Feng Gu Qiao nodded as usual, and said to Feng's mother: "If my dad can show up as soon as I get home, it will be strange." ”

Chinese food eaten at one meal, the rules of the family, the first meal of the wind and dust, must eat all Chinese food, and can not be shirked, whether you want to eat it or not, in the end you have to eat a few bites meaningfully.

Feng Guqiao has always been very good at feeding, even if the tired arms are not arms, and the legs are not legs, in order to sleep more comfortably, she also ate a bowl of rice more than usual, Feng's mother saw it, smiled and hated her, saying that she ate a lot, and she was not afraid of growing into a big fat man.

Feng Gu Qiao smiled and coquettishly, and before he could talk a few more words, he was urged by Feng's mother to hurry upstairs to rest.

After coming out of the shower, Feng Guqiao was going to call Wu Yanjue before going to bed, but he didn't want to receive a strange missed text message.

She clicked on it suspiciously, and there was such a paragraph inside: [I heard that you came to the United States, do you have time tomorrow?] Let's meet. ]

The letter was not signed, Feng Gu Qiao leaned on the bedside and her eyes fell on the screen that had been darkened, because she only went back to the United States during the winter and summer vacations because of school, and she did not have many friends in the United States, and she generally used email for contact, and there were very few people who knew her mobile phone number.

Could it be that it's Concubine Sun Song?

Since the connection was cut off, she has only heard people say that she went abroad, she doesn't even know which country, even if there are people who know, a little bit of eyes will not be in front of her stubble, occasionally she will think of her, just remember the past and then put it down, in the past six months, I have not cared about her half of the news.

She had just gotten off the plane, and she was surprised to know at such a speed, no matter how she knew it.

Feng Gu Qiao rubbed his temples, dropped the stubble, and called Wu Yanjue, who seemed to be still working, and no one answered after a long time, and when he turned to the system mechanical English, Feng Gu Qiao hung up, and after thinking about it, he wanted to send him a fresh and refined text message that would boast about his thoughts.

At the end, she finally got to the point, telling him that she had arrived, and that she didn't need to go back to Yunyun and so on, so she yawned and reluctantly turned off her phone.

Downstairs, Feng's mother asked Bian Yisheng: "Didn't you go to Yancheng to see your sister a few days ago, how do you think she and Yanjue get along?" ”

"Okay." Bian Yisheng flipped through the magazines he picked up casually and replied casually.

Feng Mu didn't think much about it, she only understood as before, she gathered her shawl, picked up the flower tea on the table and took a sip, before she said: "I know your sister's temperament, and only Yanjue can get used to her." ”

"After this year, I will be eighteen years old, and in another half a year, I will become an adult."

When Feng's mother said this, the more she thought about it, the more she had a headache, "No, I have to tell her well, so that she can pay attention to Yanjue, and it will always be like what she used to call and linger." ”

Bian Yisheng raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, although Feng Gu Qiao was a little pampered in private, he was a little playful, and he might be a little presumptuous to Wu Yanjue, but he felt that girls should be like this, and it was not impossible to occasionally mess around and drink pleasantly, it could only be said that Feng Guqiao was too fussful, not to mention that now Feng Gu Qiao's heart was eager to pick it up on Wu Yanjue, it was too late to stick to it, it was too little to treat him one hundred and twenty, how could it be the same as before.

"I looked at Yan Jue a few days ago, I haven't seen him this year, he seems to have grown taller than last year, but he can't be grown, at most to 1.87 meters, otherwise it's too tall and not good-looking."

"Auntie, didn't you see if An An grew tall?" Bian Yisheng couldn't hear her nagging Wu Yanjue, that kid, and coolly diverted the topic.

Feng's mother's attention was brought over at once, and she wondered: "Don't say it, why doesn't your sister grow tall, it's strange." ”

Bian Yisheng lifted his eyelids lightly, and finally didn't bother to speak, lowering his eyes and continuing to flip through the magazine in his hand.