novelraw Chapter 555: Things Often Go Against Wishes
Chapter 555: Things Often Go Against Wishes
The voice was soft and sticky, as if still murmuring in the midst of a dream.Feng Huaijin sat beside her, responding softly: "Hmm."
She didn’t know what kind of dream she was having; her brows gradually furrowed, and she clutched the corner of his clothing tightly, not letting go, calling his name: "Feng Huaijin..."
"Hmm."
She couldn’t help but call his name in her dream.
Every time she called, he would answer.
Su Li felt this dream was a bit like... a nightmare.
In the dream, Tuanzi also appeared, excitedly darting towards Feng Huaijin, holding onto him, wanting to be lifted up high.
"High—high—"
Feng Huaijin held Little Tuantuan, tossing him up to the sky and catching him again; Su Li nervously watched from the side.
After tossing him up several times, suddenly Feng Huaijin put some strength into it, and threw hard.
Tuanzi shot into the sky like a meteor, disappearing.
Feng Huaijin stood with hands on his hips, laughing heartily: "Finally gone."
Su Li was so anxious that she broke out in a sweat, startled awake, seeing Feng Huaijin sitting beside her, holding a handkerchief.
"I’m going back!" Su Li slapped away his hand, angrily threw those words, put on her shoes and ran off.
Feng Huaijin: "..."
Feng Huaijin’s expression changed slightly; could it be she noticed that he couldn’t resist while she was asleep...
Damn, wasn’t she dead asleep?
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Su Li left the Ao Shi Group, her brain blown by the wind, and her anger from the dream dissipated instantly.
Why did she have such a strange dream? Feng Huaijin throwing Tuanzi into the sky...
Su Li pat her cheek in frustration, wondering how Tuanzi and the others were doing spending New Year’s Eve?
She heard they had the New Year’s Eve dinner at noon?
In the Feng Family dining room, except for the sound of chopsticks hitting bowls, it was extremely quiet.
Compared to the lively atmosphere in other families during the Spring Festival, this place felt like a big ice cellar.
The only child, Tuanzi, wore new clothes, quietly eating with his small hands holding the chopsticks, not uttering a word.
Suddenly, a repressed coughing sound came from the dining table, and Tuanzi immediately looked over, dropping his chopsticks in fright.
"Is Uncle King’s health still bad? Should we call a doctor to take a look?" Tuanzi asked, anxiously looking at the man sitting beside him.
King’s complexion was akin to the winter snow outside; he shook his head gently, reassuring: "I’m fine."
The man in the main seat put down his chopsticks, got up and left, tossing a remark: "King, see the doctor more often. Things done too aggressively often backfire."
King’s eyes darkened slightly.
Sitting beside him, Feng Huaimu laughed upon hearing this, placed a piece of fish in Tuanzi’s bowl, saying: "Every year, have fish."
Tuanzi felt that after the bad uncle left, the New Year’s Eve dinner tasted much better, and he ate until his little belly was round and full.
Feng Huaimu squatted down to make eye contact with Tuanzi, asking: "Tuanzi, would you like to take a walk outside with Uncle to help digest?"
Tuanzi liked his Uncle Feng Huaimu, was about to nod but heard the stifled cough from beside him.
Tuanzi apologetically said: "Forget it, Uncle, I better take care of Uncle King; he rarely comes to the Feng Family."
Tuanzi held King’s cold hand, leading him to his room, saying as he walked: "Uncle King, the Feng Family doesn’t have a bedroom for you, go lie down on Tuanzi’s small bed to rest."
"Tuanzi."
The man coughed and called him.
Tuanzi turned his head in confusion to look at King, "What’s wrong, Uncle King?"
His lips were somewhat pale, but he smiled and said: "Wish your mom a ’Happy New Year’ on my behalf."