Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Governor's Mansion has been confirmed, and both mansions will return to their old homes to have a reunion dinner with the old lady.

Jing Feiyan expected that his wife would agree, and she had a way to convince her, so she had prepared the Mid-Autumn Festival troupe, menus, etc. in advance.

"What if she really doesn't agree?" Jing Zhonglin looked at the old house celebrating the festival with great fanfare, which was more lively than the New Year.

The theater troupe invited has two "big bosses" who are very famous actors.

Jing Feiyan: "If she doesn't agree, let's celebrate the festival by ourselves. Doesn't the Xifu of the Governor's Mansion deserve to be such a grand event when we spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with the old lady?"

After a pause, she smiled again, "Second brother, you don't think that our mother is a concubine, do you?"

Jing Zhonglin made a joke.

"Madam is the head wife, and our mother-in-law is also the head wife. Back then, my grandfather's huge property was given to our father, and now it is my wife who is in charge of it.

I have inquired that the accounts of the Xifu and the general affairs of the Governor's Mansion are in different books. Don't worry, this account book will be in my hands in a few months. "Jing Feiyan said.

Jing Zhonglin looked at her: "Be careful of playing with fire and burning yourself."

"It's because you underestimated yourselves. My father loved me when I was born. I knew since I was a child that I was the direct descendant of a daughter," Jing Feiyan said.

The governor's wife, Mrs. Sheng, had no daughter, and Jing Jiatong was a bit clumsy and naive, and could not please her father, so Jing Feiyan knew that she was unique since she was a child.

The old lady of Xifu, who was the governor's aunt, could see that Jing Feiyan was quite capable and high-spirited, so she was willing to send her capable mother in charge to guide her.

And my maternal grandfather, the He family, was also from a prominent family. Grandma saw that her mother and sister were incompetent, so she also focused on Jing Feiyan.

Jing Feiyan has received too much support.

She is lively, cheerful and confident, and the warlord likes her more and more.

"My mother has been fighting for fame all her life. Second brother, you must take this as a warning. Learn from Jing Yuanzhao and Madam Sheng. The most important thing is to take practical benefits into your hands." Jing Feiyan said.

Jing Zhonglin took a deep look at her.

The Mid-Autumn Festival dinner was in full swing in Xifu, but Yan Xin went out after breakfast.

She gave Cheng Sanniang a Mid-Autumn Festival gift.

I stopped by to see Fu Rong.

Fu Rong lives in a small apartment facing the street, which is bustling and bustling.

Yan Xin didn't call in advance, but went up and knocked on the door, bringing a few gifts.

"Who is it?" Fu Rong's voice became tight and raised a few points.

Yan Xin didn't expect her to be so vigilant, so she immediately said, "It's me, Yan Xin."

After the room was quiet for a moment, Fu Rong hurriedly opened the door.

Her hair seemed to be picked randomly and looked slightly messy. The smile was also very uncomfortable.

"sister."

"Am I disturbing you?"

"No, no, please take a seat." Fu Rong said with a smile, "What kind of tea would you like, sister?"

"random."

Fu Rong went back to the bedroom first, opened the door only a small crack, changed some clothes, and went to the kitchen to boil water for tea.

Yan Xin said: "I want to go to the foot of Chengshan Mountain to see my grandmother, so don't bother Rongrong."

She originally planned to sit down, but when she saw this, she stood up and left. Yan Xin was not an ignorant person.

Fu Rong: "I haven't had tea yet..."

"Next time." Yan Xin smiled.

After she left, Zhou Muzhi came out of Fu Rong's bedroom. After looking around, he asked her in a low voice, "Leaving?"

Fu Rong was still in shock: "He's gone."

Then he looked at him sadly and said, "You should leave quickly."

Zhou Muzhi: "We don't have anything, you can tell her first."

Fu Rong didn't answer.

She just said, "Muzhi, don't come here anymore, okay? I was soft-hearted last night, and I won't keep you here in the future."

