Feng Changmo is good at everything, but he is a little short, of course, this does not rule out the possibility that he is young and is still rising.

But the problem is that Feng Changmo is not as tall as her.

Qiao Mingyue took a deep breath, if it weren't for Miss Ning's choppy breasts, she really would have to wonder if the person in front of her would be a woman disguised as a man.

The pavilion owner's wife patted her son's hand and asked him to pick him up.

Then the two of them stood together, Qiao Mingyue couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Feng Changmo looked up at the woman in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly greeted Uncle Ning in his heart, even if he wanted to marry his daughter himself, should he consider his height? !

The pavilion owner's wife was very satisfied, looked at Miss Ning, as if she had regarded her as her daughter-in-law, and hurriedly beckoned her to go inside.

Although Feng Changmo said that he was complaining, he still took a deep breath very calmly on his face, and then bowed slightly to Miss Ning, and said softly: "...... Ning"

Before Feng Changmo could speak, Miss Ning clenched her fists and waved towards his face.

Probably because it happened too suddenly, Feng Changmo didn't have time to react.

Fortunately, Qiao Mingyue quickly grabbed her hand, and asked with a question, "Miss Ning, isn't this right?" ”

I don't know if Qiao Mingyue was wrong, she seemed to see this Miss Ning glaring at her with disgust, and when she took a closer look, her gaze had already moved away.

Feng Changmo was stunned for a long time, and also understood that Miss Ning wanted to beat him, although he didn't know where he provoked her, but Feng Changmo still nodded very hard, can't you say anything well? Why hit him?

The corners of Miss Ning's mouth behind the tulle raised slightly, "Okay." ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and when Feng Changmo was about to say something, Miss Ning suddenly stretched out a hand and slapped it on Feng Changmo's face, so fast, it didn't look like something that a weak woman could do at all.

Feng Changmo was stunned all of a sudden, and the delicate skin on his face immediately became red and swollen, which shows how much force this Miss Ning used.

With tears in the corners of his eyes, he asked aggrievedly, "Why are you beating me?" ”

Qiao Mingyue walked to Feng Changmo's side and wanted to check the injuries on his face, but suddenly heard Miss Ning sobbing, with tears in her eyes, looking at the two of them with a look that caught her in bed.

Her reaction was really too spiritual, so that everyone's eyes had to be on the two of them.

In Qiao Mingyue's opinion, the examination of the injury was very serious, but in the eyes of others, it became an intention to swear sovereignty in front of Miss Ning, the bride who had not passed through the door.

Qiao Mingyue felt bad, and asked tentatively, "What does Miss Ning's eyes mean?" ”

It would be better if she didn't speak, as soon as she asked here, Miss Ning actually began to hide her face and cry, her voice was really a little low, and Qiao Mingyue faintly felt a little familiar.

"You, what is the relationship between the two of you?"

Qiao Mingyue knew that the problem appeared on this, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she hurriedly said: "I worshipped the pavilion master's wife as a godmother, and I only thought Changmo was my younger brother." ”

Miss Ning stared at her suspiciously, and then at Feng Changmo, who was hiding behind Qiao Mingyue, still skeptical.

The pavilion owner's wife hurriedly came out of the round, "Child, you really misunderstood, I won't hide it from you, I had this plan to let the two of them marry before you came, but my goddaughter didn't like it, so she became my daughter." ”

As soon as she came out to reconcile, Miss Ning breathed a long sigh of relief, and nodded sensibly and sensibly, "I am willing to believe what Madame said." ”

I don't know if it's Qiao Mingyue's illusion, she always feels that this Miss Ning is very hostile to her, oh, maybe it can't be said to be hostility, but vinegar.

Qiao Mingyue was unconsciously admired, love is really a great thing, since the two people are so different in size, it can also make this Miss Ning have a deep affection for Changmo.

She thought, maybe this is really due to fate? Maybe Feng Changmo's marriage has indeed arrived.

She can be regarded as having received a lot of favors from Feng Changmo, so she naturally wants to help.

It seems that I have to find time to explain to this Miss Ning tonight, so as to save some unnecessary misunderstandings.

……

That night, the night was as cool as water.

Qiao Mingyue knocked on the Fenglin Garden where Miss Ning temporarily lived in the night wind.

After knocking for a while, no one came out to open the door, but this was not difficult for Qiao Mingyue.

She turned over and sat on the wall, but just happened to see Miss Ning sitting under the huge maple tree in the courtyard.

Looking at the distance between her and the door, Qiao Mingyue was sure that he must have heard a knock on the door, but he didn't open it for her.

This can be regarded as a disgrace for her.

Qiao Mingyue thought about it for a while, and felt that this Miss Ning was just jealous, and there were no other major problems, so she didn't want to worry about her in general.

She leaned on the wall and watched for a while, and suddenly heard Miss Ning say in a deep voice: "Since my sister has arrived, why do you need to be a gentleman on the beam?" Why don't you come down and have a drink with me? ”

Now that it has been discovered, there is no need for Qiao Mingyue to continue to hide.

She jumped from the wall, the night was dark and the wind was high, she didn't pay attention to the stone under her feet, she stepped on the stone carelessly, her body staggered, and she almost fell.

Miss Ning, who was still in a leisurely and complacent posture, stood up suddenly, and subconsciously cared: "How is it, are you okay?" Did it hurt anywhere? ”

"......" Qiao Mingyue looked at Miss Ning with a distressed face, feeling a little strange.

At noon, her eyes were still eager to skin her and cramp, why did she almost fall now, but he was full of genuine concern for her?

Besides, she could see that Miss Ning's worries didn't seem to be pretending.

Realizing that her behavior was a little out of line, Miss Ning coughed a few times in embarrassment, and then sat back in her chair.

Qiao Mingyue patted the leaves and dust on her skirt, and slowly walked to Miss Ning's side.

"Miss Ning, it's been a big night, are you still masked?"

Miss Ning was stunned for a moment, pulled the veil on her face with a little weakness, and explained in a sullen voice: "I have bad skin and am a little afraid of the wind. ”

"Well, if you can put such a thick rouge on your face, I'm afraid your temper should be very good, right?"

She felt more and more that this Miss Ning didn't look normal, and that familiar feeling became more and more profound.

Qiao Mingyue felt that there seemed to be only a veil between herself and the truth, but it was not very certain where this veil was now.