Chapter 835： Want to sell eggs back then!

Gu Meifeng couldn't make a plan, and another plan failed, vomiting blood in anger.

She almost didn't hesitate to say anything, she wanted to make the secret thing about that year public: "Seventh, you are not kind enough to say that Xuexue. Xuexue and Liuchuan are in love with each other, which is just trying to get married before marriage. Don’t think that people are as unloving as you. You sold—"

The three words selling eggs, haven't said it yet!

The door of the banquet hall was kicked open with a "bang--".

A male voice like a humongous bell came to my ears for a moment: "Who said that Qi Qi girl is not self-loving! Isn't it a special trick?"

Everyone twisted their heads and looked over.

Can't help but be stunned.

General Palace!

He is actually a general who has retired for many years!

The father of the president of the empire and the commander-in-chief of the three armies, the overlord of the army who was once frightening.

Sure enough, the playing style is the same as Sir Alex Ferguson.

Domineering!

Arrogant!

No one is defiant!

This powerful aura caused Gu Meifeng to close her mouth in a daze, and could no longer tell the terrible old past...

What shocked Gu Meifeng and Gu Xuexue even more was Gong Qing's "Seven Girl".

Gu Qiqi has already met the parents and entered the room?

The title is so intimate!

At this moment, Gu Qiqi's surprise was not lost to everyone. She was stunned for several seconds before reacting: "Mr. Gong..."

How did Gong Qing come back!

No, no, the point is, how could Gong Qing speak for her in public!

You know, he was rolling his eyes at himself at the palace house a few hours ago.

"What's the name of Mr. Gong, uncle! Your grandfather's birthday banquet, don't you notify me? Afraid that I can't afford the birthday gift?" Gong Qing said angrily.

Gu Qiqi: "..." I really couldn't have a good chat with this Mr. Gong.

Old man Gu is in a good mood.

He always wanted to ask Gongjue why he didn't come, but he was afraid that his granddaughter would be shy.

Seeing that the other parent came directly at this moment, it gave me more face than Gongjue, and I paid more attention to it.

Suddenly there was a trace of satisfaction on his face, and he said with his beard: "The palace general came to the banquet, and what birthday gift he should bring, it would be too unpredictable!"

Speaking, the voice was lowered a little: "It's all a family, you don't need to be polite, and you don't need red tape and polite gifts."

family?

Gong Qing didn't react, and said in his heart, I just came to pinch the peach blossoms and take care of your family.

He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately strode forward and stood between Gu Qiqi and Chu Junmo, separating the two.

After that, I simply took Gu Qiqi's hand by Gu Qiqi, and said, "I am a rough man, I can only fight and kill. I usually admire scholars like you, my father. It's rare today. I want to respect you. A few cups of you! Don’t stop drunk!"

The old man laughed heartily by the bold man: "Okay, don't get drunk!" From now on, he will be in-laws. Of course, he must have a good drink.

Naturally, the two of them walked towards the wine table.

Gu Qiqi also followed the two seniors back to the table logically.

In the center of the banquet hall, only Chu Junmo was left alone.

Seeing his good chance to protect the flowers, he was snatched by Gong Jue's father...

Chu Jun grinned bitterly.

He can't care about an old man who doesn't care, right?

Walking back to his seat in silence, he toasted and drank.

Gong Qing was smug when he saw Chu Junmo drinking dull wine.

Hehe, his sword is not old, so he smashed out a big peach blossom for his son whenever he shot it.

In the next corner, Gu Xuexue blamed Gu Meifeng: "Mommy, why didn't you tell me about Gu Qiqi selling eggs just now! I think everyone else will take a look at her after everyone knows her scandals back then!"

Gu Meifeng groaned--

[Master Yun: Good night kiss! I didn't mean to make fewer changes. I really do have too many night shifts lately, and it's too late to get home. I write until 12 o'clock every day! I got up at five or six o'clock in the morning to go to work again. I dare not write more to ensure the quality! I will write well on the weekend, and I will work hard next month! 】