"Ah Bei, next Wednesday is your father's birthday, haven't you forgotten?" The old lady called Feng Beiling's phone, but she didn't dare to ask directly.

"Mom, as far as I remember, the gifts are all ready for Dad."

"That's good, you ...... Where? ”

Feng Beiling was still working overtime in the office, and went out for Fang Yishui at noon, delaying his work: "I'm still in the company, I'll go back when I'm done."

"How's that going to work? It's hard to talk about it...... the old lady covered her mouth and changed her words, "Wanwan is injured, how boring it is to stay alone in Qingfeng Villa." Work is never done, and you should take a good vacation to spend more time with her. ”

Feng Beiling frowned, and suddenly understood the purpose of his mother's call.

"Bring her back to us next Wednesday, you're not too young, and you're almost married." Before the end, she wanted Feng Ming to investigate Xiang Wan well, and not to make another Zheng Kexin.

Feng Beiling rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, and hung up the phone after a few perfunctory words.

On the other end of the phone, the old man Feng who was sitting in a wheelchair muttered dissatisfiedly: "If you want to get married, Chen Yanling's girl is the most suitable, you really can't figure it out!"

"I can't figure it out! Then Abei is willing to do it! Who doesn't like Yan Ling, she doesn't have to pick her family background, appearance, and education! Abei, you don't know about that! Xiang Wan, this girl can make him ...... Just like women well! ”

If you straighten it out, you may not be able to say who will really get married in the future!

When the old man heard this, he nodded thoughtfully......

In a blink of an eye, on Monday, Feng Beiling got off work early and returned to Qingfeng Villa to pick up Fang Yishui.

She was wearing a floral dress with a round neck and waist, with a half-ball hair, and the rest of her hair was permed and slightly curled.

Feng Beiling stared at it for a few seconds, seeing that Fang Yishui was a little embarrassed, he avoided his gaze and looked at the fat aunt next to him: "The fat aunt helped me get my hair."

"Well, it's good-looking, and it suits you perfectly."

The fat aunt laughed happily on the side, and when she saw Fang Yishui bowing her head, she pushed her to the passenger seat and sat in the back.

She is an old man who has worked in the Feng family for more than 30 years, and she went back with them today to celebrate her birthday.

After Feng Beiling started the car, he looked to the right, and suddenly leaned closer.

Fang Yishui was so nervous that he held his breath, and his back was close to the seat. Because of Aunt Fat's presence, she suppressed the alienating words she wanted to say.

Feng Beiling raised his right eyebrow amusedly, pulled the seat belt to help her fasten it. The movements were slow and orderly, and the forehead was close to her mouth.

After tying it, he looked up and saw that her face was indeed dyed with natural rouge.

He couldn't help but quip: "The air conditioning is too high?" His face was red. ”

“……”

The fat aunt sitting in the back smiled: "Wanwan, this girl is easy to be shy, with my light bulb, she is embarrassed."

After Feng Beiling heard this, he looked at Fang Yishui and smiled, and the atmosphere became even more ambiguous.

"Fat aunt......" Fang Yishui protested weakly, no matter how she sounded coquettish.

There was silence after that.

Halfway through the red light, Fang Yishui caught a glimpse of Feng Beiling's right hand stretched out, and subconsciously retracted the arm on the central armrest box.

The range of movement was a little large, and his head accidentally hit the car door, making a muffled sound.

Feng Beiling was dumbfounded, holding the back of her head and pulling people closer to take a look. The right side of his forehead is red, not serious.

Fang Yishui didn't struggle, but his ears began to get hot.

Feng Beiling took advantage of the distance and whispered to her: "What are you hiding?" I just wanted to put on some songs. ”

"Who hid......" her face turned a little redder......

Closed House Building.

Feng Ming searched for a long time and found Feng Ziyang in the billiard room. He was angry: "When is it, I still just care about playing!"

"What's wrong with me?"

Feng Ziyang has been rushing recently, and he will be scolded for everything. Although he didn't believe in Buddhism, he also thought about where to go to worship.

"There are so many guests, you don't know how to entertain?"

"Isn't it you? I'm going to join in the fun. Feng Ziyang rolled his eyes, "If you can't figure out that your grandparents are going to look at me again, it's better to dangle less in front of them." ”

He said bent down and continued to play, "Boom", in.

Feng Ming was right to think about it, and his tone softened a little: "What gift did you prepare for Dad?"

Feng Ziyang leaned on the club, shook his brows, and smiled quite proudly: "Grandpa promises to like it!" It is a picture of Xu Beihong's horse, a real handiwork! ”

Feng Ming was a little worried: "Have you found someone to identify it?" Dad is half an expert in this area. ”

"It's been identified, Dad, you can rest assured. Uncle hasn't arrived yet? Dad, he must have taken Fang Yishui away that day, and he must have been making trouble on the day I got married. ”

Speaking of this, he was still full of anger!

Feng Ming raised his chin slightly, revealing a confident smile: "You Lao Tzu I have already prepared for the second hand, I will make him ruined tonight!"