Chapter 2591

"Which Fang Han?"

Feng Youwei blinked and asked.

Fang woke up speechless and said, "as far as Fang knows, there are many surnames Fang in the capital, but only dogs are called Fang Han."

Feng Youwei was hit by a certain emotion and his body stumbled.

Zhao Shi was very calm. He helped him and said, "uncle, please go in and serve tea."

Fang Xing said with a smile, "there are many opportunities in the future when tea is not tea, but is Mr. Feng okay? If it's not appropriate, Fang knows some astral skills."

This is a kind of close ridicule. Feng Youwei understands it.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Feng Lin coming in and said, "ah Lin, go back to your room first."

Fang woke up and turned back slowly. Feng Lin was a little flustered and saluted.

Her steamed stuffed bun face dissipated a lot. It looked like a beautiful woman, but there was a kind smell.

Girl next door?

Fang Xing smiled and said, "she's a good girl."

This is the recognition of Feng Lin!

Yang only felt that the air in his chest was more huge, so he retched again.

Feng Xiang stared at Fang Xing and felt that the world was a little chaotic.

"Who is Fang Han?"

He asked subconsciously.

Feng Lin didn't hear Fang Xing's words, so he thought it was potatoes that caused trouble, so he asked, "what's the matter with Fang Han?"

Fang Xing looked at these reactions and said, "he's okay."

Why is there something wrong with that boy? For his future, I, as an old man, have to ask for relatives for him.

Feng Youwei said with a straight face, "ah Lin, hurry in!"

After Feng Lin went in, Fang Xing smiled at Feng Youwei and said, "I'm sure Mr. Feng and the dog have met many times. You should know the boy's temperament. If you don't give up, Fang brought a bottle of good wine and let's have a drink at noon?"

Most people ask matchmakers to come to their homes. If they fail, there is room for maneuver, so as not to be embarrassed when they meet in the future.

But Fang woke up and broke the rules. He came to the door himself. It would inevitably make people feel like "bullying others".

Feng Youwei and Zhao looked at each other. They both thought of the boy who often came to the house to pay attention.

Is that Fang Han the eldest son of xinghebo?

Zhao thought of potatoes as easy-going as ordinary people's children, and then thought of his silly daughter, he couldn't help laughing.

Feng Youwei hesitated.

Fang Xing knew what he was hesitating about. Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope.

After Chen Zhong, Feng Youwei kept away from dignitaries and even began to choose customers for painting business, but all those who were related to Xun and Qi declined.

But now life plays a joke on him. The boy who courted him in the past and the boy who coveted his daughter turned out to be the eldest son of xinghebo

He looked at his lost son, and then looked at his kind smile. He was like Lao Li, who opened a grocery store next door. He thought it must be in a dream.

Cinderella's idea only exists in the hearts of older single young people under the age of 30. Men and women over this age know what reality is.

A top power came to an ordinary man's house and said kindly that my son and my future heir wanted to marry your daughter.

Is the world crazy?

Feng Youwei held it for a long time and finally said, "please come in and have tea."

This time only Fang Xing and Feng Youwei went in, and Zhao made tea, and others were not qualified to participate.

Feng Youwei carefully pointed to the teacup and said, "uncle, I'm from a small family. The tea is not good. Please forgive me."

Fang woke up and picked up the tea cup. Seeing that Zhao refused to go on the side, he said with a smile: "Fang has been in the army for many years and has not studied the tea deeply, just coaxing his mouth."

Zhao sighed with relief and went out

Yang waited outside. Seeing his mother-in-law coming out, he took the tea tray attentively and asked, "Mom, does Xinghe Boke see ah Lin?"

Zhao was worried and said casually, "it's right. Otherwise, there are so many good words to say all the time."

Yang Shifei also ran to Feng Lin's boudoir. Seeing that she was making stitches, he grabbed it and shouted, "what else do you do when you're going to get married!"

Feng Lin was stunned, then his mind came up with potato's face and asked, "who?"

Yang covered his mouth and said with a smile, "you!"