Zhou Muzhi's aunt was buried the day before yesterday.

After setting up the tombstone, Zhou Mu walked alone and met Fu Rong on the street.

He looked like a drowned rat.

Seeing him like this, Fu Rong knew about his family's affairs and knew that he felt uncomfortable, so she said, "Do you want to come to my house and sit down?"

Zhou Muzhi followed her home.

The two of them sat around, but he refused to leave. Fu Rong was soft-hearted and did not drive him away.

He also cried.

Fu Rong comforted him and was held in his arms unconsciously.

"I can't!" Fu Rong told him nervously.

"I didn't think about that either. My aunt recently lost her life, and it wasn't even past July [-]," he said.

Later Fu Rong went to work.

She came back from work at around three in the morning, and Zhou Muzhi prepared a midnight snack for her.

While the two were entangled, he kissed her.

He didn't sleep, but he went to her room to rest for the night.

As soon as Fu Rong woke up, Yan Xin came and she almost saw her.

"...It doesn't matter if the young genius doctor saw her. She won't mind your dealings with me. I'm not her husband." Zhou Muzhi said.

Fu Rong: "..."

"Rong Rong, actually I want to say goodbye to you." Zhou Muzhi said, "My brother plans to send me out to study."

Fu Rong was slightly stunned: "When are you leaving?"

"Next month. I plan to study there for three years, and I have to make up classes on the cruise ship." Zhou Muzhi said

Fu Rong's heart was heavy: "It's good. Making progress is a good thing."

"Rong Rong, how old are you this year?" Zhou Muzhi asked her.

Fu Rong: "I'm nineteen now."

"I'm only twenty years old," Zhou Muzhi said, "In the next few decades, I don't want to hang around and leave you helpless."

Fu Rong looked at him steadily.

"Are you waiting for me?" he asked. "If one day you meet a better person, write to me and tell me. I won't pester you. If not, how about waiting for me for three years? I will never let you down when I am outside, I will only study. , don’t fool around.”

Fu Rong smiled bitterly: "Do you have such a strong mind?"

"Just watch," he said.

Fu Rong: "Mu Zhi, the future is unpredictable. If we are destined, there is no need to wait, fate will pull us together.

If there is no fate, even if you stick to it, it will just be a resentful couple, and you will regret it endlessly in the future. You go to school and do your thing. Don't talk about the future. "

Zhou Muzhi held her hand: "You don't want to?"

Fu Rong stood up on tiptoes and kissed his lips: "I won't wait for anyone. I'm here. You can come or go as you wish. I don't expect anything."

After Zhou Mu was startled, he clasped the back of her neck and covered her lips with force.

He hugged her tightly, trying to get some warmth.

Fu Rong responded to him.

When Zhou Muzhi left that day, he was very excited, and there was a sentence on his lips. He went downstairs, went up again, and knocked on her door.

Fu Rong was in a confused mood and was slightly surprised to see him leaving and returning.

"Rong Rong, do you want to come with me?" Zhou Muzhi couldn't help but ask.

He hesitated for a long time about this, but still wanted to ask her.

The kiss gave him courage.

Nowadays, all fashionable girls go to school and can find better jobs when they return home.

It's not that Zhou Muzhi looked down upon Fu Rong's work. It's just that the world doesn't think highly of the Youth Gang, let alone these women who work in the dance hall.

People always live in the eyes of others.

"My family will pay for the tuition and living expenses." Zhou Muzhi said, "If we can't live together in the middle, we can break up. I still say that I won't get into any more entanglements."

Fu Rong smiled slightly: "No, I won't go with you."

He simply refused.

This answer is expected.

Zhou Muzhi struggled for a moment: "Are you thinking about it again?"

"I am less than twenty years old, and I cannot entrust my life to anyone." She said, "Muzhi, we are still young, you have to stand firm, and so do I. I will not follow you."