Chapter 943

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Sima Changfeng was very helpless. He could almost recite what his father would say next.

This long lecture comes almost every few days.

Who knows, the father unexpectedly does not act according to the common sense to play cards, usually must say those words suddenly choked back.

"Changfeng, Chu Yu, does he know your identity?"

Sima Changfeng shook his head: "I don't know whether he knows, I didn't say it, he didn't ask. If he knows Sima family well, he should be able to guess my identity, but if he doesn't know much, it's hard to say."

The head of Sima's family nodded: "I know. You can learn from others when you have time. Don't always think about playing when you have such a good chance."

Sima Changfeng nodded his head and rubbed the painful Temple helplessly, sighed: "I know, Dad, what's your terrible place, do you know?"

The head of Sima family did not understand: "what is it?"

Sima Changfeng took a step back and said with a smile, "nag, NAG more than my mother, I really doubt whether your superior is a daughter-in-law."

The master of Sima's family blew his beard and stared. He jumped up and chased his son, shouting and beating. Sima Changfeng dodged flexibly.

At this time, a middle-aged woman with a good face came over and called out to them, "how old are you, both of you? You are so noisy in public that you can be seen by others. We Sima mansion have no rules."

Sima Changfeng ran to his mother's side to avoid, and said with a smile: "Niang, don't blame me for that. If you don't say anything, your father will beat me. You have to decide for me."

Madame Sima looked at him and asked, "what's on your forehead?"

She put out her hand to her son's forehead, and some sticky things were stuck on her fingers.

Sima Changfeng also reached out and found that there were many dark yellow sticky substances on his fingers.

"What is this? Where did it come from? " He himself is also a circle, how could this thing be on his hands and face?

The head of the Sima family took a look at Sima Changfeng's hand and asked, "what do you feel for yourself?"

What did you touch? He thought about it. He had just played the piano. Before he played the piano, he only touched Chu Yu, put his arms around his waist, held his shoulders and picked up his nose.

When I thought of pinching his nose at that time, I did feel some sticky hands. Is this something on Chuyu's face?

"What do you think of?" Asked the head of Sima family.

He told the truth: "Chu Yu was drunk, and it was his turn to play. I pinched his nose to wake him up, as if it was something on his nose." He turned to his mother and asked, "Niang, what do you usually wipe on your face, is this style?"

Mrs. Sima shook her head and said, "of course not, but this kind of thing on your hand looks like easy to use paint."

The father and the son said in a different voice, "easy face?"

Mrs. Sima gave them a white look: "look at your fussy appearance. What's strange about Yi Rong? How many men and women in the Jianghu, because it's inconvenient to show their true colors, will wear human skin masks on their faces, completely cover their faces, or apply some special paint on their faces to cover up their skin color. "

Sima Changfeng thought of Chuyu's dark and yellow skin color, and that when he was changing clothes at the Qin shop, he ran into Chuyu's white neck and slender and delicate fingers when playing the piano. These skin colors were totally different from his face.