Feng Lin's face was pale. He got up and said, "sister-in-law, who is it?"

Seeing that she was frightened, Yang smiled and said, "but come on, ah Lin, you're going to enjoy happiness."

Feng Lin's eyes turned red and rushed out without saying a word.

Yang was so anxious that he hurriedly grabbed her and asked, "Why are you going?"

If Feng Lin messes up the atmosphere, Yang will never have a good life.

So she hid her jealousy like fire and hugged Feng Lin at once.

"I don't want it!"

Feng Lin struggled. Yang was not her opponent, so he whispered, "it's Fang Han's father!"

Feng Lin was quiet. Yang quickly took her to sit down and gasped, "that's Fang Han's father, Daming xinghebo."

"Fang Han?"

Feng Lin was stunned.

I didn't hear a few people talking outside the door. I'm just curious that this guest hasn't seen before.

"It's the boy's father."

Yang felt stuffy in his chest, but he said happily, "his father has come to beg you to be a daughter-in-law!"

Xinghebo's daughter-in-law, the future xinghebo's wife

Yang Shi only felt that the depression gradually dissipated. Her only idea now was to have a good relationship with her little sister-in-law and repair the previous cracks.

As for the experience of being threatened by potatoes, Yang felt that as long as they were operated well, they could become strangers without fighting.

It's just that her eldest brother is afraid that he can't come back to the Feng family again, otherwise the magnanimous person will know that the Yang family will certainly have bad luck.

Feng Lin looked at Xiafei's cheeks and lowered his head.

Yang smiled and said, "I have to go to show Xinghe Bo and change my clothes."

Feng Lin shook his head and said, "No."

"Ah Lin, ah Lin!"

At this time, Zhao came in, nodded to Yang's satisfaction, thought her sister-in-law was good, and then said, "ah Lin comes with his mother."

Later in the lobby, Feng Linfu saluted.

"Yes... Xinghebo."

Fang woke up and saw that although the girl was shy, she was not lost. She was more satisfied. She smiled and said, "my silly son still thinks his family doesn't know. I'm afraid that my ferocious father will be dissatisfied and will order mandarin ducks in the future. Ha ha!"

Feng Youwei accompanied him. Just now, they had a preliminary exchange of views and made a general decision.

So he felt a lot more relaxed and said, "Fang Han looked honest and reliable."

This is the praise of Tudou's future father-in-law. Fang Xing must pay back the gift of course.

"Ah Lin is generous. I have nothing good here. I heard that ah Lin likes writing and painting, so I brought a set of four treasures of study."

Uh!

Feng Youwei was a little surprised, while Zhao was a little alarmed.

Although there is no such thing as "a woman's lack of talent is virtue" these days, women's writing and painting still belong to the non mainstream, so Fang Xing's sending the four treasures of study has a lot of meanings.

"The Fang family doesn't have many rules and is very comfortable."

Fang Xing took out a complete set of four treasures of study. When he saw the box of brushes, Feng Youwei couldn't help brightening his eyes and asked, "but in the palace?"

Fang woke up and nodded. Feng Youwei couldn't help sighing: "it's a waste for ah Lin."

This is also a fool!

Fang Xing said with a smile, "next time I'll ask Fang han to get some."

These words narrowed the distance between each other, and Zhao was less frightened.

"This is..."

When he saw the inkstone, even Zhao, who didn't know how to write, was stunned.

"Qingming River map?"

Countless scenes are carved on the primitive inkstone. After a careful look, Feng Youwei, who knows more about calligraphy and painting, was stunned.

He saw a copy of the river map on the Qingming Festival. He was shocked and thought to himself that his family was incomparable.

But now there is a picture of the river during the Qingming Festival on only one inkstone. Although it is only a part, the exquisite carving makes him wonder where to figure it out.

Fang Xing was observing Feng Lin. seeing that she didn't pay attention to this, he said, "it's just for a Lin to play with."

Luxury!

No, Feng Youwei thinks it's not luxury, but elegance.

It is almost priceless to carve such a subtle and fascinating inkstone!