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Her slightly cold lips had been pressed against her full forehead. Shen Yujing was startled as she lifted her head to look at him, but her face was even redder. She simply placed her clothes there, allowing him to organize them himself.

Feng Jiu didn't mind. He arranged his clothes properly, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at himself before turning around to let Shen Yujing take a good look.

She was really pretty, with a tall and straight posture, wearing this, not only did she not appear obese, but on the contrary she had an even more dignified and imposing look, she was also good-looking. Shen Yulian unanimously agreed that Feng Jiu Tan was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and when such a person stood in front of her, Shen San xiaojie forgot to react, and only stared foolishly at him.

In the past, he would always feel that these kinds of clothes were too cumbersome, but now he didn't. Wearing them would only feel warm, even in winter. It would always feel like it was in the warm spring of March.

Indeed, she was thinking about him. Although she didn't say it out loud, she was actually doing a lot of things.

With this little girl who knew how to appreciate pain, Feng Jiu Tan felt that his life was already very perfect.

"Why did you think of doing this?"

The reason is in my heart, but I want to hear it from Shen Yujing.

Shen San xiaojie turned her head around and said: "I didn't want to make it for you because I wanted to make clothes for second brother. After that, I didn't know what to do with this piece of cloth, so I gave it to you."

Shen Yu carried the piece over, lifted the hem of her clothes, and looked at her little sister: "This piece, why does the rest of the piece grow so much longer than mine?"

He thought that he was the only one, but from the looks of it, he wasn't the only one.

Shen Yujing pursed his lips and looked at him, his words going back and forth in his throat before changing his tone.

"Who asked you to be short?"

Short... Short... He was short, a dignified seven foot tall man, yet he was called short.

If it wasn't for his own sister, he would have definitely called her.

Shen Yu placed her hands on her chest and adjusted her emotions. As expected, girls are truly extroverted.

Shen Yujing was too lazy to grind his teeth with him here. She threw him a supercilious look and immediately went upstairs, leaving Feng Jiutan to constantly stroke her new clothes.

Shen Yu Duan was getting tired of it.

"Isn't it hot if you wear it like that?"

Feng Jiu smiled slightly. "Warm. It's just right." He still wanted to walk around the streets later. Let's see how warm it is.

Shen Yu Duan was too lazy to respond to him, she had already determined that as long as she met Shen Yu, Feng Jiu Tan's IQ would only drop.

If she were to be as calculative as him, she would be no different from a retard. There was no need to lower his IQ for a Feng Jiuzhuang.

However, Second Master Shen was still a little worried. The two of them had gotten along so well, if Feng Jiutan's family disagreed in the future, Yu Ji would die from grief.

This time, it was different from the Xu family's wedding. In that marriage, Yu Ji had merely followed the orders of his parents and married into their family, but in truth, he did not have much relationship with them. However, right now, Yu Ji's relationship with Feng Jiutan was clearly getting deeper and deeper.

"You better not let Yu Ji down."

When Feng Jiutan heard this, he paused for a moment. He looked like Shen Yu Duan, who kept his worries in his heart. He immediately said coldly, "Don't worry. Since I want her, I will naturally protect her and not let her get hurt."

Shen Yu Duan was still worried: "I hope so!"

He knew that there would be a lot of obstacles between him and Yu Li, but those were his matters. As long as Yu Li wanted to be with him, all the problems would not be a problem, and of course, if Yu Li wasn't with him, he wouldn't agree either. Just thinking about the scene of him marrying another man would make his heart burn with anger.

The two of them chatted for a while, but soon dispersed. After Feng Jiutan returned home, he put away his cloak and thought for a while before dialing a number to go out.

The person on the other end of the line heard his voice and was pleasantly surprised. "Jiutan."

Feng Jiu sandalwood responded and called out 'Mother'.

He would only occasionally make a phone call to ask about his family's situation. When the call was answered, he would hang up after less than three sentences, nagging about how he was doing outside, being attended by everyone who felt warm in his presence, and not knowing if there was anything that he didn't like.

After a lot of nagging, Feng Jiutan only softly said "Okay," a word that was as precious as gold. The people over there were a bit discouraged, and they also instructed a lot of things like taking good care of themselves. The three words Feng Jiutan said the most were, "got it."

He had raised a son, and would only see him once every few years. He didn't miss his family at all.

His temper was uncertain again. Even when his family came to propose marriage, he didn't dare to agree. When he thought about how he was old, other families had to carry their sons at such a young age.

After another round of nagging, Feng Jiuzun calculated with a wooden face. Only Shen Yu Chen, who was about the same age as him, gave birth to a son, and it seemed that the others were not married yet.

"Didn't Elder Cousin Ming Yi also not settle on it?"

