Ten fingers connected to the heart, that name has actually been carved in the bottom of his heart, so clear, so profound.

Yan Ziqing stopped talking, he knew that the education Feng Hao had received since he was a child was a standard Feng family heir type education, and the honor of the family, the family tradition and the continuation of the family were what the Feng family heir had to maintain.

"It's fine, just engaged. Are you trying to soothe Grandma's heart? How many rings are you going to wear?"

"I won't give the ring to a second woman again. ”

"Hehe, then Li Wanqing is really in love with you? she doesn't even have a ring, and she is willing to get engaged to you?"

Feng Hao was silent, standing there motionless for a long time, Li Wanqing was not interested in whether he really loved him at all, he was only afraid that Xia Yucheng would really withdraw if he found out.

Although she had promised to take a step back for him, at that time, he had not proposed to her. Subconsciously, he began to fiddle with the ring again, pressing it vigorously round and round.

The men of the Feng family can get what they want, but love. Therefore, the heads of the family in the past have hardly opened their hearts to women, they are cold-blooded, cold-blooded, and have no love.

And the woman next to them is tailored to the needs of the family, and she will pay a qiē for them. They admire their husbands, regardless of anything in return or in return.

His uncle Feng He set a precedent and moved his heart, but the ending was unsatisfactory.

Now that it's his turn, he didn't even think about wanting anything, as long as Xia Yucheng, he took her far away and lived the life they wanted.

But who are the Feng family and the many people who live under the protection of the Feng family going to be lost?

He is not like Yan Ziqing, he has brothers, a vast life, and a huge Feng family, he is lonely, so he is crazy and wants to hold Xia Yucheng firmly.

He doesn't want a puppet wife, he just wants a lover, a lover who can accompany him for the rest of his life.

Furrowed frowning, he suddenly realized that he was not omnipotent, but very incompetent.

Is this still him? Wind Horse, Wind Lord......

……

In the evening, Feng Hao drank a lot of wine when he had dinner with Yan Ziqing, and later went to the bar and poured a lot of wine. The wine was sad, and Feng Hao, who was rarely drunk, finally got himself drunk as he wished.

Back at the Feng Mansion, Zhu Huan and Leng Lingtian helped Feng Hao out of the car, Yan Ziqing was slightly drunk, and he was too drunk to do it.

"You go and send Yan Sanshao back to his room. Zhu Huan said to Leng Lingtian.

"Got it!" Leng Lingtian carefully let go of Feng Hao, beckoned someone to come over, and a man hurriedly took over to support Feng Hao.

When he arrived in the inner courtyard, Zhu Huan helped Feng Hao, who was already drunk, to the house and let him lie on the tatami mat that had been laid with a quilt.

"What's wrong with your lord?" asked Muzi in surprise as she looked at Feng Hao, who was sleeping on the tatami mat.

"Drunk!"

"Are you drunk? how is it possible? Will adults get drunk?" Muzi felt even more strange, knowing that Feng Hao had never been so drunk, let alone appeared in front of them in such a way.

Fujiwara Xiang, who got the news, hurried over with Li Wanqing, looking at the drunk and unconscious Feng Hao, and couldn't help but blame Zhu Huan repeatedly: "How do you do things? When did an adult become so ignorant of self-love? You don't persuade him, you should know how many bottles of wine he has to pour if he wants to get drunk, and if something happens, can you be responsible?"

Zhu Huan lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

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