as a ghost of the Feng family. Just now, it was just a temporary feeling and a little touch."

Seeing that Ping'er's words were a little emotional, Feng Ziying couldn't be more reckless. She took her hand back and whispered in Ping'er's ear: "What feelings do you have? What did I say just now? Well, I said Sister Feng can't live without you for a moment, huh?" , What are you worried about? Are you worried that Sister Feng is busy with business and refuses to return to the capital, so you will have less time to see me? "

Feng Ziying was so smart that she guessed what Ping'er was thinking at once. Ping'er didn't hide it and nodded: "This slave is almost twenty-one years old. If grandma wants to stay here for two years, wouldn't this slave have to By the time we are twenty-three or four, how can there be any woman in the world who is still alone with her sister-in-law? At grandma's age, Qiaojie and her son are all walking around on the ground, and now there is Huzi, but grandma is only six years older than this slave. That’s all.”

Hearing Ping'er mention Sister Qiao with a worried look on his face, Feng Ziying understood immediately, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face, "I understand, Ping'er also wants to give birth to a son for me?"

Ping'er sat up straight and looked directly at Feng Ziying, "That's what I think. Do you agree?"

Feng Ziying was a little puzzled, why couldn't she agree to this? Are you still afraid that you won't be able to support yourself? But he realized in an instant that Ping'er was definitely not worried about this, and immediately said seriously: "Don't say one, just two or three. As long as you can give birth to Ping'er, I'm still looking forward to having a few more. The Feng family has only a few heirs. I’m just looking forward to having more children. My son and daughter all like me, so they all have to follow my father’s surname of Feng, not Wang…”

The stone in Ping'er's heart suddenly dropped, her emotions surged, her cheeks were flushed, her charming eyes were as silky, and her eyes were full of eyes. She wished she could squeeze her body into Feng Ziying's body, and her plump buttocks sitting on Feng Ziying even twisted a few times. , which made Feng Ziying almost explode.

"Little hoof, if you continue to torment me like this, I will punish you on the spot." Feng Ziying held back her desire and pinched the opponent's flesh, and then said bitterly: "This time Come on, I must take you in, even the King of Heaven and I can’t stop you!"

 (End of this chapter)