When Feng Beiling appeared with Fang Yishui, Chen Yanling was congratulating Old Man Feng on his birthday.

"Grandpa Feng likes calligraphy and painting, I can't draw, so I wrote a word. It's not well written, Grandpa Feng doesn't laugh at me. ”

The paper roll unfolded, and the beautiful font jumped in front of me, and the pleasant ink fragrance went straight to the nose.

Blessing is like the East China Sea, and Shoubi Nanshan.

The eight words are like clouds of smoke, and the clouds and flowing water are calm and not scattered, and the rules are measured, which is pleasing to the eye.

Sure enough, the old man smiled and let her take it closer and savor it, and kept boasting in his mouth: "Yan Ling girl is versatile, this painting is written like a breeze out of her sleeves, like a bright moon in her arms......"

Before he finished speaking, the old lady interrupted him with a smile: "I am embarrassed by these incomprehensible words again, as soon as I say it, it will be endless, and the banquet will be held soon."

Old Man Feng was not angry, and was so happy that he asked someone to put away the painting.

Fang Yishui half-bowed his head after entering the door, and smiled politely and politely.

She observed with her spare eyes, the layout is more open than a five-star hotel, the decoration is splendid, and some of the Roman pillars in the hall are carved with double dragons and playing with pearls, and some are dragons and phoenixes.

Heroism!

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, her poor imagination would not have been able to paint such a scene.

"Abei is back!"

The crowd shouted at some point, and all eyes were on them.

Fang Yishui was a little uncomfortable, still half-bowing his head, and shyly greeted them with a small bow.

Feng Beiling naturally took her hand and interlocked his fingers. At that moment, Fang Yishui's fingers were numb, and he glanced at his hand with some uneasiness.

After Chen Yanling saw his movements, she felt uncomfortable. Her gaze fell on Fang Yishui's face again, and she stiffened unnaturally.

It's really her, Xiang Late! Why does she stay ghostly!

"Dad, Mom, this is Wanwan." Feng Beiling led the person to the second elder, and when he looked sideways at Fang Yishui, his eyes were full of spoiling.

All the attention of the second elder was attracted by Fang Yishui.

The temperament that appears from head to toe on her body is inseparable from purity, innocence, innocence, innocence, simplicity, innocence...... It's not an exaggeration to use it on her.

"Hello uncle, good aunt. Uncle, I wish you a good year and a good day, and you will always be healthy, healthy and safe. ”

With a ruddy complexion, she looked a little reserved, and her voice was soft and soft, but her demeanor was very generous.

Old Man Feng looked happy and looked at her several times. So much so that when Feng Ziyang gave the gift, he didn't use his eyes to look carefully.

Feng Ziyang was originally excited to start a show of the picture scroll, but after waiting for a long time, he couldn't get half of the attention, so he interjected without a hint: "I saw my uncle take her to try on the wedding dress two days ago, isn't it a good thing?"

The second elder looked at Feng Beiling in surprise, he hadn't heard him mention this matter, did he plan to cut it first and then play it?

Feng Beiling looked at Feng Ziyang with a smile: "Today is Dad's birthday, don't let me steal the limelight with Wanwan." Dad, Mom, I'll tell you later, everyone is here, don't let the guests wait for a long time. ”

Today, in addition to the close relatives and distant relatives of the Feng family, there are also some people who have business cooperation with the Feng family.

There are many people talking, and it is really not suitable to talk about this in public.

Old Man Feng nodded immediately, but the old lady glanced at Feng Ziyang with dissatisfaction and signaled him not to talk nonsense.

Feng Zi was so angry that he wanted to tear the picture scroll, thinking that it was auctioned at a high price, but he was not willing to do it.

Next is Feng Beiling's commonplace staggering, everyone came to congratulate the old man Feng in twos and threes, and the two sons of the Feng family worked for him when toasting, and later Feng Ming pushed all the toasts to Feng Beiling on the grounds that his body could not bear it.

Feng Beiling responded meekly on his face, but his eyes were cold and cold.

Fang Yishui was eating quietly beside him, and everything was in his eyes.

"Where is Wanwan from? What did your parents do? Feng Lanxin sat diagonally opposite Fang Yishui, glanced at the old lady when she was almost eating, and began to talk to Fang Yishui.

Feng Beiling was drinking with someone, and took the time to glance at Fang Yishui: "Sister, what about you check the household registration?" I'll have a good talk with my parents later. ”

"Talk casually, what are you so nervous about?"

"My family is timid every night, don't scare her. When I got back from work, I was reluctant to talk to her loudly. ”

Feng Lanxin glanced at Fang Yishui: "Can you be scared if you have a loud voice?" How can you do it if you're so weak? ”

Feng Beiling sat down and took Fang Yishui's hand with a smile: "This is a treasure that I finally obtained, I cherish her and love her, it doesn't mean that she is afraid of even a louder voice." My sister is used to being strong in the business field, and she is an old husband and wife with her brother-in-law, so I'm afraid that I have forgotten how I felt when I fell in love, and I don't blame you. ”

said something sincerely, but Feng Lanxin crooked his mouth angrily: "You! ”

"Alright, alright. Ah Bei, your sister also cares about you, but she is not interested in asking if she is talking about friends. The old lady glanced at Fang Yishui as she spoke, and looked at her kindly after a second, "Wanwan, you don't mind, right?" ”

Fang Yishui shook his head flatteredly, stood up crampedly, and said, "Auntie, I understand." I came from an ordinary family, and my mother passed away a long time ago. ”

"What about your dad?" This sentence was asked by Feng Ming, and it was a little abrupt.

Fang Yishui pursed his lips and looked at the desktop, pausing for half a second: "It's dead." ”

Her voice was a little cold, but the way she bit her lower lip and red eyes was really distressing, and she automatically ignored her sudden change in tone.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body came over uneasily and shouted at her: "Yishui! I know I can't live up to your mother and daughter, but you don't have to curse me to death! ”

Fang Yishui's hand hanging under the table trembled, this voice, who is it not her father Fang Changde?