On the other end of the phone, Madam Feng snorted lightly, "How can you be compared to Cousin Mingyi? If he didn't die due to the illness of his fiancee, he would have already gotten married. How could he have made it this far?"

Feng Jiu Tan couldn't be bothered to argue with her. Didn't Qiao Mingyi know that mourning was just an excuse to avoid being forced into a marriage and to find someone to suit one's wishes? His late fiancee had become the best excuse.

He did not forget the reason for his call: "Actually, I already have someone in my heart."

Throwing out this sentence was the same as throwing a bomb into a calm lake. The person on the other side of the phone didn't make a sound for a long time. Feng Jiutan was patiently waiting for someone to ask.

"Who is it?" Madam Feng was a little surprised. She had never heard of the way her son looked at women, but she had not seen any women around him in all these years. Previously, she had engaged to Miss Qi from Luo City and thought that it was because she liked the passionate, modern girl, but later on the two of them annulled the engagement, and even now, the whole family still could not understand his thoughts.

Feng Jiu Tan opened her mouth first. "You should have heard of her before, she's from the Shen family in Luocheng!"

These were the words of Shi Potian. Madam Feng could not believe her ears. The hand holding the microphone was shaking, and even her voice had turned hoarse. "Who did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

"Luocheng Shen family, Shen Yujing!" Feng Jiutan repeated himself.

"The one who filed for divorce half a year ago?"

Footsteps could be heard on the stairs as Feng Huai Qing, who was wearing a long gown, walked down. Seeing that his wife's face was somewhat pale, he did not understand what was going on. He walked over and asked her what was going on.

The wife did not answer, but waited for an answer on the phone.

"That's right, it's her!"

Her son's voice was so firm that it was impossible for her to mistake it for something else.

Madam Feng could not believe her ears. She raised her head to look at her husband. "Your son … your son has taken a fancy to an obedient wife."

When Feng Jiutan heard the voice, he immediately frowned and corrected her, "It's not a wife, just a divorce."

"Isn't it the same? What are you playing around with me for? Even if I reveal everything, she's still a lower class wife. I don't agree with your marriage."

On the other end of the phone, Feng Jiutan seemed to pause for a moment. Then he said, "I've said it before, she is not a lower class wife. Also, if you don't agree, I also want to marry her. From a young age to a young age, I've never been the one to decide what I do.

Someone else on the other end: "That's right. Since young, we haven't stopped you from doing anything. However, your marriage cannot be so hasty. "

Feng Jiu Tan could tell that the person on the other side of the phone was his old man. If it was someone else, Feng Jiu Tan would not be afraid in the slightest.

"I'm not being hasty. I've already been thinking about this matter for a long time. If you don't agree, then that's fine too. Consider the consequences, is that something you can bear?"

He had originally thought that if the family didn't agree, he would go to the Shen family and bring up the matter of the betrothal gift. Without the family having to settle it, he could arrange it well. Without his parents' orders, he and Shen Yulian would not be an honorable couple, at least in the eyes of others, they would not be recognized by the family. Feng Jiutan did not wish to embarrass Shen Liang with his marriage, and since he wanted to marry her, he naturally had to do everything in order to make sure that she did not experience any sort of awkwardness.

Both sides did not give in at all and froze. Feng Jiu Tan didn't force them to agree and instead gave them a chance to think about it. Of course, there could only be one conclusion, but Feng Jiu Zhe believed that this was his respect towards his parents.

If he didn't want to join the army, he would have to return from military school and go to Luocheng to become the head of some police department. If he left Luocheng, he would then go to Beijing to do whatever he wanted, okay, young people, he loved to do whatever he wanted, but now, if he didn't want to talk about the marriage, he could tell that the young miss he had previously decided on was a girl with yellow flowers. He did not think much about it, and his family background was almost the same.

Feng Huai was so angry that his face paled, and he repeatedly scolded a few little brats.

Seeing that he was angered, Madam Feng calmed down instead. She hurriedly helped him sit on the sofa and called out for the marshal several times. Only then did he regain his senses and look at his wife. He said hatefully, "This little bastard, he's going to anger me to death!"

These words had already been said for more than twenty years. Every time his son caused trouble, these words would always come out on his behalf, but Madam Feng actually didn't care at all.

Since her husband was in good health and couldn't be mad, she naturally didn't have to worry.

However, he was still unwilling, "What should we do, Huai Qing, he wants to marry the Shen family's divorced woman."

"Tell me, when will he truly listen to his father? Since young, he has always been like this. He has always had a bigger idea than anyone else, and when it comes to doing things, it is always different from what others think of him. In that case, Miss Shen's family background is quite similar. However, there is this sort of thing.