Fenghua's amazing intuition was telling her.

The boy seemed to have almost sharp hostility towards Xu's father and mother.

This sharp hostility is hidden under the skin, wrapped in and softened by its warm and harmless shell, and cannot be easily seen.

However, when Xu Xu met Xu's father and mother who suddenly arrived, the cold reaction of that moment did not hide it from Fenghua's eyes.

Although the boy was still smiling slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were still soft, and he looked so well-behaved and beautiful, like a doll in the palm of an adult.

Beautiful, but soulless.

He perfectly hides his truest self.

Fenghua couldn't help but frown slightly, and her thoughts were changing.

Xu's father and mother did not consider the boys who pretended to love and valued others, and ignored them or were indifferent to others after them, as if...

Feng Hua thought about it carefully and only received half of the interruption, which belonged to the few memories of the promise.

It seems that there is no permission to have too many scenes of intersection with Xu's father and mother.

Xu’s father and mother rarely appear in Xu’s house. Every month, they come back is just a routine. They draw out their few fatherly love and motherly love and care for Xu Nuo, a sick and physically ill biological daughter.

Let's not mention the amount of sincerity they have with them, they seem to really regard the license as an invisible person.

I just ignore it. With a teenage mentality, I should not be hostile to them, right?

There must be some hidden inside story inside, maybe it is in Xu Nuo’s other half of his memory...

Thinking of this, Fenghua suddenly realized—

It seems that at the beginning, Xun was also guarded, vigilant, and hostile towards her... no, it should be said that it was Xun, and he was also prepared, vigilant, and hostile.

"Nuo Nuo, what's wrong with you? You're often distracted while eating?"

A voice of concern suddenly sounded in my ears, pulling back Fenghua's thoughts.

Xu's mother was etiquette perfectly like a noble white swan sitting on the dining table, and the dazzling light of the crystal lamp sprinkled on her slightly raised neck skin.

It was such a graceful and elegant lady who served a bowl of soup with her own hands and put it to Fenghua's hand, and said softly:

"This is the soup that Mommy ordered the kitchen to make a special trip for you. I heard it is good for the heart, so I'll drink it while it's hot."

If someone else was treated like this by Xu's mother, she would have been frightened and panicked, but Her Majesty the Queen would accept it happily.

Silk hand held a small gold-painted porcelain cup, put it on her lips and took a sip. The hot air scattered upwards and swelled upwards.

It seemed as if a layer of white mist was lingering in front of my eyes, blurring my vision.

Through this faint blur, Fenghua saw the young man standing alone, with a delicate face beside his bright red lips, and a faint cool sarcasm between his lower eyebrows and lowered eyes, as if there was nothing.

...

After dinner, Xu's father and mother asked Fenghua's body with concern, and then let her go back to the room.

The two of them went upstairs, not the bedroom they went to, but the study. In fact, the couple who looked good and looked good and lived in a long time, and there was no trace of popularity in the bedroom.

When going to the study, it is naturally a matter of talking about things.

The door is closed.

Xu's mother's kindness in front of Fenghua immediately disappeared, and she changed into a arrogant and cold face.

The arrogant and cold lady sat down on the sofa in the study, raised her legs gracefully, took out a lady's cigarette and lit one.

"When are you going to do it?"

The faint coolness and a hint of elegant and arrogant voice was breathed out slowly with a mouthful of white smoke rings.
Chapter completed!