The weather was fine, it was the fifth sunny day after the last rainstorm.

Feng Xiran looked through today's schedule, helped her husband get the suit and tie he was going to wear today, and then turned into the kitchen to cook a delicate and delicious breakfast for his lover.

Today her mood is not too high.

"Qingguang, Ruirui, it's time for breakfast."

Feng Xiran put three identical breakfasts on the table in turn.

The hour hand had just passed seven o'clock, and father and son walked down the spiral staircase on time.

Meng Qingguang let go of her five-year-old son, habitually pulled Feng Xiran into her arms, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

The son has long been accustomed to the stickiness of the two of them, and he doesn't care about being stuffed with this mouthful of dog food early in the morning.

Feng Xiran winked at her husband and asked playfully, "I can see your 'best friend' in the afternoon, how do you feel?" ”

Meng Qingguang was stunned for a moment, and understood the little Jiujiu in his wife's heart, he calmly looked directly into his wife's eyes, and asked softly, "Is Mrs. Meng free today?" My dear friend asked me to ask you for a cup of tea. ”

"It's a great honor." The woman laughed slowly.

Feng Xiran didn't like Du Xianjun.

No woman wants her husband to have a friend of the opposite sex who is very important.

Yes, Meng Qingguang values her.

Feng Xiran knew that he shouldn't eat this jealousy, because the eyes of these two people were so open, they were really just friends, and there was no ambiguity.

The exchange between the two stopped at the New Year's Eve text message, and it has been two years since they last met.

According to Feng Xiran's understanding of Du Xianjun, that woman is a workaholic, she serves as the director of a scientific research institute under Uncle Seven, and she has never had a boyfriend for so many years, as if she was born without this trick.

Feng Xiran thought many times that if he had known him earlier than Du Xianjun, maybe in that case, there would not be that woman involved in his life.

But life can't be repeated.

After all, she still missed Meng Qingguang's more youthful youth.

This regret, no matter how much sweetness they had later, could not be filled.

……

Lan Shuying glanced at her watch.

There was still half a minute before the agreed time, and Meng Qingguang happened to appear at the door of the teahouse, and Feng Xiran was standing beside him.

She waved at them.

Feng Xiran's thoughts, she was a little clear, because she needed to stay in the city for a day, and when she thought that the two of them lived here, she made an appointment.

The couple ordered the tea with the right taste, Feng Xiran was the first to speak, and said politely: "Xianjun is a rare guest, I have always heard that Uncle Seventh values you very much, and we know that you are busy with work, and we are embarrassed to bother you, I haven't seen each other for two years." ”

Lan Shuying took a sip of tea, didn't care about the prickly in her words, and said lightly: "Grandpa's funeral, the seventh master gave a few days off, I went back to take a look, and I will go back to the office tomorrow." ”

Du Xianjun's grandfather is the old man Zhang who went to the restaurant a few years ago to make trouble, he has reached the end of his life, there is no disease and no disaster, and he died of natural causes.

Old man Zhang didn't leave much inheritance, just a few houses and a few acres of land, which made the three brothers fight. She just went back to see, with the "friendship" of the two families, she didn't care about this kind of thing at all, as long as she pressed the three brothers and didn't make too much trouble.

Meng Qingguang is much more cheerful than before, with the charm of a mature man in her conversation, and her eyes are full of happiness when she mentions his wife and children, which is Feng Xiran's credit.

The three of them also talked about Feng Wanwan.

Among the masters of the Feng family, the seventh master is the pillar of the Feng family, but in the eyes of ordinary people who don't know the truth, the most frequent appearance is usually Feng Wanwan's father.

"Uncle was gone last year, and Sister Wanwan didn't have a good time."

Feng Xiran said this more tactfully.

But in a place like the Feng family, Feng Wanwan is not strong enough, and she has lost her only backing, how is her life, this is a question that does not need to be asked.

Lan Shuying nodded and didn't say anything more.

The male protagonist did not combine with the female protagonist, she also kept Du Xianjun's jade, and lived a life that met the expectations of the Du family, even if she left now, it was completely fine, and she didn't have to worry about Feng Wanwan anymore, she couldn't get up.

In the evening, the nanny of the Meng family led a lively and lovely boy to the table.

Facing the boy's curious eyes, Lan Shuying smiled: "This is Rui Rui, right?" The last time I saw it in a hurry, I heard that the child was at Grandpa Han's place at the time, and this was the first time I saw it. ”

She handed over a meeting gift, and the child liked it very much, and soon called Aunt Du very affectionately.

Meng Qingguang thought that she didn't want to get married and have children, and originally wanted her to marry Rui Rui, but when they were all old in the future, Rui Rui could also do his filial piety. But he caught a glimpse of the unhidden vigilance in his wife's eyes, so he swallowed back the words and naturally moved on to other topics.

"Uncle Du has been in good health lately, right?"

"It's very good, I rescued a girl who accidentally fell into the water in the park a while ago, and he can talk to the girl's mother very well." Lan Shuying pursed her lips and smiled.

Lao Du has been lonely for many years, but it can be regarded as having the meaning of germinating a second spring.

Over the years, they have long given up looking for Du's mother, only as if she was running away with money.

She doesn't want this family, and she doesn't want a stable life, and the mother and son have nothing to say, seeing that the woman used to take care of the housework in the Du family, and gave birth to an excellent daughter to the old Du family, they gave up recovering the stolen money, and barely reconciled with the past.

Perhaps because the impression left on him by this marriage was too gloomy, Lao Du did not plan to remarry, and Grandma Du persuaded him several times, but she did not mention it again when she saw that he had a firm intention.

Grandma Du and Old Man Han have a lot of topics, and the Han family and the Feng family are considered to have an in-law relationship because of the couple in front of them, Lan Shuying works for Feng Qiye, and there are usually a lot of things, she can't rest assured that the old man is in Rong County, because the distance is too far to take care of it.

In the end, it was Mr. Han who came forward to invite, and Grandma Du herself was willing to retire in the Han family's manor, so she has been living there.

Hearing what Lan Shuying meant, the couple began to laugh, Rui Rui didn't understand, and they also clapped their hands.

The conversation was strong, so I simply ordered some food in this teahouse, and after dinner, the group came out and broke up under the street lamp.

Watching the woman get into the taxi and leave freely, Feng Xiran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little vinegar bun."

Meng Qingguang wrapped her hand in her palm, "Mrs. Meng, it's time for us to go home too." ”

"Qingguang ......" Feng Xiran suddenly felt a little embarrassed, rubbing his arm with his forehead, "Do you think that I don't trust you......"

"No, it won't." Meng Qingguang replied without thinking.

He held his beloved wife in one hand and the crystallization of their love in the other, walking in the evening breeze, and the feeling of being content with everything swelled in his heart.

"I am grateful to her, I admire her, and I did want to monopolize her when I was young."

Feng Xiran's breathing became a little shorter.

"Fool, that's in the past, it's not about love. Don't worry anymore, okay? He clenched his hand, "You are my world." ”

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