Transformed into Little Fubao, known as the Little Expert in Pitfalls

Yes, just like now, you two father and daughter can quarrel as much as you want!

The louder the noise, the better!

Ye Qingqing secretly hoped that their father-daughter relationship would break down because of this.

But she was still disappointed...

No matter how he tried to sow discord, although Feng Jianguo scolded his daughter Feng Ruru, he would regret it every time when he finished scolding and waited until no one was around.

She is not reconciled!

I am unwilling to accept the existence of troublemaker Feng Ruru.

After so many years, I finally made it through.

I hope that this pregnancy will be a boy, an heir to the Feng family, who will then be able to gain a foothold in the Feng family.

She doesn't want to be gossiped about anymore!

It would be best if all those who are in the way and an eyesore disappear as quickly as possible.

Ye Qingqing cursed viciously in her heart, but her hands did not slow down at all. She stepped forward and supported Feng Jianguo with one hand, and with the other hand, she stroked Feng Jianguo's chest and abdominal muscles, soothing him from top to bottom, and said to Feng Ruru:

"Ruru, it's fine that you usually go against me, but why do you do this to your father as well? What should I do if he gets mad at me? You're such a grown-up, but you're still so troublesome. Can't you understand a little bit?"

Feng Ru Ru felt very guilty at first, thinking that she had spoken too harshly to her father and should have been gentler. After all, her father was a blind man who couldn't see clearly what kind of person was lying beside him... But in the end, her father was her relative, a direct blood relative, incomparable to anyone else. Except for her mother, her father was the most important person to her.

But, somehow?

She just couldn't control her temper. She regretted every time she had a quarrel with her father. But every time she wanted to apologize, she saw the loving scenes of her father Feng Jianguo and the vicious mistress Ye Qingqing, and she felt sad and forgot the original intention of apologizing.

.........

At that moment, Feng Ruru couldn't bear it anymore, she asked directly in a stern voice: "How am I ignorant? Isn't what I said true? Aren't you a mistress, Aunt Ye? Didn't you take advantage of the quarrel between my father and my mother?"

Ye Qingqing hated it most when others brought up the fact that she was a mistress. Even though she hated it to death, she pretended to be a weak and frail little white flower who couldn't take care of herself.

Ye Qingqing had a face like a bodhisattva, tears in her eyes that were about to fall. She said aggrievedly: "Jianguo, look at her..."

Feng Jianguo was overwhelmed. If he leaned towards this, that wouldn't work. If he leaned towards that, that wouldn't work.

Women are always busy and easily cause conflicts. It's better for my daughter to live in school, so that the house can be quieter. Qingqing is pregnant, so I can't be angry all the time.

On the other hand, his daughter Feng Ru Ru has a similar temper to him as a father, both of them are stubborn and get angry easily. When they are together, they always quarrel and are too embarrassed to apologize to each other. If they live in school for a while and have some distance, they may not be like this anymore...

Let’s just do it this way!

Feng Jianguo felt relieved, but said calmly: "You don't have to argue with your Aunt Ye anymore. If you want to live in the school, then go ahead and stay as long as you want. It's up to you."

Suddenly, I had the idea that girls are no longer under the control of their fathers when they grow up!

Feng Ru Ru was disheartened. Her father had really changed towards her and no longer loved her as much as he did when she was a child.

When she was a child, she rode on her father's head to cross the high bridge, and also rode on her father's back to play "driving, driving"... horse riding games. The scenes at that time seemed like yesterday... In the blink of an eye, they were like bubbles, which disappeared with a gentle blow.