And at this moment, in the corner of the banquet, Li Feihuan, who was dressed in white, held a wine glass in his hand, looked at Zhao Siqing on the stage and chuckled.

Tsk, this woman's ability to open her eyes and talk nonsense is really no worse than him.

Look at this touching appearance, I don't know how affectionate she is.

Li Feihuan took a sip of wine, a flash of interest flashed in his eyes, and he only felt that this woman was far more interesting than what he saw.

But I have to admit that even if it is also made up, her unhurried appearance is more convincing than anyone else, not as ridiculous as other women.

Zhao Siqing accurately grasped Zhao Xingan's psychology, and his words made Zhao Xingan's eyes redden, and he was quite moved.

And everyone in the audience, one or two, looked at her intently, and occasionally nodded.

After Zhao Siqing finished speaking, she looked up at Jiang Xueqing on the side: "Of course, I also want to thank Aunt Jiang, since I stepped into this villa, she has completely treated me as a family, meticulous, considerate, and gave me mother-like warmth." ”

"I'm really ashamed, ashamed of my suspicion and hostility towards her before I came, Aunt Jiang, I hope you can forgive me."

Jiang Xueqing always maintained a gentle smile on her face, but it was ridiculous for a long time, but her cheeks were stiff.

What the hell is this Zhao Siqing doing?

Holding her so high, what kind of heart is An.

Jiang Xueqing had to smile and respond: "Qingqing, what are you talking about, what do you forgive or not." You are a child of Xing'an, and naturally you are my child. You are so beautiful and sensible, it's too late for your aunt to like you. If you have time in the future, just come here, this will always be your home. ”

Zhao Siqing's face remained unchanged, but he had to sigh that Jiang Xueqing deserved to be able to coax his father around all these years.

Look at what this said, how flattering.

"Aunt Jiang, no one has ever treated me so well, I really am... I was really impressed. Zhao Siqing spoke softly, and the corners of her eyes were a little watery.

Zhao Xing'an, who was on the side, only felt that Zhao Siqing must have been greatly wronged over the years, and he had never felt maternal love. After all, Yang Jingqiu's temperament is domineering and mean, where can she be expected to be gentle and considerate to Qingqing?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xingan looked at Jiang Xueqing on the side and said: "Xueqing, although Siqing is not your child, but you can treat her as your own daughter, I am really very grateful, I have worked hard for you all these years." ”

"Xing'an, these are all my things, I just hate that I didn't see Qingqing earlier, so that I can take better care of her." Jiang Xueqing spoke softly.

The scene of mother and son filial piety on the stage made Zhao Xingan quite satisfied.

Both vanity and self-esteem are greatly satisfied.

Zhao Xingan said a few more words in conclusion, and then waved his hand to announce the start of the banquet.

As soon as he got off the stage, many people stepped forward to compliment him and Jiang Xueqing.

"Lao Zhao, this lady of yours is really virtuous... If you marry a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for! ”

"Yes, your daughters are simply immortals, and you have taken advantage of all the good things in the world, and I don't know how many lifetimes you have cultivated!"

"I've always heard of Mrs. Zhao's wisdom, but when I saw it today, it was really extraordinary."

"Lao Zhao, tell me, how did you train your wife so well, is there any unique secret recipe?"

……

Zhao Siqing looked at this scene, and always had an impeccable smile on his face.

She is actually a cold and cold-blooded person, and her feelings for this cheap father probably disappeared in the abandonment of the year.

But he is her father after all, if he can say something nice to make him remember a little bit of father-daughter affection, why wouldn't she do it?

It's better than that he was brainwashed by Jiang Xueqing's mother and daughter, and he pointed the finger at himself.